The legendary warrior

"From now on, there is a new number one casting genius in the Misty South!"

The words stabbed into Kamari's heart like a sharp dagger.

Perhaps, everyone could see that Ricky was still inferior to Kamari even if he was now a casting master of Sage Level as well. He only triumphed over Kamari thanks to his other trump cards.

But it didn't matter what trump cards he used. In the end, Ricky won the victory fair and square, and nothing could change it.

Besides, no one else had any complaints about Ricky's victory except for the Helian Clann and some other forces attached to the Helian Clan. Almost all the warriors rejoiced when Ricky won, so it was obvious that they fully accepted Ricky's victory.

Only the results mattered to them, and they had no problem with Ricky using other trump cards. It was, after all, what they also wanted—someone to humble the arrogant Helian Clan.

"I refuse to accept this result! You are no better than me in casting. Therefore, I demand another competition with you. Let's cast weapons," Kamari roared ferociously, ignoring the crowd that erupted into chaotic shouts and arguments.

The glare he sent Ricky burned with hatred. If looks could kill, Ricky would have died twice over.

"Kid, this is bad! You might lose to him if he insists on competing with you in making sacred weapons," the Dragon Intent Grass remarked with alarm.

"I know. Although I'm a casting master of Sage Level, I can't make a sacred weapon. There's no way I can win. I don't even know how to cast one, as I just recently advanced to this level.

But don't worry. The Helian Clan won't allow him to compete with me again for fear of being made a laughingstock anew.

Also, a sacred weapon is vastly different from a demi-spiritual sacred weapon, and even the lowest grade sacred weapon is considered precious. We will waste too much time and casting materials.

If I'm not mistaken, even a casting genius like Kamari would need at least two months to make a sacred weapon.

And I don't think he can manage to make one," Ricky responded.

Hearing Kamari's words, the surrounding warriors turned their expectant gazes to the three elders of the Helian Clan who looked incredibly troubled.

They were caught between a rock and a hard place!

Ricky's guess was accurate, in that, they couldn't let Kamari compete with him again.

the last thing they wanted. After all, they already announced that the champion would have access to their ancestral land. How could they let an

silence

You got a problem with that?" Ricky mocked Kamari

master of Sage Level before you got here. That means you can't make a sacred weapon yet," replied Kamari

Ricky answered glibly. "Besides, do

with me again? I'm certain that the three elders will agree because the champion can enter our ancestral land for cultivation as a reward. Do

said Kamari confidently.

words weighed heavily in

is right. Since the public knows that the winner will be allowed to cultivate in their ancestral place, the elders are likely to

outsider to

ancestral land of the Helian Clan, ' he also thought as he

just take their cultivation resources instead. Take

a loud voice broke the

If we accept his request, not only the Helian Clan but also

spoke was a short old man dressed in a blue

"Patriarch!"

members of the Short Human tribe saw the old man, they greeted him and

Level and the saints inclined their heads to show

of the Helian Clan—Olaf Helian. He is one of the few casting masters of

of Demi-divine Level in the Misty South were few

level. In fact,

leader of the Helian Clan finally showed his face,"

access to

you to go to their ancestral land

Helian landed on the cloud, he turned to Kamari with an impassive expression and ordered, "Kamari, leave

before

he was an outstanding casting genius, he didn't have what it took to challenge the authority of their leader yet. If he did, it would

that he hated. It