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As the grandson of the President of the Mage Association, Weiyang grew up in an environment where he was the center of attention, surrounded by the best that Huaxia Nation had to offer.
After turning fifteen, his astonishing talent in magical cultivation became even more apparent, earning him praise from none other than Emperor Zhao Wujie of Huaxia Nation.
In such a privileged environment, who would dare to lay a finger on Weiyang?
Yet today, upon arriving in Beiyuan City, Weiyang found himself beaten by Zhang Ren of the Town Enforcers. Regardless of his injuries, he could not swallow the humiliation.
Thus, he expressed his unwillingness to leave the basement, hoping that once he met the city lord of Beiyuan City, he could reveal his identity and teach a lesson to Zhang Ren, the Town Enforcer who had captured him and Ye Huan.
As he shared these thoughts with Ye Huan, Ye Huan shook his head repeatedly.
The saying "a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake" held true even in this otherworldly realm. Having lived in the Twenty-First Century, Ye Huan understood this principle all too well; he just didn't know how to convey it to Weiyang.
Sighing, Ye Huan continued to persuade him, "Weiyang, a gentleman takes revenge; ten years is not too late. Let's leave here first."
"Leave? If you want to go, then go. I'm not leaving. I refuse to believe that Town Enforcer doesn't think I'm a mage. Surely the city lord will believe me! Besides, I have the mage certification issued by the Mage Association. I won't accept that there's no place for me to seek justice!"
With a resentful gaze directed at Ye Huan, Weiyang plopped down on the ground, determined not to leave.
Ye Huan sighed internally. Having been kicked twice by Zhang Ren left him feeling uneasy as well. However, this was not the capital; with the distance between them and the emperor, if Zhang Ren and the city lord decided to dispose of them, no one in the capital would know. Revenge? That was merely a pipe dream!
Feeling frustrated, Ye Huan sat beside Weiyang and put away his M4A1 assault rifle.
"Hey? Why aren't you leaving?" Weiyang asked in surprise, narrowing his eyes even further.
"Leave? Are you kidding me? If you’re not going anywhere, am I supposed to leave you here?" Ye Huan cursed under his breath. He was too exhausted from days of turmoil to deal with this chubby guy. Although they had been captured now, at least he could finally get some rest.
As soon as Ye Huan's back hit the solid wall, a moment later, a series of snores echoed through the small space, leaving Weiyang dumbfounded and frozen in place.
In the past, at the Mage Association, Weiyang had spent his days diligently training under the constant supervision of his grandfather, the president of the Mage Association. It was difficult for him to make friends his age. However, before leaving the Mage Association, his grandfather had told him, "Weiyang, remember that true friends will never leave you in danger."
With the proof provided by the president of the Mage Association, Weiyang logically believed he would be safe. Yet, in this cramped little dark room, illuminated only by light filtering through the iron door, a sense of unease crept over him as he recalled his grandfather's words.
After a long silence, Weiyang hesitated and reached out with his chubby right hand, intending to wake Ye Huan. But halfway through, his hand hung suspended in the air…
'If I call him to leave now, wouldn’t that be too embarrassing?'
Struggling internally, Weiyang slowly retracted his hand and curled up in the corner of the wall, quietly waiting in the darkness for the moment when he could properly confront Zhang Ren in front of the lord of Beiyuan City.
…
When he opened his eyes again and shook off the drowsiness from his head, Ye Huan felt much clearer. Looking around, he couldn’t help but smile.
It turned out that not only was he asleep; even Weiyang had slowly drifted into slumber in the darkness, snoring without a care as he leaned against the wall. A glimmering droplet hung at the corner of Weiyang's mouth, trickling down from his slightly upturned lips—perhaps he was dreaming something pleasant.
“Hey, I said fatty, it’s time to eat.” Stretching comfortably, Ye Huan spoke up.
“Eat? Where? Where?”
With eyes suddenly wide open, Weiyang wiped his mouth with his chubby little hand and immediately looked around for food. However, when he saw Ye Huan stifling laughter beside him, he instantly understood what was happening. Fuming with anger, he shot Ye Huan a glare and was about to say something when a loud clattering sound came from the door—the sound of iron locks clashing against metal.
Bang!
The iron door was kicked open forcefully, and Zhang Ren appeared once again before Ye Huan and Weiyang.
“Get up! The lord wants to see you,” Zhang Ren said with a cold smirk. Flipping his flowing hair back, he instructed them before turning to walk out. He didn’t bother mentioning that the ropes binding Ye Huan and Weiyang had already fallen away.
As they followed Zhang Ren out of their cell, two blades were suddenly drawn against their necks. It turned out that Zhang Ren had anticipated that ropes wouldn’t restrain two professionals like them and had arranged for two warriors at the door specifically to prevent any trouble from Ye Huan and Weiyang.
