Shadow Slave

"An incredible win by Lord… uh, by Mongrel!"

Looking at the cloud of blood rising above the arena, Syclus couldn't contain his enthusiasm.

Today, there were no simultaneous duels, as there were only thirty-two contenders left. Each battle was intense and exciting, and received the full attention of the commentators.

Looking at the cheering audience, Dimi laughed.

"Indeed, indeed… Mongrel did very well against No Wait. That Aspect of his is a real menace, believe me. I've been on the receiving end of those explosions way too many times!"

Dimi had been one of the first renowned duelists of the Dreamscape, back when it had been just growing popular ten or so years ago, so he was talking from experience.

Syclus glanced at the chat, knowing that it was a good time to involve the viewers in the discussion. Coincidentally, he noticed a comment concerning something that he himself was curious about.

"Yeah, very devious! But, Dimi… don't you feel like Mongrel behaved a bit out of character today? I mean, he practically called a respected Dreamscape veteran an idiot. With how noble, dignified, and chivalrous Mongrel usually is…"

Dimi thought for a bit, then shook his head.

"You see, Syclus… I respected Mongrel before, but now I truly admire him. It takes a very talented fighter to quickly recognize a battle style, true. Mongrel is talented... but he is also wise."

He smiled.

"Because it takes a very wise man to quickly recoginze an idiot. And make no mistake, this guy is a complete buffoon! Believe me, I have the misfortune of knowing him pretty well. I mean… only an idiot would end up with an alias like "What? No, Wait!"... right?"

Instantly, a deluge of comments flooded the chat:

"True! Mongrel is so wise!"

"Wise, deadly, and handsome!"

"How do you know that he's handsome, fool? He never takes off that creepy mask!"

"You mean SHE is handsome? Wait, that doesn't sound right…"

"...Can someone ban that troll already?!"

complete idiot would end up with that alias. Why would an idiot like that even try

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I've

first time. Back then, he had almost ended up with that exact name after accidentally saying

that's the

called Mongrel

he sat down and circulated his essence through the coils of the Soul Serpent,

a feeling that it wasn't

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None of his next three

who wore a light armor, wielding a round shield and a spear. His technique was impeccable, but the most dangerous thing

fast. So fast, in fact, that Sunny could barely see some of his movements. The worst part was that this speed did not come from

teleported from one place to another. Sunny only managed to resist because his enemy skillfully masked the movements of his body, but didn't

do was to kill the deadly opponent as fast as possible, but Sunny was utterly fascinated by the way Lowph used his soul essence, so he lingered, trying to infer details of this

ended up being the first human to make Mongrel

spear slid between the breastplate of the Mantle and one of the spaulders, sinking deep into

himself from a retaliatory strike,

you're human, after

the pain and tilted his head

"Am I?"

because he was done learning Lowph's style, but because even with Blood Weave, he wasn't sure that he

battle with Caster, Sunny already knew how to deal with fast enemies. So, in the end, neither speed nor incredible mastery

wound disappeared as soon as Sunny

to go as far as controlling essence

been really, really tough, but ended up being only slightly torturous. His enemy this time was named Everain and possessed a powerful sorcerous Aspect centered

started, it felt as though a mountain fell on his shoulders. Sunny was barely able to move, while his enemy masterfully weaved the effects of

Sunny had [Feather of Truth], which diminished the burden a little. More importantly, he had a rich experience dealing with the Crushing. Even though Everain was able to make him sweat by manipulating gravity with admirable ingenuity,

made him rethink a lot of

a funny alias, Dynisor. Weirdly, he wore simple garments instead of an

of the duel, his opponent… changed. His muscles suddenly ballooned and shifted, ripping through the simple clothes. His skin glistened, becoming covered by metallic scales. His nails grew into terrifying talons,

moments, what faced Sunny was not a human, but a frightening hybrid creature that resembled a predatory humanoid lizard. A split

as one, the hybrid fought with a measured technique of an experienced, cunning, battle-hardened brawler. The effect