Mo Han was visiting for the first time, so he wandered around curiously, touching things here and looking at things there, like an absolute fool. If not for his conspicuous sacrificial vestments, the staff at the Mercenary Guild would have already thrown him out as a thief. Yet, this drew scornful looks from other mercenary groups, but he paid them no mind whatsoever.

Just then, Mo Han heard a heated argument up ahead, seemingly involving the arrogant Latin and the booming voice of Yan Shi. Mo Han curiously followed the sound to see what was going on. Arriving at the scene, he saw several burly men bearing the insignia of High Swordsmen surrounding Kaili and her small group.

Dominating the center was a one-eyed man in his early thirties, who also wore the badge of an Intermediate Sword Master. Gazing at the massive greatsword strapped to the man’s back, which nearly touched the ground, Mo Han couldn't help but wonder if that weapon weighed several times more than he did. In this era, achieving the rank of Intermediate Sword Master at that age was already rare.

He heard the large man addressing Kaili: "Captain Kaili, why put yourself through such hardship, suffering alongside these fools? If you join our Evil Wolf Mercenary Group, I guarantee your life will be far more comfortable than in this trash outfit, and you won't have to suffer bullying anymore. If you agree to marry me, then besides me, you'll be the highest-ranking person in this group; you could have anything you want.

Why remain so stubborn?" Hearing this, Mo Han cursed inwardly, Damn it, what kind of idiot tries to steal my woman! Just as he was about to speak, Latin, standing beside Kaili, could no longer restrain himself and drew his sword, shouting at the Cyclops, "Chris! Our captain already said she won't join you.

If you know what’s good for you, scram now, or don't blame me for being impolite!" Mo Han shook his head secretly upon hearing Latin’s words. A mere Intermediate Swordsman challenging an Intermediate Sword Master—that was like a steamed bun hitting a dog, only to be gone without return. Still, his courage was commendable.

As expected, hearing Latin’s words, the one-eyed man and his subordinates burst into laughter. The one-eyed man looked down dismissively at Latin and sneered, "Kid, not to belittle you, but if you can force me to draw my sword, I'll concede defeat." Latin became furious and roared, "Draw your sword! I challenge you to a duel!" Mo Han knew things were about to turn bad.

A sparring match would be one thing, but a duel meant the one-eyed man could kill him without bearing any responsibility. What an idiot, asking for death, Mo Han thought. The big man was waiting for exactly those words.

Hearing Latin’s challenge, he boomed, "Good! Did everyone hear that? It’s not me bullying the weak.

He asked for this himself, so he has no one to blame but himself." Kaili, standing nearby, grew anxious and shouted at Latin, "Are you crazy? You are no match for him! If there’s to be a duel, I, the captain, should step up; it’s not your place!" The big man chuckled lewdly upon hearing Kaili, "My beauty, rest assured, I am reluctant to harm you—otherwise, who will be my lady!

Hahahaha." His subordinates accompanying him also snickered lewdly. Kaili’s delicate features flushed crimson with anger, and Latin was visibly trembling, ready to charge forward. Just then, a languid voice drifted from the periphery: "Ah, I was wondering why there was such loud barking; turns out it’s a whole pack." Hearing this, the big man and his crew turned their enraged gazes toward the source of the voice.

Meanwhile, the people near Mo Han had already backed far away the moment he spoke that sentence. Are they kidding? Who didn't know the name of the Evil Butcher, Chris?

This young man seemed to be courting death, and they certainly didn't want to be caught in the crossfire. Chris saw that the speaker was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in spotless white vestments belonging to a Novice Priest. Seeing that the other party was a priest of the Church of Light, he forcibly suppressed his anger and said, "Mister Priest, I strongly advise you not to meddle.

Otherwise, you’ll be the one bringing trouble upon yourself. I doubt even your Pope can casually interfere with a duel, can he?" Mo Han replied, "A duel? Of course, the Pope won’t interfere, but it must be a fair duel.

Is bullying a Swordsman with your Intermediate Sword Master skill truly called a duel?" Chris countered, "They agreed to it themselves; there's nothing unfair about it." Mo Han smiled faintly and said, "Very well, if that’s the case, then I also challenge you to a duel." Chris asked in disbelief, "You? A priest? You aren't joking, are you?" Mo Han smiled calmly and replied, "Do I look like I'm joking?

My friends around can all vouch for me." Kaili, standing beside the big man, grew intensely anxious. She rushed to Mo Han’s side and shouted at him, "Are you insane? You’re a priest with no strength to even truss a chicken, challenging an Intermediate Sword Master to a duel—aren't you just seeking death?

Besides, you aren't even a member of our group; there’s no need for this." Seeing Kaili's anxious tone and expression, Mo Han felt a faint warmth in his heart. He smiled at Kaili and said, "Do you truly think I would seek my own death? I am still so young; why would I deliberately choose to make things difficult for myself?" Kaili urged him anxiously, "But why do you have to duel him?" Mo Han chuckled, "Don't worry, trust me.

