Chapter 189 – Duel (1/2)

It wasn’t clear what the Golden Scale guild members did, but, after they fiddled around for a while, the gate surprisingly creaked open.

“Money Grubber?” Upon seeing the carnage surrounding Fatty and a bunch of Spirits of Misfortune, Golden Scale TheMighty immediately understood what had happened.

Fatty was surprised. “Huh? You guys were actually able to open the gate?”

“O mighty God of Misfortune, your believers have followed your directions here in order to serve you.” Golden Scale TheMighty shot the elementalist a fierce glare before approaching the illusion and kneeling.

“Very good,” the illusion rumbled. “Did you bring the relic?”

“Yes. The Staff of Misfortune is here.” Golden Scale TheMighty took out a magic staff made of white bones with billows of hazy white smoke coiling along it. Atop the rod sat a skull that held a magical black gem between its teeth.

“Good, very good. When you complete the last mission, you may inherit my legacy.” The illusion pointed at Fatty. “Go. Your last mission is to kill him and take back the Heart of Malediction.”

“This…?” Golden Scale TheMighty was dumbstruck. Everyone from the Fat Squad immediately surrounded Fatty to protect him.

“Brother Grubber, under what condition would you help me complete this mission?” Golden Scale TheMighty asked Fatty; as a quick thinker, he’d instantly devised a solution.

“If you want the Heart of Malediction, fine. But, you have to exchange the Misfortune Equipment for it.” Fatty’s condition was the same.

“The Misfortune Equipment? Impossible,” Golden Scale TheMighty swiftly refused. “Pick another one.”

Grinning, the elementalist sagged against TheFugitive. “Negotiations end here then.”

As they realized Fatty’s condition, the squad was appalled. “Fatty, how did you get like this?!”

“No biggie. I can still recover anyway.” Fatty patted his inventory pack with a smug face. “We’ve struck big this time!”

“What did you get? What’s this heart?” TheFugitive peered at the pack, and his hands itched to pull the item from Fatty’s inventory.

“How about 500,000 gold coins? That’s enough to buy a Celestial item,” Golden Scale TheMighty finally offered after a moment’s hesitation.

“No way!” The elementalist shook his head. “This thing is more important than even a Divine item.”

Golden Scale TheMighty’s face sank, and the members of the Golden Scale Guild prepared to charge.

HeadofGod laughed coldly. “What? Wanna fight?” The eleven members from God Familia took a step forward in unison.

“I’ve gone through difficulties to gain this hidden class, guys. I sincerely ask that you make this easier for me.” Staring fixedly at Fatty, Golden Scale TheMighty’s expression was gloomy.

“We only need the Misfortune Equipment.” Fatty dug in his heels and refused to budge.

Golden Scale TheMighty bellowed, “Attack!” Taking the lead, he drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and fired at Fatty.

Swish! The members of the Golden Scale guild here were all elites. The moment their leader gave the command, everyone cast skills together and directed their attacks toward the elementalist.

“Hahaha!” Fatty laughed loudly. He turned his body while promptly summoning the Skeletal Dragon at the same time, directly hiding himself behind the massive mount. With a cacophony of collision noises, the majority of the attacks were blocked by the dragon, blowing puffs of white bone dust from its body instead. When an attack did manage to get through the skeleton’s frame, Fatty easily dodged it.

Golden Scale TheMighty halted his attack after his single arrow and yelled out, “Money Grubber, I don’t want to make this hard on you. Name terms that we can accept!”

“I only need the Misfortune Equipment!” The same old words form Fatty nearly made Golden Scale TheMighty cough up blood in anger.

“Guild Master Golden Scale, remember what you did last time when Fatty wanted the skill book for the hidden class from you?” HeadofGod inquired coldly, yet his feet didn’t stop moving as he approached the opposition alongside his rogue comrades.

The previous bet between Fatty and Golden Scale TheMighty was pretty well-known. And, God Familia often did business around Azure Dragon City, so they knew the details. They had praised the elementalist’s strength and declared him an expert until they heard Han Shen call him “master.” It was then God Familia truly understood the circumstances of the duel.

“Stop!” Golden Scale TheMighty hastily called a cease-fire upon hearing HeadofGod’s words. After some consideration, the guild master said, “Last time, I didn’t make it difficult for you; so, I hope that you won’t make it difficult for me now. Let’s duel again to settle this.”

“Alright.” Fatty instantly nodded in agreement. “What’re the rules?”

Clenching his teeth, Golden Scale TheMighty swept a glance at the members of his team. To his dismay, he discovered that, regardless of whether it was a group fight or a 1v1 duel, his team was no match for their opponent.

“How about a duel between you and me?” Golden Scale TheMighty looked at Fatty. “If I win, you give me the Heart of Malediction, and I’ll give you payment as thanks. If I lose, I’ll lead my people away and won’t bother you anymore.”

“Despicable!” Qian Xiaoqian furiously blurted. In Fatty’s current condition, he certainly was not up for combat.

“I think we should just pounce and send them on a free trip outta here.” Xiao Jian’s tone was sinister as he brandished his longsword.