ushernet Chapter 246: 240: Challenge
Chapter 246: 240: Challenge
Chapter 246: Chapter 240: Challenge
“Residents of the Misty Plains!”
Lancelot’s voice, imbued with True Yuan, overshadowed all the clamor as he skillfully addressed the crowd in the language of the Abyss.
“I am Lancelot, a Human Knight. You may have heard some rumors that I killed ‘The Great Arbiter’ Satugura.” He paused briefly, ensuring even those standing far could clearly hear, “Yes, it is all true, and by the tradition of Mogrondale, the Misty Plains are now mine!”
After a moment of silence, a loud cheer erupted from the crowd. It wasn’t that they had any complaint against the former Governor; they were purely celebrating the manner in which Lancelot had seized the position: through slaughter. This was Mogrondale’s most orthodox method of transferring power, and the vast majority of the citizens dreamt of rising from obscurity overnight in such a way. The Human Knight before them had once again proven the viability of this dream.
Just as the crowd was about to start chanting Lancelot’s name, the Human Knight drowned out everyone with an even louder voice.
“However! I seek further adventures and have no intention of lingering in this city for long.” Lancelot summoned all the True Yuan within him, his voice reaching across the entire Misty Plains, “Soon, the corrupt Cultivators within Skeleton Tower will appoint a new Lord of Withering. Save your cheers for that person!”
Lancelot’s speech stunned everyone; they had not expected another oddity to forgo the Governorship of the Misty Plains after a seemingly harmless Halfling had done so. What puzzled them even more was that unlike Pakos, who had called it quits after a while due to ‘boredom,’ this man outright refused the honor of becoming the Lord of Withering, something completely incomprehensible to them.
Murmurs spread through the crowd as Lancelot had already leaped down from the statue’s plinth, ready to leave. But at that moment, a loud shout rose from the spectators:
“Coward!”
That shout was like a spark that instantly ignited the crowd. This Lancelot fellow must have struck it lucky, accidentally killing Satugura, but he was afraid to face any other challengers, so he relinquished the position of the Lord of Withering immediately—it had to be so!
“Dumos, it’s the Glutton Dumos!”
“Is he the one who’s always boasting about challenging Vagramore, the Governor of Beggars’ Cliff?”
“Isn’t he, though? Maybe he thinks this human knight is an easier target?”
“He sure is lucky, how can Beggars’ Cliff, that slum, compare with the Misty Plains?”
Unlike his fist-loving brethren, this Meizeros Demon wore a not-too-shabby suit of chainmail and held a flail in his hand—a weapon combining the Wolf Fang Club and chain hammer. At the spiky end, three two-foot-long iron chains each attached to a hammerhead the size of a skull, looking like saw wheels.
In Lancelot’s perception, the aura emanating from his opponent wasn’t weak, but it was at best on par with his own before Foundation Establishment. Of course, Spirit Perception wasn’t necessarily accurate. Lancelot himself had learned many techniques for Concealing Breath from ancient bamboo slips—maybe too many—but right then, this Meizeros Demon was in such a blood-boiling, agitated state that it hardly matched the calm necessary for restraining one’s power.
The huge demon pointed his weapon at Lancelot, bellowing arrogantly:
“Dumos! Challenge! You! Beg me! Death! Quick!”
Lancelot was taken aback. He had encountered his fair share of demons, but this was the first time he had met one that shouted out words one by one like this.
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