With the cold blade gripping his throat, Ye Huan glared resentfully at Zhang Ren's tall figure. Though he felt a sense of unwillingness, he could only follow Weiyang as they stepped forward.
...
Ten minutes later, walking through the vast lord's mansion, even Ye Huan, who had come from the prosperous royal capital, couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn!"
When he was brought to the lord's mansion last night, it was dark, and he was immediately locked in the basement. Ye Huan had no time to observe his surroundings. Now that he looked around, he realized that the lord's mansion in Beiyuan City was not just ordinary opulence; it rivaled even the imperial palace. The bustling servants and maids far exceeded those in the palace.
‘A corrupt official; this lord must be a corrupt official…’ As he surveyed his surroundings, Ye Huan quickly reached this conclusion.
Just as Ye Huan was silently grumbling, they gradually arrived at the edge of a pond. A two-story pavilion appeared before him, surrounded by clear water where several red koi swam leisurely.
What puzzled him was that there was a distance of at least eleven meters between the pavilion and where Ye Huan and the others stood, with nothing to step on in between.
"My lord! The two prisoners have been brought here." Zhang Ren slightly bent down and directly cupped his fists toward the pavilion.
After Zhang Ren spoke, a man in his forties with sharp facial features appeared at the second-floor window of the pavilion. Dressed in a purple-blue robe, his bright black eyes fixed directly on Ye Huan and the others.
In the next moment, the man jumped out of the window, lightly stepping on the surface of the pond. Each step created ripples on the water as his purple-blue robe turned into an afterimage. In an instant, he stood before Ye Huan and Weiyang, leaving them both wide-eyed in shock.
Walking on water—what level of strength did that require? Doubts about this lord's power crept into Ye Huan's mind as he glanced at Weiyang.
"You don't need to look; he won't see my strength..."
As if reading Ye Huan's thoughts, the man in the purple-blue robe smiled lightly and continued, "Let me introduce myself. I am the lord of this city, Zhang Feng. It was my nephew, Town Enforcer Zhang Ren, who brought you here. I heard from him that you dared to conduct private transactions on the street. Tell me—why disrupt the existing trade order of Beiyuan City?"
"...."
Ye Huan and Weiyang exchanged glances, unable to comprehend how they had disrupted Beiyuan City's trade order. A strong figure like him should have been able to recognize their professional identities.
After hesitating for a moment, Weiyang reached into his clothing and pulled out an identification document given to him by his grandfather. He handed it to Zhang Feng and softly explained, "My lord, I believe this is truly a misunderstanding. You see, this is my identification..."
Glancing at Weiyang's identification, Zhang Feng did not take it but waved his hand impatiently and said coldly, "I don't care what your identity is. Since you've broken the rules of Beiyuan City, whether you're a dragon or a tiger, you will abide by my orders. Get ready to participate in the Trial Assembly!"
"What? The Trial Assembly?! Are you joking?!" Upon hearing the words 'Trial Assembly,' Weiyang appeared somewhat unsettled. A green light erupted around his plump body as he cast a Third Rank magic, the Wind Barrier!
With the protection of the Wind Barrier, Weiyang deflected the knife that was pressed against his neck. Then, with a flick of his wrist, a fireball shot toward the guard watching Ye Huan, knocking him back. Only then did he cautiously pull Ye Huan back a couple of steps.
In contrast, Ye Huan's face was still filled with confusion. The Trial Assembly? What is the Trial Assembly? Why do we have to participate in the Trial Assembly? With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Ye Huan couldn't help but tug at his sleeve and ask Weiyang, "Weiyang, what is the Trial Assembly?"
"The Trial Assembly is an event held for prisoners to gain their freedom. It usually gathers dozens or even hundreds of prisoners for life-and-death battles. The top three can earn the right to clear their crimes, while those who fail face only death! It's nothing more than a game organized by the foolish nobles of Huaxia Nation to satisfy their brutal desires!"
Gritting his teeth as he glared at Zhang Feng, who was sending them to participate in the Trial Assembly, Weiyang explained to Ye Huan while an unknown staff appeared in his hand.
"What?!" After hearing Weiyang's explanation, Ye Huan was equally flustered. Without thinking twice, he summoned his Summoning Book. The Trial Assembly—wasn't this just a version of underground fighting from the Twenty-First Century?
Letting Ye Huan fight in underground matches? He would never do that...
"Oh? Still trying to resist? Zhang Ren, capture them!" Zhang Feng sneered, seemingly pleased with Ye Huan and Weiyang's reactions. With a flick of his purple-blue robe, he issued this command to Zhang Ren.
"As you wish, my dear uncle..."
Drawing a Three Foot Azure Edge from his waist, Zhang Ren instantly unleashed the power expected of a Fifth-Level Expert. With a pale white sword aura surrounding him, he menacingly advanced toward Ye Huan and Weiyang...
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