"From now on, there is a new number one casting genius in the Misty South!"
The words stabbed into Kamari's heart like a sharp dagger.
Perhaps, everyone could see that Ricky was still inferior to Kamari even if he was now a casting master of Sage Level as well. He only triumphed over Kamari thanks to his other trump cards.
But it didn't matter what trump cards he used. In the end, Ricky won the victory fair and square, and nothing could change it.
Besides, no one else had any complaints about Ricky's victory except for the Helian Clann and some other forces attached to the Helian Clan. Almost all the warriors rejoiced when Ricky won, so it was obvious that they fully accepted Ricky's victory.
Only the results mattered to them, and they had no problem with Ricky using other trump cards. It was, after all, what they also wanted—someone to humble the arrogant Helian Clan.
"I refuse to accept this result! You are no better than me in casting. Therefore, I demand another competition with you. Let's cast weapons," Kamari roared ferociously, ignoring the crowd that erupted into chaotic shouts and arguments.
The glare he sent Ricky burned with hatred. If looks could kill, Ricky would have died twice over.
"Kid, this is bad! You might lose to him if he insists on competing with you in making sacred weapons
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eader in front of them was a fake.
Though Olaf Helian could feel their intent gazes, he didn't seem to mind, and his expression remained impassive. Deep inside, however, he was in a quandary.
If possible, he would never allow an outsider like Ricky to set foot in their ancestral land.
But he had no other choice.
He met the eyes of the Helian Clan's elders and muttered, "It's that master's idea!"
When they heard this, the elders heaved a deep sigh of resignation. They had no choice but to give in.
Every one of them picked up what the leader had dropped. And since it was that master's order, they must follow it no matter how reluctant they were.
Meanwhile, the surrounding warriors seemed to have recovered from their shock. They appeared quiet on the outside, but their minds were busy discussing with each other. "What's wrong with the Helian Clan?"
"Who knows? Why would Olaf Helian allow an outsider to set foot in their ancestral land? I can't believe he offered it himself."
"What do you reckon is he planning?" asked the Dragon Intent Grass and the Evil Mandragora. Both seemed as bewildered as the others were.
"I have no clue," Ricky replied. "But that's not important right now. I need to ask about Wayne first."
After saying this, he asked Olaf Helian how they planned to deal with Wayne.