Shadow Slave

Chapter 541

"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?!"

end up with that alias. Why would an idiot like that

***

where I've

how he had entered the Dreamscape for the first time. Back then, he had almost ended up with that exact name after accidentally saying the

the

that being called Mongrel was

amused, he sat down and circulated his essence through the coils of the Soul Serpent, aiming to replenish

a feeling that it

***

his next three

It was a young man with shoulder-length hair who wore a light armor, wielding a round shield and

Very 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 an Aspect Ability,

point his weapons almost teleported from one place to another. Sunny only managed to resist because his enemy skillfully masked the

was utterly fascinated by the way Lowph used his soul essence, so he lingered, trying to infer details of this

being

of the Mantle and one of the spaulders, sinking deep into Sunny's armpit.

strike, Lowph glanced at the vibrant crimson liquid on his spear and

you're human, after

and tilted his

"Am I?"

end the fight as soon as possible — not because he was done learning Lowph's style, but because even with Blood Weave, he

already knew how to deal with fast enemies. So, in the end, neither speed

deep wound disappeared as soon as Sunny

have ways to go as far

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

a mountain fell on his shoulders. Sunny was barely able to move, while his enemy masterfully weaved the effects of Aspect Abilities into an already swift and lethal combat technique,

had a rich experience dealing with the

however… made him rethink a lot

friendly-looking guy with a funny alias, Dynisor. Weirdly, he wore simple garments instead of an armor and wielded no weapons. At first, Sunny fought that this was

soon as the voice of the Dreamscape announced the start 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, and his

a predatory humanoid lizard. A

and fearsome as one, the hybrid fought with a measured technique of an experienced, cunning, battle-hardened brawler. The effect was nothing

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