Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Everyone had fallen completely silent; even the underlings on the ground had stopped howling. They were all looking up at Mag with a hint of horror in their eyes. Around these parts, no one dared to speak like that to Warrick.

  However, this man had just defeated them with a single kick. Could it be that he truly possessed the power to oppose Warrick?

  He was challenging Warrick to a duel while wielding a tree branch; what arrogance!

  Warrick was a powerful 2nd-tier knight who could easily bring them down with a single finger.

  “Father is so cool!” Amy’s eyes were glowing as she stared at Mag. She held a ball of fire in one hand and a ball of icy flames in the other, and she was prepared to toss them at any moment.

  “Shut up!” Warrick glared at Amy before turning to Mag with a thunderous expression. He had always been the one looking down on others, so Mag’s high and mighty attitude made him furious. He said coldly, “You’re very arrogant.”


  “Father, he yelled at me……” Amy pouted at Mag with a pitiable expression. The two balls of fire in her hands gradually rose into the air.

  “Don’t worry, Father will make him pay the price for yelling at you.” Mag offered gentle words of consolation. If Amy launched those fireballs, Warrick probably wouldn’t even be able to last a second.

  However, he didn’t want that to happen. He wanted to protect Amy with his own power.

  Mag turned to Warrick, and sneered, “Do you not even have the courage to challenge me?”


  “A duel between knights is always a battle to the death.” A cruel smile appeared on Warrick’s face.

  “So that’s why you’re scared.” Mag nodded calmly as if he were stating an objective fact.

  “You’re asking to be killed, bastard!” Warrick gritted his teeth, and raised his sword to point at Mag as he said, “I, Warrick, challenge you to a duel! Do you dare to accept?”


  “A knight issuing a challenge? That’s never happened around these parts!”


  “Is that young man going to be able to beat Warrick? Warrick’s a powerful 2nd-tier knight……”


  “Boss will definitely win! He’s the most powerful person I’ve ever seen!”


  Everyone was cheering on one of the two sides as they looked on with nervous expressions. Never would they have thought that a regular debt-collecting trip would escalate into a duel.

  Duels weren’t prohibited in Chaos City, and as long as the duel was consensual on both sides, the Gray Temple and the city lord’s castle wouldn’t press any charges even if one party were killed.

  It appeared that this battle was also only going to be decided after one party died.

  However, was Mag going to accept the challenge?

  Everyone turned to him to gauge his response.

  Even though he had just sent five people flying with a single kick, he was holding a flimsy little branch, and wore a set of loose gray robes. In comparison, Warrick wielded a sharp longsword, and wore a set of golden knight robes that were far more suited for battle. It simply appeared to be a complete mismatch.

  How was Mag going to battle with a tree branch?

  That was the biggest question in everyone’s minds. At the same time, they were sure that Mag would decline the duel. At the very least, he had to go home and grab a good weapon first.

  “I accept your duel.” Mag nodded with a smile as he looked at Warrick, and said, “You’re right, this will be a battle to the death.”


  “I was going to let you go home and get another weapon, but I’ve changed my mind.” Warrick glared at Mag with a cold expression. He raised his sword, and charged toward Mag as he roared, “Seeing as you’ve accepted my challenge, you can die now!”


  He was already very fast, but he was still accelerating, and his power as a 2nd-tier knight was on full display. He gripped his sharp longsword with both hands, and fierce killing intent burned in his eyes.

  Warrick wanted to kill Mag, and he was going to do it with one sword strike.

  Mag’s arrival had already severely threatened his reign over this area. He had to maintain a paramount invincible image in the hearts of his underlings as well as all of the black rats. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to push them around as he pleased in the future.

  As such, Mag had to die, and he had to die in a manner that struck horror into everyone’s hearts!

  Jessica, who was held tightly in Rebecca’s arms, clenched her little fists with a nervous expression.

  Rebecca had already closed her eyes as she didn’t dare to watch. She really regretted allowing Mag to be swept up in all of this. Jessica had already lost her father, while Amy had lost her mother. If she were to lose her father as well, that would be far too cruel.

  All of the onlookers’ eyes widened with indignation, but also a hint of…… anticipation.

  They were already accustomed to being bullied and having their dignity stomped on to the extent that they felt like it was the normal way of life.

  Mag’s arrival had given them hope, but also a hint of discomfort. It was as if he had exposed them to their truly being the black rats that they were constantly denounced as.

  As such, if Mag were to die, then everything would return to normal. They could continue to sprawl onto the ground, gasping for breath and fighting for their survival.

  The lackeys all stared at Warrick with wide eyes that were filled with anticipation while the latter rushed toward Mag with sword in hand.

  He was aiming to kill.

  In their hearts, Warrick was the epitome of invincibility!

  That guy was still rooted to the spot with a tree branch in his hand, and he appeared to have been paralyzed with fear; how could he possibly be a match for Warrick?

  Also, how was he supposed to kill anyone with a tree branch?

  That was an absolute joke!

  Mag held his tree branch in one hand, and stood completely immobile. He looked at the oncoming Warrick, and his eyes narrowed as an expression of rapt focus appeared on his face.

  At his current power level, it was indeed a little arrogant of him to accept a challenge from a 2nd-tier knight. Furthermore, revealing his power in public was not wise.

  However, some things simply had to be done as a man.

  For example, dueling, or for another example, killing.

  “How are you going to kill anyone with that little branch? Make sure to buy a good sword in your next life!” Warrick reached Mag in the blink of an eye, and he cackled in a sinister manner, revealing a couple of black front teeth. He raised his longsword high above his head, and brought it down viciously upon Mag.

  However, before the longsword had even begun its descent, the smile on Warrick’s face had already stiffened. He looked down with incredulity, only to find that the flimsy tree branch had pierced through his knight badge, protruding out from his back.

  “Who told you tree branches can’t kill people? Only weaklings make excuses like that.” Mag shook his head, and scoffed, “You’re not worthy to be a knight, and you don’t deserve that knight badge. Remember this: the man who killed you is Mag Alex, a true knight.”