The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 1057

The King of Nulnalgat cleared his throat and opened another portal.

"Champions, please follow me through the portal, so we can discuss the terms of the challenge. Everyone else, you have ten minutes to reach the Arena before the battle begins."

Karl jumped over the crowd to land on the stage, using [Swims Through Air] to avoid a hard landing.

The spectators began to talk excitedly about his casual acceptance, and his physical control. But the King didn’t wait, and the two followed him through to a room that overlooked a sand floor arena.

"What the fuck were you thinking? A Mythic Ranked duel here of all places? HERE! Forget the fact that the word is already spreading about you challenging someone in Nulnalgat, you did it in the middle of nowhere." The King raged.

"And you, why did you accept instead of negotiating?"

Karl shrugged. "He demanded ownership of Guild Members, including myself. Nothing about his terms was acceptable for negotiation. You should feel blessed that I didn’t demand a full-scale Guild War."

The Champion snorted in amusement, and the King growled at him.

"Jerome, do you have no sense left in your brain? The Darklight Host has a Supreme Ranked Chaos Dragon among their members. If they refused to accept a Duel, there might not be a nation left for you to go home to, even if you won the fight." The King informed him.

Jerome, the Dragonkin Warrior who had started this whole mess, stared at the King in confusion.

"The only Supreme Ranked Dragon on the entire planet is..."

"Supreme Lady Matilda. Yes. You just challenged HER GUILD to a Guild War."

Karl’s smirk nearly set off the warrior, and the King of Nulnalgat sighed.

"Do you have to keep annoying him?" He asked.

"Keep annoying him? I fully intend to kill him." Karl corrected.

A third ring would look good on his tabard.

"I can see that this won’t be solved peacefully. I will have the Royal Council reinforce the barriers on the arena. Take your positions, and I will signal the start of the battle when the barriers are ready."

Karl and Jerome both jumped down onto the sand to wait while the arena filled.

Already, portals were opening, and Mythic Ranked fighters in well-worn armour were filling the best seats. These must be either friends or competitors of Jerome, though none of them were his Guild members.

"I hope that you’re ready to start crafting. I don’t give days off for failed challengers." Jerome taunted.

"You know, I always wanted a Mythic Dungeon of my very own. How much time is left on your claim?" Karl replied.

The people in the stands burst into laughter. The annual contest had just ended, he had it for over three hundred more days. At twenty percent tax on what was taken out, Karl would be filthy rich by the end of the year if he could actually win the fight.

But if he could, then he could likely claim a Totem Ranked Dungeon in next year’s challenge anyhow. Not that any of them expected him to actually win this fight.

The visiting mages joined the Royal Council in reinforcing the barriers, trapping the two contestants inside.

[Hey, what’s the rule on duels?] Rae asked.

She had never properly seen one done in an arena like this before, and wasn’t entirely clear on whether she got to come out and play.

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