SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

"Sister… Senior sister, you should see this." A lady disciple of the healing sun peak hurriedly reached Sophia, who was brewing a potion in a big cauldron.

"What is it?" Sophia asked without moving her gaze from the cauldron.

"First, see this... Your brother and sect disciple, Kent, were in the arena. Kent asked your brother not to interfere in your love if he wins the fight." Taking heavy breaths, the disciples explained. She is gasping for air because of her hurriedness.

The fire under the cauldron exhausted in the next second as Sophia stopped everything and snatched the glass orb to see what is going on.

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In front of the whole crowd, Zi Chen stood like a statue. Without knowing it, he fell into his own trap. The act of mocking Kent all turned around as he became the center of mockery and ridicule.

Even though he felt like punching Kent on the spot, he is bound by Arena rules and the presence of Lady Arbiter. The commotion died down among the crowd, and everyone is waiting for Zi Chen's answer.

As the question related to Chen family personals, many people took out glass orbs to record what Zi Chen is going to say. The lady arbiter placed the wand before Zi Chen, indicating him to answer Kent's question.

Zi Chen glared angrily at Kent, and anger is evident on his face. Releasing a heavy breath, Zi Chen controlled his emotions.

"Will you stop following my sister like a dog if you lose this fight?" Zi Chen asked, ignoring the crowd.

"Sorry, I can't do that. Your sister stuck to me like a love gum. No one can separate us." Kent replied immediately with a dramatic expression. The crowd erupted into laughter after hearing his answer.

"How dare you..." Zi Chen took out a spear in anger. But before he took a step, the arbiter raised the wand and placed it against Zi Chen's face as a threatening gesture.

"Zi Chen, don't forget where you stand. You are the one who issued the challenge and made special promises to your opponent. Your opponent asked a question, say yes or no. If you can't leave this Arena." The lady arbiter spoke loudly in a serious tone.

Seeing the smiling Kent, Zi Chen felt more razed up. But he didn't dare to take a second warning from the lady arbiter. Shaking his head in anger, Zi Chen opened his mouth to speak.

"I agree… I'm agreeing to all your damn requests. I will see how you smile after tomorrow's beating." Zi Chen roared angrily with clenched fists. The lizard beside him also raised its head and began hissing loudly with a deadly stare.

The laughing Arena turned serious after hearing Zi Chen's roar. Even though Zi Chen became a center of mockery, no one can doubt his strength. In the case of combat, Zi Chen is much superior to Kent, in everyone's opinion.

"Idiot… What will you do if he rejects the challenge now? Aren't you making fool of yourselves?" Larry, who stood at the edge of the arena, muttered in a frustrated tone as his 1000 spirit stones were gone because of Zi Chen's show-off.

Now the entire focus shifted to Kent as the wand was placed before him to speak his decision. The entire Arena became dead silent. No one expected a new person to come to the arena to bring such entertainment for the crowd to enjoy.

Even though many people lost their spirit stones due to betting, they felt satisfied with the amount of nail-biting drama they were witnessing.

Kent closed his eyes for a second as he analyzed his chances of winning. Even though he could dominate Zi Chen with his original flames, he can't counter the powerful inheritance spells. Defending an inheritance spell requires an immense aura or a countering inheritance spell. Till now, Kent hasn't learned a single Inheritance Asthra from Porus.

While his mind was warning him to reject the challenge, his heart was saying the opposite. "Even if I lose, I won't lose anything... Fighting this match only benefits me in many ways. If I am afraid of this Zi Chen, what is the use of going to the inheritance ground, which is filled with several Grand Maga's?"

Releasing a heavy breath, Kent opened his eyes. "I, Kent Clark, disciple of Heavenly Sun Peak, bearer of origin flames, accept this divine justice challenge." Kent's grim tone reverberated all around the Arena.

'Silence... utter silence.' No one made a single sound. The lady arbiter took a long time to pick up the wand from Kent, and her gaze struck Kent's face, who stood calmly.

With a loud smirk, Zi Chen turned around and left, walking away in hurried steps. His long cape fluttered behind him.

To ease up the tension, the lady turned towards Larry, who is a gambler for Zi Chen. "Hey Larry, are there any special offers for betting against your master?" The lady asked, pointing at Larry, who stood at a long distance.

Larry shook his head with a cursing gaze. Somewhere in his heart, he believed that Zi Chen had a chance to lose. That's why he didn't dare to gamble and lose thousands of spirit stones.

With a disappointed sigh, the lady turned towards Fatty Ben, who stood on the opposite side. "Hey, fat guy... You seem to be shouting 1:3 every time. Will you dare now?" The lady asked in a husky tone with a bit of mischief.

Fatty's gaze turned towards Kent. But Kent stood seriously and didn't gesture anything to Fatty.

"Tsk… Tsk… I thought the gambling of a divine justice fight would break all records in Arena. It seems like it's not going to happen. What a disappointment!" The lady spoke dramatically, addressing the crowd.

Gritting his teeth, Fatty went inside the gambling room. "If I can't trust my master, what is the use of being a golden root? I shouldn't be a parasite. I must trust and support the master." Fatty's thoughts stirred as he clenched his fists. He leaned close to the magic circle in the gambling room and began speaking in a serious tone.

"I, the Golden Rat, heir to the Stoke family, rank 1 gambler of syndicate, am offering 1:5 returns to this divine justice match. My master may be low in cultivation. But he is not someone, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could bully. If anyone of you dares to question the honor of my master, get ready to lose your wealth."

Fatty's voice turned emotional in the end, and tears stirred in his eyes. He directly fell back on his seat, and his body is shackling for an unknown reason.

"Is he crying?" Kent thought.

But no one in the Arena is in the right mind to care about Fatty. The words of 1:5 created tremors among the crowd. It is a 99.9% losing match for Kent, in everyone's opinion. So, no one could believe Fatty's announcement. Even the lady in the Arena hesitated to announce the same.

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Thank you for the power stones and Golden tickets...