"Lord Nathaniel, Wayne is extrely resistant and demands that the match starts imdiately! What should we do?" a staff mber ca to ask Nathaniel.
Nathaniel furrowed his brow slightly. Delaying the match until the other competitors finished and then letting Wayne battle Charles should be a good thing for Wayne.
After all, Wayne's previous attitude showed that he had a strange confidence about fighting Charles.
"Doesn't want to waste ti, could it be that he used so miracle drug to temporarily boost his strength? Is he afraid the effect will wear off?" Nathaniel's mind was sharp, he had seen too many situations like this.
At that mont, Nathaniel wished he could appear right in front of Wayne and tell him one thing.
Wayne could feel free to use various other ans, it was fine. The concern wasn't about Wayne's strength increasing, but rather that it wouldn't increase enough!
As soone who had fought alongside Charles in Flower Falls Gorge, Nathaniel knew Charles's strength. A level five Beast Master like Wayne would be no match for Charles at all.
The stronger Wayne appears, the more morable Charles will be for defeating him!
After all, people are far more interested in seeing Charles triumph over a strong opponent than a weak one!
"Go tell him that the delay won't be long, and that ti can be saved from the miracle drug testing steps. He will definitely agree!" Nathaniel waved his hand and said casually.
The staff at the stadium imdiately conveyed Nathaniel's words to Wayne.
Wayne's first reaction was one of complete relief, but he quickly realized that this might raise suspicions among others, so he spoke up:
"I just don't want to waste too much of everyone's ti. I was hoping to defeat Charles quickly so that you all could get so rest."
A stiff smile appeared on the staff mber's face, leaving him speechless.
After learning of Nathaniel's arrangent, the battles in all the competition venues beca exceptionally fierce, with almost all competitors abandoning prolonged fights and launching full-scale attacks right from the start.
In just about ten minutes, the other matches had already concluded.
Luma shook his slightly numb arms. His previous opponent was also a level four Beast Master with decent strength, but unfortunately, he was not skilled with weapons and preferred to command mystical beasts for group battles.
Such a Beast Master has a clear weakness: once soone closes the distance, they beco extrely vulnerable.
After finishing his fight, Luma imdiately used his fastest speed, he didn't even wait for the referee to announce the results before running to the side of Charles's match venue.
Luma's situation was not unique, there were two other competitors who excelled in defense, resulting in a stalemate in their battle.
The referee, while observing their fight, was also paying attention to Charles's match venue, where many spectators had gathered.
"Alright, how about we pause for a mont? Neither of you can break through the other's defense. Why not finish watching Charles's match first, and then continue your fight?" the referee said anxiously.
The two Beast Masters exchanged glances, both were defensive and restorative earth-type Beast Masters who couldn't determine a winner in a short ti.
"Sounds good!" they both replied in unison.
As soon as they finished speaking, they turned to look at the referee, but he had already vanished, rushing over to Charles's match venue and trying to squeeze into the crowd.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and run! If you wait any longer, there won't be any space left, and you'll have to watch it on video!" a earth-type Beast Master shouted.
In the midst of countless spectators' gazes, Charles stood there calmly, his tall figure like an ancient mountain, impossible to ignore.
Opposite him was the prepared Wayne.
"Hmph, just a level four Beast Master. The people of Genosha really have never seen the world. There are plenty of eighteen-year-old level four Beast Masters like Charles in the Haunted Marsh, what's so noteworthy about him?" Wayne scoffed.
Only now did he personally experience how popular Charles was in Genosha.
The thought of Charles's commoner status made him feel uneasy all over.
As a noble from the Haunted Marsh Tomos, standing in front of Charles, he couldn't shine at all and was completely overlooked!
"Charles, I'll give you one last chance. If you kneel and apologize, I will forgive you according to noble etiquette!" Wayne shouted loudly.
He felt he had been gracious enough, offering a chance to a commoner who had offended him, a person as elegant and noble as himself.
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Facing Wayne's condescending attitude, Charles did not respond. He simply walked over to the area around the competition venue where weapons could be chosen. Instead of picking a long sword, he picked up a stick over a ter long.
