The Transmigrated Novelist

Even though Amelia's actions were quite hasty, and reckless, it was precisely this kind of action that might get something out of this situation.

In order to clean this up quickly and go help her father, she thought of catching Young Noble Clark as a hostage and then using him as a shield.

Her plan was quite good, and feasible, considering that Young Noble Clark was someone who feared death and would do anything he could to stay alive.

Unfortunately, her plan was condemned to fail, because the moment that she made her move she felt a sudden pressure upon her body, and she immediately fell down to the ground again.

The gravity seemed to have suddenly multiplied by 2 or 3 times, while all the particles around her had been frozen, and she was unable to use her strength.

Most probably it was a Rank 3 Gravity formation, on top of a Rank 3 Magic Freeze formation, but since the creator wasn't efficient with it, it couldn't show its full strength.

Just like Warriors and Mages, Alchemists, Weapons craftsmen, and Formation Masters' abilities were determined by Ranks. Depending on the quality and strength of the formation, pill, or weapon they could make.

So, not only Amelia but everyone else behind her experienced the same situation, as they all fell from their mounts and were plastered to the ground.

The best among them were able to stand on their feet beside the change, which included the Rank 4 Warrior, and that hooded guy, but the rest were just like iron nails drawn to the magnet.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA~! Did you really think that I would play it fair and square!? How stupid and naïve could you be? This is not a nobles duel, this is a battle! HAHAHAAHA~!"

Young Noble Clark started laughing out loud, clearly enjoying the sight in front of him, as he saw the people in front of him crawl like weak worms due to the strong gravity.

He knew that this wasn't enough to make them completely immovable, and it happened just because he caught them by surprise.

But still, he wanted to use this chance he had created in order to dampen their morals.

The most important part in a battle was morale, as long as a Warrior thought that the battle was lost, then there was no way in hell that he could win.

Just like he expected, Amelia and the others started to get up the next moment, as Young Noble Fjord and Young Noble Peers were helped by the Masters by their side.

He didn't seem to care much about it though, as his gaze was wandering on the faces of those other guys, and he was happy to know that they had been affected by his words and the situation.

His happiness didn't last for long though, as Amelia didn't seem to care in the least about his words, as he used every ounce of strength she had to hurl a crescent sword energy attack towards him.

Even though the current environment made it much more difficult for her to use her strength and skills since Sword energy didn't count as magic she could still attack Young Noble Clark.

While her attack was a bit impeded from the Gravitational formation, and from the Magic Freeze formation, it was still not to be underestimated.

To be more exact, her sword energy attack didn't have the potential to kill a Rank 4 Warrior at the moment, but it was more than capable of killing a Rank 2 Warrior like Young Noble Clark.

The moment he sensed something like that Young Noble Clark's face immediately turned dark and gloomy, but he wasn't worried in the least.

He didn't even move from his spot, as a black-dressed Master came out of nowhere parring the attack for him and standing in front of him for any other upcoming attack.

Seeing that happen, Amelia couldn't help but snort coldly, as she said,

"Hmph~! And I am supposed to be the woman between the two of us!"

Hearing that Young Noble Clark's face went even darker and gloomier, but that was just for a passing moment, as he suddenly showed a grin, and said,

"You think that you can beat me in your current situation!?"

"I will sweep the ground with you, just like a useless broom!"

"Oh, is that so!? Then why don't we make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

"A really simple one actually, should you win then I will let you and your father go free, I will even talk to my father to let your mother go, and help you cure her!"

"And should you win!?"

"You will become my slave!"

"Hmph~! A toad looking to eat some swan meat! How can I trust you!?"

"We will both sign a soul contract! That should be enough right!?"

Amelia couldn't help but feel a bit startled at this as she didn't expect this Young Noble to be so confident in herself, but the next moment she said without a doubt in her voice,

"Then what are we waiting for!?"

"Miss Amelia, I don't think you should accept this duel, Young Noble Clark surely is planning something!"

It was that Rank 4 Warrior beside Young Noble Fjord since he had given his words to Master Gorg to protect Amelia, he wanted to advise her to not accept.

But the moment that his words sounded, Young Noble Clark immediately snorted, and ordered in the void,

"Hmph~! A servant that doesn't know when to shut up! Take care of him for me!"

The next instant, a black-dressed shadow appeared out of nowhere and gave him a kick in the guts. The Rank 4 warrior who should be quite tough, immediately kneeled while sprouting a mouthful of blood.

"I think that you haven't understood your situation yet! You are completely trapped, and there is no way out for you!

If I want to kill you, then I can easily kill you! This duel is just for me to get a new slave by fighting fair and square. So better shut your dirty holes and wait for your turn to die!"

Everyone was shocked at what happened, and Young Noble Clark's revelation, as they didn't understand how it was possible for that black shadow to do something like that.

There were two possible situations: he was a Warrior higher than Rank 4, meaning Rank 5 or higher, or he was a Rank 4 Warrior that wasn't affected by the formations.

Either way, they were doomed. It was only at this point that everyone seemed to get clear about the current situation they were found.

Seeing that, Amelia's face turned gloomier, but she understood that she didn't have any other choice and she could only accept the duel as she said with a confident voice,

"Well then, what are we waiting for!"

Young Noble Clarks dark and gloomy face immediately disappeared, as it was replaced with a smile while he said with a natural tone while throwing Amelia a contract,

"Just your soul signature on this contract!"

The Young Noble seemed extremely prepared as the contract was ready, and it even contained his soul signature, which made Amelia hesitate for a moment, but she still did it.

She touched the contract with her index finger, as her finger shined for a moment and something entered the contract, making it shine the next moment.

It was Amelia's soul signature that made the contract legal, and their deal standing. She didn't throw the contract back though, as she kept it in her space ring.

After what had happened she clearly didn't believe Young Noble Clark, and she would be stupid if she did, as he had already shown his colors more than once.

Young Noble Clark saw her actions, but he didn't stop her, he just gazed at her with a slight smile, as he made a sign for the Warrior in front of him to stand aside and make his way towards the formations.

Just one look at his comfortable walk, and disposition as he walked inside the formations was enough to understand that he wasn't affected by them and that he would fight in full strength.

This also clearly resolved the question of what had happened to the Rank 4 Warrior, but no one had the time to think about that at the moment.

They could only look with curiosity at the standings of Young Noble Clark and Amelia as they were both preparing their selves to start fighting.

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Not far away from there, Master Troy and the other two Rank 5 Masters suddenly stopped their tracks and turned around to have a look at the approaching Master Gorg.

His face was dark, gloomy, and a bit insidious due to his anger, but none of them seemed to care about it.

In fact, the moment that Master Troy saw his ugly face, he smiled at him and said in a mocking tone,

"It seems like the chicken does have some courage!"

His words clearly reached their intention, as Master Gorg finally exploded with all his rage and anger, as suddenly a Great Sword appeared on his hand, he hacked towards Master Troy while screaming,

"You damn old thing that refuses to die! Just go fu*cking die for this Master!"

Sword Energy attack!

But comparing his Sword Energy attack with that of Amelia was just like comparing a baby dragon to his Grandfather, or even great-grandfather.

Even his previous night's attack seemed to be nothing more than child's play in front of this one.

It was clear that he was intending to finish this as soon as he could in order to go and help his daughter…