Chapter 296
"Two against one is also fine," E chimed in, delighting in the chaos. She loved the effortless
dominance vin disyed.
"E, don''t stir the pot!" Lucan quickly admonished, reminding her they were dealing with the royal
Blessed Citadel.
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E chuckled lightly, "What''s there to fear? They''re not worthy to boast before vin. The Blessed
Citadel is divided into three ranks: Outer Protégé, Inner Protégé, and Sacred Protégé, much like
Cobalt Strike''smon Protégés, Elite Protégés, and Golden Protégés. Granted, the Inner
Protégés are elite, and some are exceptional, but our vin is the Shadowlord''s Messenger! A few
Inner Protégés are no match for him. Perhaps a Sacred Protégé might pose a slight challenge."
Lucan and the others smiled wryly. She truly held vin in high esteem.
Carlys bristled. "Why do you keep saying ''our vin?'' Since when did he be yours?"
After conferring quietly with the three Elders, a handsome youth proposed with a smile, "We have a
suggestion. Let''s recreate Lord vin''s famous battle from The sh of Eight Orders, where he
faced two opponents. What say you?"
"Two against one? Shameless!" The Mallister family objected. They were already uneasy about
facing the Citadel Protégés, and now they proposed two against one.
"They''re scared," Eughed, interpreting their proposal as fear of not being able to defeat vin
and getting humted.
A young man and woman descended from the stands. "Lord vin, please do not misunderstand,
we mean no disrespect in challenging you. My brother and I always fight together, practicing a set of
"Shameless can be so naturally depicted. I am impressed!" Godfred muttered under his breath.
Marak''s expression gradually improved. They were worthy of being Citadel Protégés. They spoke
with such eloquence!
vin looked at them, offered no protest, but instead raised his hand to invite battle. "Please!"
The Citadel Protégés all revealed slight smiles. “Thed isn''t half bad. He knows the score!”
"Are you truly intending to take on both at once, Lord vin? They are both Inner Protégés of the
Blessed Citadel." Lucan frowned in concern. It wasn''t that he doubted vin, but to rashly face two
Citadel Protégés without fully grasping their true strength was far too dangerous. These individuals
came with a ferocious momentum, clearly aiming to strip vin of his title as the Shadowlord''s
Messenger.
"Citadel Protégés, Erica!"
"Citadel Protégés, Sveinn!"
The young pair moved towards the beast pit, challenging vin before disappearing into either side
of the dense forest.
Erica''s presence was elusive, while Sveinn''s was fierce. The siblings fixed their gaze upon vin,
creating an eerie atmosphere with their slow movements, a silent aura spreading throughout the
entire beast pit.
In a trance, the wind rose, the forest stirred, and dust danced lightly, as the beast pit grew ever
quieter.
vin was not careless; he gripped his ancient sword, ready for battle. It wasn''t overconfidence, but
self-assurance! If, with the power of the Shadowbringer and golden blood, he could not stand above
his peers, it would only mean he was not yet doing enough. The two Citadel Protégés would be the
perfect test of his true strength.
Suddenly, vin lost sight of the pair, as if they hadpletely vanished from the forest.
Abruptly, mysteriously, without a trace!
A gentle breeze blew through the trees, lifting dead leaves and dust, swirling them through the
disheveled forest, echoing with the howling of the wind.
vin''s eyes narrowed slightly, his body crackling with electric sparks, illuminating the forest. The
Dawnedge de quivered, its sword''s energy fierce and cold.
"Do you know anything about them?" Carlys couldn''t help but ask E. She was worried for vin.
E shook her head, intensely focused on observing the situation. Although she believed in vin''s
victory, she also believed it would note easily. Inner Protégés of the Blessed Citadel were not
to be underestimated.