Chapter 44
Yet some in the crowd cheered loudly, "Brilliant victory for Galos!"
"That final move was splendid, blending feint with strike, a single blow to decide the oue."
Galos stood at the edge of the tform, casting a cold nce at the screaming Broden, snorting in
disdain. “How dare you hurt me? Foolish.” His smile returned. He prepared to bask in the adtion
of the crowd, but his gaze unexpectedly fell on vin atop the distant stone urn. Surprised, he
smiled, thinking, “What''s thatd doing here?”
Galos was one of the Elite Protégés of the Grand Elder of the Cobalt Strike Circle, and, naturally,
also one of his most trusted confidants. He had always kept a watchful eye on vin, the young
lord who had been singled out for punishment by the Grand Elder.
"Well, if it isn''t Lord vin," Galos said with a sneer as he approached vin, having heard that the
young man had quietly reached the third stage of his Novice Mage training.
"Good day to you, Master Galos, and farewell," vin said, eager to leave the ce. As a
Freshman, he was not permitted to be present at the Arena, let alone in his additional role as a
''servant.''
"Hey, don''t go, this Elite Protégé is greeting you, servant," taunted the five people who had just
been rebuffed by vin, emphasizing the word ''servant'' with scorn.
"Move aside!"
The five sneered, "No way!"
Boom! vin thrust his palm into the chest of the Protégé in front of him, channeling his force in a
concentrated burst that sent the man, still smiling, flying through the air. Hended on steep steps,
bounced powerfully off the ground, and rolled hundreds of meters down to the foot of the mountain,
motionless.
The smiles froze on the faces of the other four men as they turned their heads in shock and
swallowed hard. A question popped into their heads, “Dude, are you still alive?”
Many Protégés watching at the side couldn''t help but grimace; touching vin was like touching a
hedgehog – a prickly affair.
"Have you found some leisure time toe and watch the battles in the Arena?" Galos asked
vin with a smile as he stepped down from the dueling tform, and the Protégés between them
instinctively parted to make way.
"Just delivering goods," vin replied helplessly, unable to leave.
"Don''t be so tense; I won''t hold it against you for sneaking a peek at the duels. I heard you''ve
reached Novice Mage Stage III. Congrattions."
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"Thank you for your concern."
"I''m curious, how did you do it? I''ve heard you haven''t practiced Combat Magic, nor have you used
Elixir Herbs."
"That''s none of your business, is it?" vin was well aware of what kind of person Galos was; he
was clearly looking for trouble.
"What a way to speak, such an impolite fellow," the four Protégés couldn''t help but hurl another
insult, only to be silenced by a nce from vin.
The other people in the Arena sensed trouble; Galos suddenly taking an interest in vin was
surely not a good sign.
Galos'' smile was warm and his appearance radiant, "Our young Lord vin has never graced the
dueling stage, has he? Come, take a stand on it, feel the atmosphere. Don''t worry, if anything
happens, I''ll take responsibility. No one will punish you."
"No need, we''ll talk another day. I have goods to deliver," vin said as he picked up a stone urn to
leave.
Galos'' followers blocked his path with a chuckle. "We advise you to take a stand up there."
vin shook his head with a smile. "Master Galos, as an Elite Protégé, surely you have no need to
hassle someone who''s just delivering goods."
"Don''t be so tense; I truly mean no harm. I just want to spar with you and see for myself just how
muchbat power you have as a Stage III. Although we''re the same age, my level is a bit higher,
but if you don''t mind, I could offer you some tips. How about it? Opportunities like this are rare,"
Galos said with a smile stered on his face.
But the implied meaning was clear to everyone present; Galos was using the pretext of sparring to
teach vin a lesson. An Elite Protégé of Stage VII challenging someone without Combat Magic at
Stage III was clearly an act of bullying. Although vin was strong, facing a Novice Mage Stage IV
would likely be his limit. Gudmund had been defeated so swiftly just now because he was seriously
injured and caught off-guard.
The other Protégés waited for vin''s response.
Someone couldn''t watch it any longer. "Galos, don''t go too far. You''re at Stage VII, and he''s just at
Stage III and hasn''t even trained in Combat Magic."
Galos nced coldly into the crowd. "What are you implying? Don''t stir up trouble between me and
Lord vin. We''re just engaging in a normal sparring and mentoring session."
“Mentoring, my foot!” thought the onlooker silently, but held their tongue.