When Lucas spotted Silva, his face changed into one of anger immediately; it was evident that he was still pissed.
But now, Silva was no longer interested in Lucas, because he had come to the labyrinth and had seen beings that went beyond the normal concept of power.
To him now, Lucas was an ant, not worth even stepping on. His pride as a dragon would be hurt if he brought himself so low as to fight this ant.
So, because of that, he paid them no heed and headed on his way, but as he was about to pass, Lucas raised his sword to block him.
“I challenge you to a duel, tomorrow at the Guild’s arena,” Lucas said.
“I won’t be coming,” Silva said and continued on his way.
“Be careful what you choose, Silva. I may not be able to trouble your existence, but I know you will leave this town soon, and then Mike and Quin will be in my hands,” Lucas said.
Silva paused when he heard that threat, and he flashed a smile at Lucas.
“I see, so that’s how you play. Well, after tomorrow, no one will have to worry about you,” Silva said and walked away.
He wasn’t angry at what Lucas had said, it was just an ant taking opportunities; there was no issue with that.
But still, tomorrow, the town would lose its strongest for sure—Silva didn’t have plans to show mercy.
He left the labyrinth after a while and headed back into the town before it got dark. He headed straight home.
On his way home, he felt a presence—no, even more than one. With his powerful mind, he sensed over twenty cloaked people running through the town.
“Seems they are making their move. I should discuss with Raze after the fight tomorrow,” Silva said and headed inside.
From that night till the next day, the word of the duel spread faster than wildfire on dry leaves.
The duel was scheduled for noon, and no adventurer wanted to miss it; in fact, no one wanted to miss it.
The guild master had to loan a projection crystal from the mayor. It worked like a normal projector, but it projected large holograms into the sky.
This one was so large that the whole town would be able to see. It also produced the sounds that it recorded.
The smallest crystal would be set inside the arena to capture the fight, while the bigger one projected.
This was just how big of a deal the two well-known B-ranked adventurers’ clash was.
When it was time for the match, Silva decided to go late by over ten minutes.
Talks that maybe he ran away from the fight filled the arena as everyone waited for Silva.
Finally, Silva arrived in casual clothes, not armor. He got to his place in the arena and faced Lucas, who was all armored up.
In his hand was his giant sword, ready to go.
“I thought you would chicken out and run, but instead, you came to me empty-handed to insult me,” Lucas said.
“Just shut up and let the duel begin,” Silva said.
The referee saw that they were both ready, and so he raised his hand and brought it down to signify the start of the duel.
“I will make you cry, kid. Your strength has gone to your head for far too long,” Lucas said. The rage in his eyes could not be hidden as he kicked off the ground.
He charged like a mad bull, yet his movements were precise, with the proper intent.
Anyone could tell that his movements were a life’s worth of training, slowly accumulated and burned into his body.
Sadly, to Silva, who stood on the opposite side, it was nothing but a bore—so boring that he yawned loudly and smacked his lips after. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Everyone was taken aback by this. Silva was clearly not taking this seriously. Did he have a death wish? This was the strongest adventurer in this town, after all.
Raze, who was watching from his office in the guild, could already tell that Lucas had lost the fight.
Silva, though he looked bored, was already watching Lucas and plotting the quickest way to take him out, but Lucas was too preoccupied with his rage to see the truth.
Lucas was filled with rage when Silva did that right in front of him. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He activated his most powerful technique—the sword glowed blood red.
Lucas swung with all his might. The blade moved so fast that the normal eye would not be able to see.
Silva threw a casual punch at the incoming blade, and when his fist collided with the blade, an explosion happened, and a figure shot like a bullet in one direction and was lodged very deep into the wall.
Of course, that person was Lucas. Immediately when Silva’s fist collided with Lucas’s sword, several things happened.
Before the sword shattered, a massive force was passed through the sword into Lucas’s arms, shattering the bones inside like they were all made of crackers.
The sword shattered, and the particles were all pushed toward Lucas because of the force of the punch. They stabbed several places in Lucas’s body, leaving him with several holes.
The last thing that happened was that the force from the punch slammed against Lucas’s chest, cracking and breaking several ribs, and then sending him flying.
Lucas hit the wall, and that caused its own set of injuries. When he fell to the ground, he wasn’t awake. Heck, they didn’t even know if he was alive.
But Silva had made sure to leave him alive; this town still needed their strongest. Silva wouldn’t be here for too long.
All eyes shifted to Silva, who stood casually after destroying the strongest. No one knew how to feel at this moment, so they didn’t react at all, just stood confused.
Silva left the arena without looking back. Today, he showed a little bit of his power for the sake of a warning, and also to attract attention.
Sure, he said if he overdid things it would be an issue, but he also wanted to be trending news that would ring in the ears of the Duke. He had a little revenge plan, after all.