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’Seriously? Don’t these people have other things to do?’
Hex almost facepald when he heard the person’s purpose of visit. Even an idiot could guess they were here to create so trouble. He didn’t know whether they were sent under orders of their families or did they co on their own.
’They saw a bunch of won and girls with unassuming backgrounds and negligible power and ca to release so stress?’
Their strength reflected their background. All these youngsters were at the Refined Knight Stage. Aside from a few geniuses, only those with an abundance of resources could achieve sothing like this. And none of these idiots seed like a genius.
"Could we keep things civil...my Lords? Hex asked, trying to sound like he was requesting it politely.
"Did you hear that guys? This tramp is talking about being civil," the person at the front snickered.
’Idiots indeed,’ Hex concluded inwardly. He could tell things would not remain peaceful.
"I don’t think I need to remind you highborns that this is the place of the Council. Violence in here wouldn’t be wise." He still tried.
"You are right," another of the haughty brats said, giving Hex hope. "We can’t have violence in here. How about a spar in the combat room?"
"Combat room? In here?" Hex asked, genuinely confused. What use did a combat room have inside a building housing the mbers of a Council? Or did the Wrixian Council decide the fate of the nation based on sparring sessions.
"Truly a frog in a well," a girl amidst the group sneered. "The Council has combat rooms on each floor. When things get heated up or when we have visitors, they serve as an excellent place to let so steam off or get so entertainnt. Council work, even for us non-Elders, can be boring most of the ti."
Hex’s hope disappeared. After a glance at dina, who nodded almost without moving her head, he stood up and approached the group. He didn’t reel in the power his body radiated.
The group frowned when they sensed his strength. Although there were many ways to retain a youthful appearance, these youngsters still beca wary. Hex looked about their age. And he was at their strength level.
They knew he wasn’t from one of the most prominent families. So, the only two explanations that remained were that the young man in front of them was a genius or lucky. Or both. And neither kind could be taken lightly.
"Let’s have a bout. But let’s keep this between us. No need to involve the Elders, who are already dealing with Miss Elize, or these regular folk, right?" Hex asked with a smile. He could tell these people hadn’t thought through when coming over. His age and strength forced them to take him seriously. He even made sure to throw Elize’s na in the mix. It worked wonders. They all looked a bit nervous.
’The human brain is amazing. It conjures possibilities and risks without limit. If I threatened them with Elize’s na or tried to spin a tale about my relationship they would most likely be agitated or retaliate. Right now, my relationship with Elize, the extent of my powers, and the truth of my background are shrouded in mystery. And they are unable to decide how to deal with that.’
Hex had learnt to play ntal gas to compensate for his weaknesses. This, in order to survive. Contrary to him, these brats had lived and grown in controlled and secure environnts. Their biggest threat was offending soone who shouldn’t be offended.
The group agreed after a brief mont of hesitation.
...
"You can choose your opponent."
Standing in the middle of the combat room, the group offered Hex the choice. They were trying to appear magnanimous, probably to use as an excuse if things went south.
’I can take them all at once but that will draw more attention to than I want at the mont. But at the sa ti I am not sure how much Elize has learnt about and how much she will tell the Elders.’
Hex pondered his choice. His hesitation regarding choice of action boosted the confidence of the group. They, self-absorbed as they were, believed that they had intimidated Hex already. In their eyes, soone who couldn’t decide his opponent or even cared about the choice of opponent, wasn’t a worthy foe.
"Don’t worry. We are all similar in strength."
"Yes. And we know our limit."
"Exactly. We won’t give you any great injury."
"We are in Wrixia. Healers can be found in every nook and cranny, not to ntion our families can provide the better ones among them to you."
The group sniggered and tried to egg Hex on.
"You guys are right," Hex said to the delight of the group. No matter what the background or relationship of his was, once he agreed, the others couldn’t be blad for the outco. A battle, friendly or not, could always spin out of control in the heat of the mont.
"A few injuries won’t matter." Hex continued.
"Indeed. We–"
Before the person could finish, he was slamd into the ground. A huge pathom of a bear stood before him.
"What are you doin–"
The sudden attack rendered the group speechless. The first one to regain his bearing tried to protest. But he froze mid sentence, encased in an ice block.
"Please spare ."
The young woman who had spoken each ti, tried to retreat but stumbled and fell. Her dress fell apart, revealing a lot of fair skin. Instead of hurrying to cover herself, she clasped her hands, pressing her voluminous breasts forward, and pleaded.
It wasn’t a bad sight. Hex had to give it to her. Her beauty could be fatal. Sadly, for her, he had seen beauties that surpassed hers by leaps and bounds.
Blink Step.
He appeared behind her and before she could react, he hit her nape, knocking her unconscious.
In less than a minute he had knocked them out and wrapped them in ice.
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