Chapter 300 - 287: I Will Certainly Oblige You

Chapter 300: Chapter 287: I Will Certainly Oblige You

When they saw Luke’s pathetic state, they first froze, then ripples of laughter spread through the crowd.

"What is this guy doing..."

"Is he drunk? He can’t even walk straight."

"I just saw him try to run into someone, but he ended up getting sent flying instead."

"Wouldn’t that be even more humiliating? Hahaha..."

"This... how is this possible?!"

Luke sat on the ground, a little dazed. He wiped his face, then rubbed his shoulder.

’I... got knocked over?’

Luke looked at Zelir in disbelief.

’As a Junior Warrior, I actually failed to budge Zelir?!’

’Isn’t he a Mage?’

’The feeling just now was like I had run headfirst into a marble support column!’

’Is this the kind of physique a Mage can have?’

"You’re right, Luke. Some things really can’t be changed..."

At this moment, Zelir looked down on Luke, a faint smile on his face.

"Like your weakness... and the stupidity etched into your very bones."

The stifled snickers from the crowd instantly grew louder.

These sounds were like needles, viciously pricking Luke’s pride.

"You bastard...!"

Shame and anger surged in his heart, and Luke’s face instantly turned a furious, mottled red.

"Damned mutt!"

He no longer cared about decorum. Luke now had only one thought in his mind: ’I’m going to teach this brat a harsh lesson!’

"I’m going to...!"

Luke ripped the white glove off his left hand, about to fling it viciously at Zelir.

This was the signal for a duel among the Nobility!

But before he could throw the white glove, he was stopped.

"Stop! Luke!"

It was the young nobles at Luke’s side. Leiden was among them, also trying to hold Luke back.

"Let me go!"

Luke was furious, like an enraged bull.

"All of you, get out of my way! I’m going to teach a lesson to this brat who doesn’t know his place!"

’How dare he make me look like such a fool! I’ll definitely make him pay!’

"Are you crazy?"

Leiden managed to grab hold of Luke’s shoulder and lowered his voice. "Have you even looked at who you’re trying to duel!"

"He’s just a Magic Apprentice!"

Luke said, full of defiance, "What’s there to be afraid of? Am I supposed to be scared of his Fireball Skill?!"

"What Magic Apprentice? He’s the youngest Junior Mage in Black Stone Town!" Leiden hissed.

"What...?"

Hearing these words, Luke faltered, a sliver of reason finally returning to his mind.

’This guy... is actually a Junior Mage?’

His gaze returned to Zelir.

’Zelir looks a lot younger than me, sixteen or seventeen at most.’

’He’s a Junior Mage?’

Another terrifying figure surfaced in Luke’s mind.

The Magic genius of the Imperial Capital, Kane Rodri.

Back then, he also advanced to become a Junior Mage at sixteen.

And now, Kane had probably already completed his Reclassification.

’Zelir... is a genius on the same level as Kane?’

"So... so what?! It’s not like he’s guaranteed to beat me in a duel."

Luke was still unconvinced, gritting his teeth to save face.

"Maybe he just passed the assessment through some trick! As long as I get a chance to get close, I can twist that brat’s head off!"

"You’re really crazy... During a Monster Hunting trip, I personally saw Zelir draw his sword and hack a spider Demon more than ten meters long to pieces!"

Leiden warned in a cold voice, "Do you want him to hack you to pieces too?"

’Him? A Mage? Hacking a spider Demon to pieces with a sword?’

Luke thought Leiden must have gone crazy.

But Leiden’s tone was resolute, and it didn’t sound at all like he was making it up.

Luke could only turn his gaze back to Zelir, scrutinizing the young man.

Zelir was still standing in the same spot, unmoved.

He just watched Luke quietly, a smile on his lips, his expression even seeming a little encouraging.

"Luke, you were saying? What was it you wanted with me?"

"Say it."

"I’ll be happy to oblige."

"I...!"

The words caught in Luke’s throat, hot as a branding iron, and he suddenly couldn’t speak.

Luke even felt that Zelir was almost hoping he would challenge him to a duel.

Thinking back to how he’d used all his strength and still couldn’t budge Zelir...

A chill rose from the soles of his feet and shot straight to the top of his head.

Intuition told Luke that if he threw the glove now...

He might really end up just as Leiden said, hacked to pieces and carried away.

Cold sweat trickled from his temples, mixing with the red wine and running into his collar, both sticky and cold.

The gazes of the surrounding spectators had shifted from mockery to anticipation, making Luke feel as if he were on pins and needles.

’Looks like there’s a good show tonight.’

’This guy even took off his glove, but does he dare to throw it and issue the duel challenge?’

’Watching a duel between nobles before the ball starts... that sounds pretty good.’

"N-no... nothing...!"

In the end, Luke’s fingers relaxed.

He could only grit his teeth and shove the glove messily into his pocket.

"I’m going to change my clothes!"

Tossing out this feeble excuse, Luke beat a hasty and pathetic retreat under the crowd’s mocking gazes.

"Hmph..."

Zelir could only sigh in boredom.

’And I thought this kid had some backbone. He doesn’t even have the courage to fight me.’

"Sorry about that, Zelir. Luke’s just like that."

Seeing Luke leave, Leiden came over, his voice full of apology. "He’s just stubborn. Don’t lower yourself to his level."

"It’s nothing." Zelir just shook his head.

’Still, this is the first time I’ve seen a guy this brainless.’

’Absolutely comical.’