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."

send the young Master into a

his face turning a concerning shade of red,

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

Sunny blinked.

"Huh?"

dropped on his

were all gazing at them with

'A duel, huh…’

from his face and said

"I refuse."

Tristan grinned.

summon your...

Sunny nodded.

refuse. What,

in confusion for a few moments,

That's cowardly! D-don't you

simply shook

honor. In fact,

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

the poor fool was really suffering from a character Flaw. His behavior was too outrageously hot-blooded to be explained by simple foolhardiness. Plus, it wouldn't be a good look for Sunny to go around beating

he wanted to teach the loud

angry eyes. Then, a mocking

duel to first blood. I... I refuse your refusal! Summon

him incredulously for a

hell

He sighed.

first blood?

smile turned

a Memory weapon. So

words, young Master

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

scratched the back of his head,

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