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."

widened, which seemed to send the young Master into a

face turning a concerning shade of red, Ascended

be taught a lesson. I, Tristan of Aegis Rose, hereby challenge you to

Sunny blinked.

"Huh?"

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

with strange expressions. Master Mercy had abandoned his attempts

'A duel, huh…’

face and said in a solemn

"I refuse."

Tristan grinned.

summon your... huh? What? You

Sunny nodded.

refuse. What, are you really

He stared at him in confusion for a few moments, then asked in a trembling

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

Sunny simply

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

to do to experience the entire triumvirate of clichés was to slap Ascended Tristan

was too outrageously hot-blooded to be explained by simple foolhardiness. Plus, it wouldn't be a good look for Sunny to go around

wanted to teach the loud brat a

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

be too afraid, coward, I won't kill you! We'll just duel to first blood. I... I refuse your refusal! Summon your weapon

stared at him incredulously

to hell

He sighed.

blood? Fine... I

turned

don't have a Memory weapon. So I

young

you don't even have a single Memory weapon? And you

scratched the back of his head,

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