Chapter 310


    "I might not be worthy now, but that doesn''t mean Cobalt Strikecks someone who is," Galos said,


    his pride evident. He didn''t admit to being inferior to E; only that he currently wasn''t her match.


    "Go back. We don''t ept your challenge," vin dismissed them with a wave of his hand, his


    stance resolute.


    Roald, Semar, Admus, and Felis had all failed at the championship, and the reputation of the


    Golden Protégés had suffered. What they most looked forward to was defeating vin publicly to


    restore their honor. This challenge was clearly not offered in good faith.


    "It seems this isn''t the vin I knew." Galos strode into the grand courtyard, smirking with a cold


    sneer. He admitted vin had grown stronger, but that didn''t stop him from despising vin. "Back


    when you were but a servant, you''d take on any challenge. Now that you''ve be a Golden


    Protégé, you''ve lost your nerve. Are you afraid of losing to Semar inbat and tarnishing your


    reputation as the Shadowlord''s Messenger, or are you just scared of embarrassing yourself in front


    of Lady E?"


    The male and female Protégés following Galos began to goad.


    "vin, we heard you''ve returned. The Protégés in the Organization are all thrilled and eager to


    witness the grace of the Shadowlord''s Messenger. Isn''t it unbing for you to refuse their


    challenge? Are you looking down on us?"


    "Semar has already set up her challenge in the 5th Arena and was just waiting for you to step up."


    "Semar, Felis, Admus, and Roald, four Golden Protégés are at the 5th Arena, inviting you to partake


    in a battle befitting the Golden Protégés for the entire Organization to behold."


    "Everyone is anticipating it. If you don''t show up, you''ll be cooling a lot of hearts."


    vin scoffed, "The arena is set up already?"


    Carlys found it odd. Such quick preparations were done for the duel, and it was purposefully


    publicized for the entire Organization to see. What were Roald and the others up to?


    "Lord vin, shall we go?" Godfred asked quietly. With such a spectacle, staying away could bring


    criticism.


    "No! I''m not in the mood."


    Galos burst outughing. "Scared, vin? I knew it. How could you have possibly risen to fame at


    the championship unless you used some dark art to squeeze out your potential? The real you is


    nothing special!"


    E couldn''t stand it anymore. As handsome as this man looked, his words were unbearable!


    vin waved them away. "Leave now, I''m having my meal."


    Galos took a couple of steps forward. "Just answer me, will you fight or not?"


    "What does it matter to you whether I fight or not?"


    "Ha! Just as I thought, scared!"


    vin twirled his utensils, suddenly grinning. "I recall a rule within the Cobalt Strike. Those who


    dare intrude upon a Golden Protégé''s private residence shall receive a pping punishment!


    Godfred, grant them ten ps each! And kick them out!"


    "Eh?" Godfred looked up, mouth agape. ps? These were the elite Protégés of the Cobalt Strike.


    Could he really strike them?


    "vin, you need to know your ce." Galos'' face grew colder.


    vin pointed decisively. "p them!"


    "At once!" Godfred bellowed, his excitement palpable. He leaped into the air,nding by the iron


    gate with a wicked smile, advancing toward them.


    "vin, all the Organization''s Protégés are waiting at the 5th Arena. I''ll ask you onest time, will


    you or will you not fight!" Galos didn''t believe vin would dare p him, watching him coldly.


    "Hey, what''s your name?" Godfred approached him.


    "Get lost, what are you to me..."


    p! The resounding p echoed through the courtyard as Godfred struck Galos, causing him to


    stagger. Galos, with his head tilted, stood stunned as a crimson handprint slowly surfaced on his


    face. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The other Protégés'' jaws dropped in


    disbelief.


    "Come on, hold your head up." Godfred adjusted Galos’ face, and then, in the next second, he let


    fly another p.


    p! The sound was loud and clear, the sting fiery hot. Galos, humiliated and enraged, was about


    to explode, but before he could react, Godfred delivered ten rapid ps. His Master Mage presence


    dominated Galos. His hand moved as quick as lightning, the ps resounding crisply.


    Galos was truly dazed. His head was spinning, and the world was whirling as he stumbled


    backward into the iron gate with a loud thud.


    "Wow!" The crowd snapped to attention. Was this for real?


    "Everyone gets their share." Godfredughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying himself.


    "You''ve gone too far, vin," the onlookers panicked and fled, realizing this madman meant


    business.


    "Nobody leaves," Godfred dered, mming the iron gate shut and rolling up his sleeves to begin.


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    "I''ll join in," Grima said with a wicked grin, rushing forward.


    "Lord vin, is this really wise?" Carlys couldn''t bear to watch.


    "Indeed, this is going too far," E chided with a cheerfulugh.


    "Keep going! Add ten more for each!" vinmanded with a wave of his hand.