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It was evident that "Soul Strike" was not merely a power skill; it could encompass every form of strength within Garen. In a sense, this was exactly what Garen needed, especially since he was currently among the blood clan and could not easily reveal his Fighting Spirit state.
At the same time, this confirmed some of Garen's suspicions.
The Holy War System would provide assistance, but it required certain conditions to be met. This had been the case back in Blackstone Town. However, now the System had not only introduced a Trial Space that allowed Garen to quickly obtain Rune Fragments, but it also offered skills that were tailor-made for him.
What did this mean?
Garen was unsure, but he knew it was certainly not a good sign. After all, with great power came equal or even greater levels of crisis.
"Abandon the challenge." Garen retracted the System Panel and left the Trial Space.
In the first trial, whether it was the numerous Ancient Golems or his past self, Garen had accumulated a significant amount of gains. Before he had fully digested them, he did not intend to continue challenging further.
Time passed, and it was now the seventh day.
...
Starsea Island lay to the north of Starsea City, surrounded by azure waters. Due to Chilisen's sudden death in the city two days prior, it was deemed inappropriate to hold a special competition too soon. Therefore, at Minister Ravenor's suggestion, Somaroth decided to host this "Overtime" event on Starsea Island.
Under the bright sunlight, the expansive Gladiatorial Arena was encircled by three tiers of seating, allocated according to status. The prominent figures from various Clans occupied the first tier. On the surface, the nobles wore gentle smiles and engaged in conversation with one another, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
But in reality, each harbored their own ulterior motives.
With Chilisen's demise, the Asamait Clan was temporarily leaderless. The blood clan would soon enter a unique period; perhaps more prominent figures would fall, or an unknown individual might suddenly rise... In any case, during this time, no one wanted to miss any detail. Even a duel between two young men could potentially affect everyone involved.
"Guess who will win," Kachin said, glancing at Su Ye, whether intentionally or not.
"No need to guess, the Raimel Family is definitely going to win," Tastandin remarked quietly, looking at Garen. "Him teaching others to compete? Hmph, if it were in my hands, I would have torn him apart... well, Lion's Eye would have torn him to shreds long ago!"
Kachin noticed Tastandin's apprehension towards Garen and snorted, "Useless thing."
The other Clan Representatives did not respond immediately. Although everyone wanted to see the Solomon Clan make a fool of themselves, Su Ye was present, and mocking in front of her was not a wise move.
"Stop thinking about it; the Raimel Family will win," Rogerett said nonchalantly, crossing his legs.
With Blackie performing brilliantly at the Castle Banquet, Rogerett's status among the Thirteen Clans had risen. Moreover, Rogerett was notoriously greedy and cunning. After Chilisen's death, he would undoubtedly claim a significant portion of Asamait's territory. Although Hecknupit's Clan still ranked at the bottom, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.
Seeing Rogerett speak first, the remaining Clan Representatives began to ponder as well.
"Well, Lion's Eye has been a commander of a hundred-man legion; his limited-time training ability won't be lacking either. Hahaha, it seems the Raimel Family will shine again," the representative from Cimisi Clan analyzed.
"Old man, you can't say it like that. Just based on your words, do you think that even if they win, that woman won't come after you?" teased the representative from Torido Clan.
The Cimisi Clan representative glanced at Su Ye and feigned calmness. "Hahaha, do you really think the Solomon family will win?"
"With both sides' strengths laid out here, I can't just speak nonsense... The Raimel Family will definitely win," the Torido Clan representative frowned and then shifted the topic. "Tatiana, what do you think?"
"I don't know..." Tatiana shook her head timidly.
The decline of Bervant Clan was no secret. If it weren't for Mokfan's past kindness towards Berfant and his public declaration of protection for Tatiana, perhaps Bervant Clan would have been picked apart by these greedy vampires long ago.
Beside her, Infernal Demon patted Tatiana on the shoulder and gave her a comforting look.
