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

turning a concerning shade of red, Ascended Tristan

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

Sunny blinked.

"Huh?"

had been dropped on his head. But now, it

attention. The people in the courtyard were all gazing at them with strange expressions. Master Mercy had abandoned his attempts to drag the second Legacy away and was

'A duel, huh…’

from his face and said

"I refuse."

Tristan grinned.

summon your... huh? What?

Sunny nodded.

What, are you really

him in confusion for a few moments,

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

simply shook

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

courting death, all Sunny had to do to experience the entire triumvirate of clichés was to slap Ascended Tristan across the face. However, he had

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 able to win a duel with

he wanted to teach the loud brat a

Tristan huffed and pussed, staring at him with angry

to first blood. I...

him incredulously for a

to hell with

He sighed.

first blood? Fine...

smile turned

have a Memory weapon.

young Master Tristan

single Memory weapon? And

the back of his head, his face full of

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