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

a concerning shade of red, Ascended Tristan outstretched

need to be taught a lesson. I, Tristan of

Sunny blinked.

"Huh?"

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

with strange expressions. Master Mercy had abandoned his attempts to

'A duel, huh…’

the smile from his face and said

"I refuse."

Tristan grinned.

Then summon your...

Sunny nodded.

I refuse. What, are

young Master seemed flustered. He stared at him in confusion for a few moments, then asked in a trembling

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

Sunny simply shook

In fact, I wouldn't be

if he was 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

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 able to win a duel with a

to teach the loud brat a memorable

Tristan huffed and pussed, staring at him with angry eyes.

to first blood. I...

him incredulously for a

to hell with

He sighed.

blood?

smile turned

a Memory weapon. So I can't summon

words, young Master

have a single Memory weapon? And you call yourself an

scratched the back of his head, his face full of

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