"That's a bit strange, why would Charles choose to use a staff? He's always used a long sword before. Isn't he worried about losing power by switching weapons?"
"What's strange about it? Just because Charles has always used a long sword doesn't an he can't use a staff."
"No, think about it carefully. This is really the first ti Charles has used such a weapon. He wouldn't be trying to go easy on Wayne, would he?"
"Impossible! No way!"
Wayne was also curious about Charles's actions. He slowly walked over and chose a supre spear, then asked:
"What's this? Are you trying to make excuses for yourself? So that if you lose, you can say it's because you used a weapon you aren't good with?"
Wayne thought he had seen through Charles's thoughts and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
Commoners are just commoners, their pathetic self-esteem is simply ridiculous!
Charles still didn't respond. Instead, holding the staff in his hand, he slowly turned around and calmly addressed the audience behind him:
"Have you all heard the barking, incessant and annoying? Hitting those mad wild dogs with a stick feels much better after all, it definitely hurts more."
The air around them seed to freeze for a mont. At first, the audience didn't quite understand,
but Wayne imdiately realized that the wild dogs Charles referred to were him!
"I am a noble! To compare to a wild dog—damn it, commoner, you are finished!"
"I will put away my kindness and pity, so you will rember well that there is an insurmountable chasm between commoners and nobles!"
Anger shattered Wayne's psychological defenses, and he shouted furiously.
Charles still didn't spare him a glance. He simply extended his pinky finger and scratched his ear, as if he was genuinely disturbed by the barking.
Only then did the audience realize the aning behind Charles's earlier actions and words.
"Hahaha, Charles is absolutely right! Look, Wayne is just like a wild dog now!"
"This is the first ti I've seen Charles roast soone like this, it's so satisfying! Truly, he is Charles!"
"Just look at how broken Wayne is and then look at how calm Charles remains. The contrast is hard not to laugh at!"
"Is this what being a noble is? They can't even retort, with just one simple line, Charles has thrown Wayne off balance!"
The piercing laughter echoed in Wayne's ears. He gripped the supre spear tightly, his eyes gradually filling with resentnt, losing any trace of elegance or gentleness.
"Shut up! All of you, be quiet!"
"Where's the referee? Hurry up and announce the start of the match! I will show you just how painful Charles's downfall will be!" Wayne shouted through clenched teeth.
His eyes were bloodshot, no one had ever humiliated him like this before!
Never!
"Commoner! Commoner! Lowly, filthy thing!" Wayne kept repeating in his mind, over and over again. He could no longer endure it.
He had to wash away all the sha with Charles's blood, pain, and cries of agony!
Seeing the venomous expression on Wayne's face only intensified Charles's disgust.
Such people never believe they are in the wrong. The harm and suffering they inflict on others is, to them, completely justified.
If others retaliate with actions or words, they act as if they have suffered a trendous injury.
"So, I have no goodwill toward the vast majority of arrogant nobles. Grace, Zane, and the others are all the sa." Charles mused to himself.
It's this kind of nobility he detests. Luna, Camilla, and Zachary are also nobles, but they are nothing like these people.
"Let's finish this quickly so I can get back to training." Charles thought quietly.
He tightened his grip on the staff in his hand, casually swung it, and prepared for battle.
"Contestants, please pay attention, the match officially begins!" the referee announced at that mont.
Instantly, the entire stadium fell silent, all eyes fixated on the impending fight, filled with anticipation.
"Charles! I will..." Wayne began, summoning his mystical beast, his tone dripping with threat.
Before he could finish his sentence, Charles coolly interjected:
"A wild dog is just a wild dog, barking incessantly, it only learns to shut up after getting hit."
Without hesitation, Charles pushed off the ground with both feet, and the floor of the arena instantly cracked like spider webs, while Charles's body soared into the air.
He swung the staff in his hand, and that ordinary stick, infused with Charles's elental energy, surged forward with trendous force, hurtling towards Wayne!
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