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.

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

silence

problem with that?" Ricky

Sage Level before you got here. That means you

anyway," Ricky answered glibly. "Besides, do you think the senior members of

the three elders will agree because

said Kamari confidently.

weighed heavily in

to cultivate in their ancestral place, the

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

like I can't cultivate in the ancestral land of the Helian Clan, ' he

heard him and suggested, "You can just take their cultivation resources instead. Take as much

loud voice broke the

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

spoke was a short old man dressed in

"Patriarch!"

saw the old man, they greeted him and bowed at the waist

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

Ricky recognized the blue-clad old man, for the people's reaction was a dead giveaway. 'So that is the patriarch of the Helian Clan—Olaf Helian. He is one

Level in the Misty South were few and far

Helian was the top brass of the casting masters of his level. In fact, he was

Clan finally showed his face,"

it's unlikely for them to allow me access to their ancestral land, I'm going to ask for his guarantee

not possible for you to go to their ancestral land and cultivate there," the Dragon Intent Grass

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

once before

the authority of their leader yet. If he did, it would

Olaf Helian that he hated. It was Ricky.