Chapter 68 Weak (2)

68 Weak (2)

While Lance was sizing him up, Elias was also doing the same.

Lance Schultz.

He was a handsome man with little to no flaws, one could even say he was perfect in any manner of appearance. He had shining, golden hair as though blessed by the stars.

From his stature alone, he displayed an arrogant, and prideful air that made him appear detached from his surroundings, as though above all others.

There was an aura of extreme derision and coldness emitting from his frosty golden pupils, making the people who see him naturally stay away from his sight in apprehension.

Like the Sun, he took everyone's attention by his mere presence and appearance alone. If compared to Elias, the latter might as well be invisible air.

In the novel [Heroes of the New Age], he was one of the most polarizing characters. There were different opinions regarding his character.

Some hated him, but others loved him. It was complicated. Some just didn't like his personality and motives, conversely some liked him with passion.

However, there was one thing for sure that both sides of the fan community could agree upon: Lance was definitely a complicated, pitiable character.

Lance Schultz, the second son of the Head Duke of the Schultz family, had debuted at the age of 10 as one of the most talented Rankers of the new generation.

Some say that if not for his slightly more prodigious and illustrious brother, Lance Schultz might as well have been the successor of the Schultz family.

Regardless, Lance was still talented in his own right even then. In some certain aspects, he was more blessed than his brother

It was extremely easy to hate him for his prideful, and arrogant demeanour. But there was a reason that strange personality came to be, and remembering it gave Elias a faint sigh.

Once again, the consequences of his actions continue to haunt him.

At this moment, Lance widened his eyes with incredulity and shock. He almost thought he was hearing things—he, a member of the prestigious Schultz family, was being robbed?

There was a certain level of confidence a man could have until it turned into blind arrogance, and eventually maddening delusion. This one was definitely at the top.

From seeing Elias as a reliable person, Lance immediately had a change of impression. He furrowed his brows, an intense frown taking over his face.

"Are you crazy? What do you mean by that? I'll give you a chance to take back your words, Elias Corleone."

Elias shook his head calmly, looking straight into him.

"Exactly as I mean. I'm not fond of bullshit, so give those fragments to me and I'll let you go. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

Feeling his gaze peering into his soul, Lance unconsciously clenched his hand. He couldn't comprehend the sudden hostility.

'Hm, wait...'

Then, he suddenly thought of something that made his frown intensify.

Lance glared at Elias coldly.

"Who are you exactly? Why are you doing this? I have a guess. Are you someone sent here by my brother to stall me or prevent me from enrolling?"

It was definitely possible. From what Lance knew of his brother, this was exactly the type of thing he would do just to spite him or annoy him.

However, Elias instead clicked his tongue in annoyance. He casually waved his hands in dismissal.

"No. I don't follow any high-strung noble's orders. Though, I can see why you think that way. It might not hit you yet, but I'm simply robbing you because I can. It's not that complicated,"

That made Lance pause in stupefaction, veins then protruded on his forehead as anger surged in his body like a boiling volcano.

'So he's not sent by my brother... Then, why? Just because?'

What was this situation? He couldn't make any sense of it at all.

Robbing him just because they can...? It was as though the man was subtly implying that he was weak and had no chance to resist him.

It felt like he was being mocked, and dismissed so casually.

No, being mocked was an understatement of a century.

He was entirely being disregarded. Spat upon. The strength and pride he cultivated all these years were being stepped upon like he was just some random trash in the street.

Lance glared ferociously as he cenched his jaw tightly. He tightened the grip on his hand, restraining himself from lashing out.

"... Are you mocking me right now? Do you think that you can rob me just because you want?!"

Lance felt truly angered by the incredulousness of the situation. He found this situation more irritating and annoying than the time he met that annoying man from the outer circle.

But Elias simply responded with a silent nod. Not even bothering to give him a satisfying reply.

Whoosh!

Unable to control his anger, he reached out to his spear, but before he could do anything, he suddenly heard Elias speak once more.

"I'd warn you not to do anything. It won't end well for you, Schultz."

Lance was ready to lash out from being mocked and looked down upon, but as he heard the man's words—he suddenly looked at his surroundings.

The long white-haired man savage baboon that he fought earlier was simply watching with an indifferent smile and with faint excitement too.

The dark blue-haired clown—he recognized as Hajin Sanchez—that gave him a dangerous vibe simply smiled nonchalantly, as though everything currently happening was not of his concern.

Then... there was the strange, white-haired girl emitting pure divinity. She had an empty, sapphire pair of pupils that were seemingly deep as the sea, and bottomless as the abyss.

She was staring at him, or rather behind him. At Yoru.

She looked familiar.

It took a moment until it clicked for Lance why he felt that the woman was familiar. She was the current generation Saintess, Celestia Lilinia of the Holy Orthodox Church.

Then, he suddenly realized the situation he was in.

He was surrounded.

'Everyone here... is strong. If they all come together, then I'll lose. Even if I went all out, using everything, I probably can't win.'

Despite knowing this, Lance didn't even take a second to make a decision. Feeling anger surge within him, he curled his lips mockingly and clicked his tongue with derision.

"Do you think I'll give you my fragments just because you asked me for it? I would rather die than forsake my pride, bastard. It's a pity... you bastard, I've thought highly of you,"

"Thought so. Noble families are really troublesome, they're too prideful. But... you seem to misunderstand something,"

Elias shrugged before raising his brows, much to Lance's confusion. While sitting on the golem, he continued calmly.

"Number 1. I'm not asking you, It's an order."

"Number 2. You don't have to act scared like I'm going to jump on you with my teammates, you think too highly of yourself."

Then, he raised three of his fingers.

"Lastly, Number 3. I'm stronger than you by a mile,"

While saying that, there was no trace of arrogance on his face. It was just plain, overwhelming confidence. It was as though it was not a statement, but a fact.

Lance felt like he was being mocked and being looked down upon and couldn't control himself. He immediately took out his spear, infused Noble Light, and attacked.

Tng!

However, a leg suddenly blocked the spear's trajectory and pushed him back in a split second. Lance's pupils dilated as he tried to retreat.

But Elias was not having it. He arrived in front of Lance as though he teleported and grasped the nobleman's face, clenching it as he slammed him to the ground.

Bam!

Lance audibly gasped, unable to react. He looked above him and saw the white-haired man gazing at him coldly and indifferently.

"You..."

"Are you going to give them or not? I'd be more than willing to knock you out, and rob you afterwards."

Elias asked with a cold gaze.

The arc is almost ending! It's pretty close. About 6 chapters or so, maybe