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"Oh, right, I have a question. Can any weapon or method be used in this duel? I mean, like a warrior?"

The young man's question successfully amused Antonidas, who lowered the staff he had raised.

"You don't intend to attack me with that slender body of yours, do you? Don't be ridiculous! Take out your staff! Let's have a fair and square mage duel!"

Antonidas looked at Aier as if he were an idiot. He was very puzzled as to why Aier Salona, who was originally wise and didn't seem like a teenager at all, would ask such a pointless question.

After a moment, as if realizing something, his expression changed drastically. He cautiously took two steps back, and a light green glow enveloped him, forming a thin shield.

[Mind Protection Barrier]

"As expected of the cunning Aier Salona. I almost fell for his trick. Such profound magical attainments, able to influence my mind with just a breath. Truly terrifying. I must be more vigilant against such an enemy!"

Antonidas's mind raced, and his expression was grim. He stared intently at the young man's eyes, remaining constantly on guard.

After a long while, Antonidas sighed and said with a look of disappointment:

"I lost this exchange. I was too confident in my experience and strength, and almost fell into your trap.

But I must thank you. You have made me realize something: arrogance is the original sin of a spellcaster. You have made me understand that as a mage, what the eyes see and the ears hear can be false. Only magic does not deceive us!"

Aier: ? ? ?

Antonidas had spent half his life completing achievements, only to be caught up by a 16-year-old, a boy who had barely come of age even in human society. Faced with such an outstanding young man, his heart was filled with bitterness, jealousy, and unwillingness.

But at this moment, his knot was untied, and he suddenly felt the dormant blood in his veins begin to boil. He felt as if he had returned to his youth.

And the young man was no longer the mage junior he was unwilling to acknowledge, but a rival who could compete with him on the same stage, an opponent worthy of his full strength to defeat.

"Make your move! This kind of trick might work once or twice, but it's beneath the dignity of people like us. Come, let me see your mettle! Aier Salona!"

At this moment, Antonidas's beard and hair were all raised, and his face was full of arrogance.

Madora, sitting in the VIP seat, covered her mouth, her face filled with disbelief. Today, the Speaker seemed particularly different?

Aier: So, I just asked a question, and gave my opponent an inspiring buff?

"Since you don't answer, then I'll take it as your default. It would be a pity not to try my new move against such a powerful opponent."

The young man stretched his limbs and waved towards the audience. After a while, Barton trotted over with a light purple space bag.

"It's not too much for a gladiator to have a sword, right? Although mine might be a bit long."

Aier took out the Phoenix Glaive from the bag and placed it on the ground.

"It's not too much for a gladiator to have a shield, right?"

As he spoke, the young man took out a shield as large as a door panel from the bag, which was none other than the Breaker Bulwark.

After taking out the two weapons, Aier returned the space bag to Barton, as carrying a space bag was not allowed during the competition.

Aier originally wanted to take out Elune's Scythe and carry it on his back, but after thinking about it, he felt that it might be too much of a bully, so he only chose these two weapons given by the Sun King.

Antonidas: Why does it feel like something is wrong?

And the group of high-level officials in the VIP seats were also dumbfounded.

The rough-lined Brian even started clapping and cheering loudly.

"The ultimate romance of a man is to carry his sword and shield, to shed sweat and drink the blood of his enemies. Master Aier is too much to my liking!"

"That's right, Master Aier is the most manly elf I've ever seen! But it would be even better if he replaced that strange-looking spear with a hammer or battle axe."

Muradin Bronzebeard also echoed loudly from the side.

Thermaplugg held a dissenting opinion.

He struggled to jump down from the high stool and gesticulated with his sharp voice:

"Gears and oil are a man's romance. A top engineering alchemist like Master Aier should defeat the enemy in front of him with his genius brain, instead of picking up heavy weapons like a barbarian and fighting the enemy with swords and spears. That's not Cool at all!"

"What nonsense are you little dwarves talking about? Be careful I'll pull your beard."

Brian immediately blew his beard and glared, threatening the little bean in front of him for daring to refute the words of his two brothers.

"You little shorty with a brain full of muscles, don't think that I, Thermaplugg… Ah, don't pull my beard, it's carefully maintained with Gnomeregan's royal engine oil!"

… …

Anasterian and Belovar, a group of Silvermoon high-level officials, sat not far away, watching the gnomes and dwarves tear each other apart with great interest, and couldn't help but smile.

"If you ask me, the noble Quel'dorei shouldn't sit with these inferior races."

Dar'khan Drathir, sitting in the last row, turned his head with a look of contempt, looking quite disdainful.

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"Shut up! You fool!"

A female elf grabbed Dar'khan's sleeve tightly, signaling him to shut up. She nervously looked around, and only after finding that no one had noticed Dar'khan's complaint did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Andy, I don't understand, clearly it's… Wuwu"

The female elf named Andy covered Dar'khan's mouth, and said fiercely:

"Fool! Do you know how many gold coins the Drathir family lost and how many benefits they sacrificed in order to reinstate you, this 'former prospective councilor'? All the costs paid by the Drathir family are only for you, this bastard who can't control his mouth, to become a prospective Silvermoon Councilor again! Remember! Just prospective!"

Andy gasped for breath, staring at the silent Dar'khan with a face full of resentment. This nephew of hers had caused the Blood Thistle Plantation, which she had painstakingly hoped for, to vanish into thin air.

The reason was that this magical genius, who was highly regarded by the family, offended Silvermoon Speaker Belovar because he couldn't control his stinky mouth.

In order to appease the Speaker's anger, the family had to give the land originally allocated to her to the Salona family's Wart Breeding Ground.

The angry Andy sent assassins to assassinate the small supervisor who dared to openly challenge the Drathir family, but the Salona family was deeply rooted and not something that she, the eldest daughter of the Drathir family, could touch. She couldn't vent this anger.

… …

"It seems that the two contestants are ready. Next, let me open the curtain for this wonderful battle!"

Edman's passionate voice sounded at the right time.

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"The match begins!"

The whole place erupted.