I never do things I’m not confident about. Just wait to congratulate me on my victory." Then he winked at her. Kaili wanted to say more, but looking at his expression, she suddenly felt she should trust him.

Although she knew it was an impossible situation, why did looking at him give her such a sense of peace, as if there was nothing he couldn't accomplish? She quieted down, saying nothing more. At this point, Chris stated, "Everyone heard that.

This Priest himself requested the duel with me. Even the Church of Light can't blame me for whatever happens." Mo Han smiled reassuringly at Kaili, "Relax, it’s fine. Just wait and see how I defeat him." Kaili looked at him, wanting to speak again, but ultimately held back, nodding instead.

Mo Han smiled broadly at the big man, "Listen here, Cyclops. Since I proposed the duel, shouldn't the terms, weapon usage, and outcome be mine to decide? If you lose, the Evil Wolf Mercenary Group must shout 'Master' and salute every time they see me.

Conversely, if I lose, the same applies to me. Do you agree?" Seeing Mo Han’s sly grin, the big man felt a sudden sense of unease, but he quickly reasoned that if he, an Intermediate Sword Master, couldn't even defeat a priest with no combat ability, he might as well commit suicide. So, he confidently told Mo Han, "I certainly agree.

Choose whatever you like. I’ll take on any form of combat you propose. Everyone present are witnesses." Then, Mo Han’s voice turned slyly playful: "My duel condition is simple: we compete using healing spells." The big man froze on the spot.

What kind of duel was this? How could he, a warrior, possibly compete in healing magic? He was clearly doomed to lose.

He immediately shouted, "You are a Priest, and I am a Warrior! How can we compete in healing magic? This is obviously unfair!" His subordinates echoed his sentiment of unfairness.

Mo Han replied unhurriedly, "What's unfair about it? You agreed to this duel yourself. You just said that as long as you agree, there is no such thing as fairness or unfairness, exactly as you claimed moments ago." Chris hesitated.

Well... he had said those exact words. Chris stubbornly retorted, "But who ever duels by comparing healing magic?" Mo Han stated calmly, "Oh?

Then tell me, is there any law that specifically prohibits dueling with healing magic? Regulations from which nation? I'd like to hear it." Hearing Mo Han’s words, Chris was stunned.

Right, there seemed to be no such statute on the continent. Duels here were conventionally contests of Dou Qi or magical prowess—everyone knew that. Who would, like Mo Han, break convention and suggest a healing spell contest?

Yet, the words he spoke were impossible for Chris to refute, leaving him dumbfounded. Damn it, trying to argue eloquence with me? Doesn’t he know my background?

Isn’t that like lighting a lantern in an outhouse—asking for death (a stinking end)? Mo Han thought smugly. Kaili, watching Mo Han, let out a relieved smile.

So this was his scheme! Why didn’t he say so earlier? He made me worry for half a day for nothing.

This man is full of tricks, always delivering surprises, yet everything he says is backed by irrefutable logic, leaving others speechless. What kind of person is he? Kaili found herself gazing at him, lost in thought.

At this moment, the little sprite Anna happily exclaimed, "Brother Mo Han, I knew you were the best! You really didn't disappoint me! Besides, where is the rule that bans comparing healing magic, Chris?

Now you have nothing to say, right? Hurry up and admit defeat, call him Master, and bow!" Anna had already taken a great dislike to Chris, but since she wasn't strong enough to fight him, she had bottled up her frustration. Mo Han's appearance instantly helped her vent that anger, so how could she not be delighted?

Her admiration for Mo Han soared. Chris's face cycled rapidly between red and white, yet he had no way to argue back. He scoffed once, declared, "This doesn't count," and turned to leave.

But Mo Han wouldn't let him go that easily. He called out, "Is the great Evil Wolf Mercenary Group full of petty people who don't keep their word? Everyone present today served as witnesses.

Indeed, if we were stronger than you, we couldn't force you to honor your debt, and I would have to return and ask the Church for justice." He knew that on this continent, the Church of Light was the supreme power; even the various empires were wary of it, let alone a small mercenary group. Indeed, Chris froze upon hearing this. The Church of Light was not someone the Evil Wolf group could afford to offend.

After a long hesitation, Chris finally walked up to Mo Han and called out, "Master." He then bowed to him, but the look in his eyes was filled with bitter resentment, as if he wanted to tear Mo Han limb from limb. Mo Han, however, cared little for that. He smiled genially and said, "Good apprentice, you may rise.

Next time, don't go around bullying people and bringing shame upon your Master, understood?" The surrounding crowd couldn't help but laugh at his words, with Anna laughing the loudest, causing Chris to tremble with rage. Still, he held back and turned to his subordinates, saying, "Let's go." He thought inwardly, Kid, just you wait. I will definitely find an opportunity to tear you to shreds.

Then, you can beg for mercy! Making me lose such face—I won't let you off easily. Jump to