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?"

glanced at

to the camera and smiled

you battle geniuses have noticed it? Well, well, well. It's this rare moment when I get to mock my dear viewers

to his

broadcasting… as you might know, these two distinguished gentlemen are actually not only my colleagues, but also disciples of the same cranky old man who taught me swordsmanship. Basically, the three of us are childhood friends, and we practice

and then sighed

by an unknown novice, the real reason why I was so shocked by our duel… IS… YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT...

his eyes and interrupted

masked guy used the Roaring Lion Strike style to defeat that dolt. And while there are many — lots and lots, really — people who can beat that loud nuisance in a heartbeat, the fact that someone done so while using our own

vitriol, but then gave up on the ad break and

to go and see who that Mongrel really is, and what is he

***

dispatched the young man in azure armor. The other Awakened seemed to stare at him with a bit of

spectators in the amphitheater. Many had

all these people? Did I go overboard and

not appear too powerful. Maybe they just liked the spectacle? Sunny was, indeed, giving them a good show. Not that doing so

one challenging me? Stop wasting my time, people! I'm on a tight

to fight him seemed willing to step forward now. Sunny stared at them in boredom

walked toward him, unsheathing a formidable-looking

with an intricate engraving of a castle and four dragons decorating its polished surface. He looked strong, noble, and

Must. Be. Kidding

same style… he was obviously practicing the same

narrowed, the voice of the Dreamscape

Saifer has

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

helmet, the voice of the

"Mongrel has won!"

in the crowd grew a bit

with these people?! Is

Sunny could even clean the blade of the

wearing

has challenged

a heavy saber… and using the same cursed battle

out a low growl

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

the enemy's body 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 a

"Mongrel has won!"

Do I need to go to a professional arena to find