1038 Birthed Spirit 1 (1/2)
He couldn't help but frown when he realized that all five of the geniuses surrounding Virvor were all Dukes.
'This Virvor has a lot of secrets… Firstly, he's hiding his cultivation level. Secondly, he had the capital to buy a master level treasure despite being a commoner. And now he actually has the ability to enter the inner valley. He doesn't even seem scared facing five dukes. Is he confident? Or is he stupid?'
If others heard Dyon's thoughts, they would roll their eyes. This was the man willing to offend any and everything regardless of strength, wondering about the stupidity of someone else when challenging a warrior above their strength. Truly hypocritical.
Being of his guesses, Dyon decided to silently watch for now. If Virvor's life was in any actual danger, he would jump in. But, he wanted to see what limits this mystery commoner had. Dyon's intuition was telling him that Virvor's secrets might link back to the 98th quadrant as a whole.
Virvor's eyes glanced around. There was a steady crowd growing by now, but no one seemed intent on helping him out. He could only sneer inwardly, he was truly disgusted by the ways of the world.
”The mighty 74th quadrant, hm?” Virvor laughed uproariously. ”Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? There are 73 quadrants ranked ahead of you, why don't you go and pick a fight with them?”
The five Dukes of the 74th quadrant blushed with shame before steeling their hearts. No matter how righteous Virvor's words sounded, this was the way of the martial world. Who asked Virvor to covet a treasure he couldn't protect? He should have simply handed it over to them obediently just like they would have to do if someone of higher standing than them found trouble with them.
”I've always wondered,” Virvor continued. ”When shameless bastards like you gang up on a single person for a single treasure, do you really think before you act? How could you possibly split a single weapon five ways? Is it really about the money? Is the mighty 74th quadrant so poor?”
Listening to the constant jeering of Virvor, the five Dukes began to get agitated. These were the exact words that they to themselves when higher ranked quadrants wanted to bully them, but none of them had the courage to say it to the faces of their enemies like Virvor did. This feeling of inferiority was eating them up on the inside, but at the same time, it was only fueling their anger to new heights.
The four Dukes sneered. They fanned outward, encircling Virvor so that he had no chance to escape.
Rand's hands tightened around his double-edged sword, holding it perfectly parallel to himself. ”There's no little girl to save you now,” Rand sneered. ”It's too bad that that fool who saved you last time isn't here for me to cut him down too.”
Virvor snorted. ”If she was here, I wonder if you'd dare to call her a little girl.”
When Rand heard this, he couldn't hold his anger in any longer. He had spoken without thinking much because compared to his age, Clara really was a little girl. But now Virvor was using that to ridicule him. How could he continue to stand for it?
His foot slammed into the ground, propelling him forward at blinding speeds. This time, he couldn't bother to use technique. Before, Virvor had gotten a group's support, so Rand had insensitive to defeat him as quickly as possible to avoid problems. But, now? He would play with him to death!