Shadow Slave

Leo sent the clip to a couple of his buddies and waited in the dark void, chatting with the viewers and laughing about his terrible performance in the duel against the demonic newbie.

'That Mongrel... there's something about him...'

Just as he had expected, his friends joined him in the Dreamscape almost immediately after receiving the message.

Yes, his defeat was rather embarrassing… but there was an opportunity in every disaster!

This was going to be a very special broadcast.

A rare and bombastic… crossover episode!

Answering the invitations, two figures joined him in the black void. The viewers grew silent for a moment, and then sent so many reactions that the Broadcast Interface almost crashed.

Well, as expected. Both guests Leo had invited were very prominent duelists, at least as popular as he was himself, or perhaps even more.

One wore a heavy plate armor. There was a castle engraved on its breastplate, and four dragons depicted on his pauldrons and vambraces. This was Daoist Saifer, a renowned swordsman who possessed a powerful Aspect that allowed him to control fire.

The other was a taciturn warrior in a grey silken robe. His alias in the Dreamscape was the Fool, and he was known to be one of the most peculiar and persistent duelists in the professional league.

Leo grinned.

"Hey there, Saifer. Hey there, Fool. Long time no see!"

Saifer scoffed, then pointed at him.

"Leo, my friend. What the hell was that? You got killed by an amateur… in one strike!"

The Fool simply shook his head and remained silent.

Leo coughed in embarrassment and looked down.

"Yeah, well… it's not like the two of you never tasted a piece of humble pie, is it? If I remember correctly, Queen Bee decimated both of you just last week…"

Saifer grinned.

"I am ready to be killed by our noble Queen every day. But a newbie? Come on..."

Leo shrugged, then pointed to his sword.

"Alright, alright. But there's a reason the two of you arrived so quickly, right? You saw it too?"

two duelists glanced at each

turned to the camera

this rare moment

gestured to his friends,

as you might know, these two distinguished gentlemen are actually not only my colleagues, but also disciples of

paused, and then sighed

the real reason why I was so shocked by

eyes and

Roaring Lion Strike style to defeat that dolt. And while there are many — lots and lots, really — people who can beat that

vitriol, but then gave up

go and see who that Mongrel really is, and what

***

in the Colosseum after he dispatched the young man in azure armor. The other

in the amphitheater. Many had changed seats to get closer to

matter with all these people? Did I

appear too powerful. Maybe they just liked the spectacle? Sunny was, indeed, giving them a good

wasting my time, people! I'm on a

the small crowd of Awakened that had been waiting for their turn to fight him seemed willing to step forward now. Sunny stared at

toward him,

intricate engraving of a castle and four

Must. Be. Kidding

style… he was obviously practicing the same

Sunny's eyes narrowed, the voice of the

Saifer has

face with the pommel of the odachi, swiped his foot, and then viciously thrust

the steel helmet, the voice

"Mongrel has won!"

faces in the crowd grew a

wrong with these people?! Is there no one here

could even clean the blade of the Shadow Serpent, a new

wearing a grey

has

saber… and using the same

out a low growl and dashed

the last two fighters. He managed to sidestep the attack… sadly, it had turned out to be just a feint. Before

great sword out of the

the grey silken robe swayed and stared at the growing red patch on his silk garment. Looking up at Sunny, he silently gave him a thumbs up, then collapsed to the sand in

"Mongrel has won!"

I need to go to a professional arena