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."

seemed to send the young

concerning shade of red, Ascended

to be taught a lesson.

Sunny blinked.

"Huh?"

that the fool had been dropped on his head. But now, it seemed like maybe there

them with strange expressions. Master Mercy had abandoned his attempts to drag the second Legacy away and

'A duel, huh…’

his face and said in a solemn

"I refuse."

Tristan grinned.

your... huh? What?

Sunny nodded.

I refuse. What, are

him in confusion for a few moments, then

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

simply

am a coward, and I don't have any honor. In fact, I wouldn't

an arrogant young master and asked if he was courting death, all Sunny had to do to experience the entire triumvirate of clichés was

hot-blooded to be explained by simple foolhardiness. Plus, it wouldn't be a good look for Sunny to go around beating children - not to mention that his meticulously cultivated harmless persona was not supposed to be

he wanted to teach the loud

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

duel to first blood. I... I refuse

at him incredulously

to hell

He sighed.

blood? Fine...

smile turned

uh... I don't have a Memory

these words, young Master Tristan

have a single Memory weapon? And you call

his head, his face

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