The various Clans were eagerly voicing their opinions, showering compliments on Acheron. Although Acheron wouldn’t take it to heart, it was still a good opportunity to annoy Su Ye. After all, with so many Clans speaking at once, Su Ye couldn’t possibly go against them all, could he?
On the other side, however, Su Ye seemed oblivious to it all and casually asked, “Can we win?”
“There shouldn’t be much of a problem.” Moments ago, Garen had met with Hans, who was by Lion's Eye’s side, and had gained some understanding of the two young men’s abilities.
“So confident?” Su Ye squinted his eyes and pointed not far away. “Listen, the opponent has commanded a legion of hundreds!”
Garen stroked his chin. “I’ve commanded one too.”
“That trashy little town?” Su Ye’s first thought was of the guards in Blackstone Town, and he couldn’t hide his mocking expression.
Garen chuckled inexplicably. “What if I told you there were forty-eight thousand six hundred men? Would you believe me?”
The smirk on Su Ye’s lips froze as he looked at Garen with suspicion.
Just as Su Ye was about to say something, he slowly stood up.
“I should go over there.”
Despite Garen’s confidence in Han Yun, the boy had been a slave for many years and had never witnessed such a scene. Therefore, Garen felt it necessary to help him adjust his mindset.
At the end of the steps leading down from the platform, a figure blocked Garen’s path.
“What do you want?” Garen looked into those silver-gray eyes.
“What do you think?” Lucifer narrowed his eyes, sensing an unexplainable anger rising within Garen.
The battle at the banquet venue was perhaps the most humiliating moment for Lucifer; even the time at Dead Man's Gorge had been far better. To this day, his wings still bore the remnants of the storm's essence, sending faint pangs of pain through him.
If it weren't for Mockvande holding him back, Lucifer would have already drawn his sword to challenge Garen to a duel!
Garen shrugged helplessly.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose with force... Fine, he admitted that Mockvande had never actually stopped him; it was just that upon reflecting on the storm's power afterward, he concluded that he might not be able to defeat this warrior.
"I'm here to remind you not to win too quickly. That guy, Lion's Eye, is quite petty," Lucifer said, suppressing a thousand unwilling thoughts as he relayed Mockvande's message.
"You think I'll win?" Garen asked, somewhat surprised.
"I don't think you can win, but I'm looking forward to your match with Lion's Eye," Lucifer replied, frowning. "However, someone believes you will win."
It was obvious that this person was Mockvande.
"So you've been hiding here," a mocking voice came from nearby as Lion's Eye approached, casting a glance at Lucifer. "What are you doing here?"
"None of your business," Lucifer replied, once again donning an indifferent expression. He shot a deep look at Garen before turning to leave.
"I heard you let that slave use a gun?" Lion's Eye sneered.
Garen frowned. Although he had long suspected that the other side would have spies in the castle, he hadn't expected Lion's Eye to openly point it out.
"To be frank, it's impossible to learn how to use a gun in just seven days. Even mastering the basics of swordplay is quite difficult. Winning against you like this would leave me feeling unaccomplished," Lion's Eye said, shaking his head in regret.
Sensing the hostility emanating from Lion's Eye, Garen calmly replied, "Let's see what happens when we fight."
Seeing that Garen showed no signs of backing down, Lion's Eye couldn't help but sneer, pointing at the Gladiatorial Arena. "Then open your eyes and see clearly!"
In the Gladiatorial Arena, Han Yun and Hans had already stepped forward. Between the two young men stood a hunchbacked old man, whose appearance was grotesque, dressed in a gray linen robe.
"Who is he?" Garen frowned.
Lion's Eye let out a strange cold laugh, showing no intention of answering as he walked toward his seat.
Garen's expression darkened.
The old man had his back to the stands, making it impossible to see his expression or determine what he was saying.
But one thing was evident.
Han Yun was very afraid of this old man.
His hand gripping the spear trembled.
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