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 winner and that was the last thing they wanted. After all, they

silence settled

You got a problem with that?" Ricky

before you got here. That means you can't make a sacred weapon yet," replied Kamari fiercely.

over anyway," Ricky answered glibly. "Besides, do you

afraid to compete with me again? I'm certain that the three elders will agree because the champion can enter our ancestral

said Kamari confidently.

weighed heavily in

to cultivate

Clan would never allow an outsider to enter their ancestral land,

in the ancestral land of the Helian

cultivation resources instead. Take as much as you can since your zones

moment, a loud voice broke

suit yourself. If we accept his request, not only the Helian

old man dressed in a blue robe.

"Patriarch!"

the Short Human tribe saw the old man, they greeted him and bowed at the waist to show their

masters of Sage Level and the saints inclined their heads to show their respect to the elder.

reaction was a dead giveaway. 'So that is the patriarch of the Helian Clan—Olaf Helian. He is one of the few casting masters of Demi-divine Level in the Misty South, ' Ricky mused in amazement, his eyes trained steadily on

masters of Demi-divine Level in the Misty South were

the casting masters of his level. In fact, he was even considered

Helian Clan finally showed his face,"

to him," Ricky deliberated. "Since it's unlikely for them to allow me access to their ancestral land, I'm

not possible for you

to Kamari with an impassive expression and ordered, "Kamari, leave

before he reluctantly took his leave.

took to challenge the authority of their leader yet. If he did, it would cost him everything

Helian that he hated.