Shadow Slave

Chapter 1703

Sunny's words hung in the air, contrasted starkly against his polite smile. The two young Masters seemed frozen, as if unable to digest what they had just heard.

Mercy of Clan Dagonet let out a stifled breath.

At the same time, Ascended Tristan's eyes widened.

His face, frozen in a state of stunned disbelief, was slowly contorted by a grimace of righteous wrath.

Trembling in outrage, he bellowed:

"You dare?!"

Sunny couldn't quite believe it. He held his breath, his heart beating wildly.

'Is... is he going to say it? He's going to say it! He totally is!'

His smile remained perfectly pleasant.

"I do dare. Why, wasn't that obvious from my remark? Or has your Flaw made you deaf? Goodness gracious... dumb and deaf. What an unfortunate fate. You have my sympathy."

The young Master stared at him, mouth agape. After a few moments of silence, Tristan pointed a trembling finger at Sunny and hissed:

"You are courting death, mongrel!"

'He said it!'

He had really said it. That was... Sunny had no words. It was really too astonishing.

He struggled to suppress a burst of laughter.

'Amazing. But also, what is it with Legacy brats and calling people mongrels?’

Sunny kept his composure with titanic effort, and shrugged.

"Funny you should say, but I am indeed somewhat of a mongrel."

which seemed to send the young

turning a concerning shade of red, Ascended Tristan outstretched

to be taught a lesson. I, Tristan of Aegis

Sunny blinked.

"Huh?"

just speaking metaphorically when he suggested that the fool had been dropped on his head. But now, it seemed like maybe there was

spat had attracted a lot of attention. The people in the courtyard were all gazing at them with strange expressions. Master Mercy had abandoned his

'A duel, huh…’

smile from his face and said in

"I refuse."

Tristan grinned.

your... huh?

Sunny nodded.

I refuse. What,

in confusion

you refuse? That's cowardly! D-don't you have any

simply shook his

am a coward, and I don't have any honor. In fact, I wouldn't be caught dead having honor. Such

experience the entire triumvirate of clichés was to slap

foolhardiness. Plus, it wouldn't be a good look for Sunny

how much he wanted to teach the loud brat a

huffed and pussed, staring at him with angry eyes. Then, a mocking smile suddenly twisted his

you! We'll just duel to first blood. I... I refuse your refusal! Summon your

him incredulously

to hell

He sighed.

first blood? Fine...

turned a little

I don't have a Memory weapon. So I

young

you don't even have a single Memory weapon?

back of his head, his face

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