Erasmus Douglas, seated on the east side of the arena in the Douglas family’s reserved area, couldn’t help but show a hint of delight on his face. If they could truly bring Silent Mirage Duke into the Douglas family as a son-in-law, it would be a great thing.
Next to him, Vivian Douglas also had a glint of excitement in her eyes. As one of the Eight Martial Prodigies, the young master of Silent Mirage Sect, Silent Mirage Duke was not only handsome and outstanding but had already reached the Emperor Realm at a young age-truly a prince charming in the eyes of countless young girls.
Vivian Douglas was no exception; she had heard of Silent Mirage Duke’s reputation but had never had the chance to meet him. She was pleasantly surprised that he had come for her. If she could become a couple with someone like Silent Mirage Duke, her life would be without regrets.
“You’re not my match, surrender!” Brooke Nunez, at this moment, looked at the young man who had challenged him earlier.
“I came today specifically to spar with fellow martial artists. Now, I have the opportunity to compete with one of the Eight Martial Prodigies, Silent Mirage Duke. It’s a rare encounter!” replied Rowan Wheatly, a young man.
“Very well, then make your move!” Brooke Nunez didn’t waste more words with Rowan Wheatly.
“Good!” Rowan Wheatly responded and exerted his full strength, rushing forward.
Fully aware of the gap between them, a difference of more than one realm, Rowan Wheatly had no intention of underestimating his opponent. As soon as he moved, he unleashed over ten powerful punches towards Brooke Nunez.
However, such a gap in realms couldn’t be compensated for with just courage.
Bang!
Midway through his charge, Rowan Wheatly was casually swept away by a palm from Brooke Nunez. He crashed onto the arena, somersaulting several times before landing heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“Indeed, you’re very strong!” Rowan Wheatly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, said in a low voice, “Let’s go again!”
Without any suspense, the scene repeated itself four or five times. Rowan Wheatly was now covered in injuries, but he still seemed determined not to admit defeat.
“If you don’t surrender, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Brooke Nunez, with a slight frown, warned as he looked at Rowan Wheatly.
“Come again!” Rowan Wheatly, spitting out another mouthful of blood, charged forward once more.
“You really don’t know the severity of the situation!” A stern look flashed in Brooke Nunez’s eyes. He took two quick steps forward, and a more ferocious palm wind roared out.
It was evident that he was now using his full strength. If struck by this palm, Rowan Wheatly would either die or be seriously injured.
Boom!
Just as Brooke Nunez’s palm wind was about to crash into Rowan Wheatly, a powerful gust of wind swept up from below the arena, intercepting his attack.
The ensuing shockwave sent Rowan Wheatly tumbling off the platform, lying on the ground in pain, gritting his teeth.
“Huh?” Brooke Nunez didn’t expect someone to intervene and block his attack. He turned his head to see Stout, the chubby figure, standing below.
“Is it you?” As he glanced at Stout in the audience, he asked.
“Elder Douglas has already emphasized before the start of the duel, no one is allowed to interfere. Did you not hear or deliberately violate the rules?”
After replying, Stout walked over to Rowan Wheatly.
“Your bones do seem quite sturdy! But, even if you’re into training, there’s no need to risk your life like that!”
“Thanks!” Rowan Wheatly struggled to get up from the ground.
“Take this pill, it’ll help with your injuries!” Stout pulled out a healing pill from his pocket and handed it to him.
“Thanks!” Rowan Wheatly took the pill without any hesitation and tossed it into his mouth.
“Aren’t you afraid it might be poison?” Stout added.
“I’ve heard people say that generally, chubby guys aren’t too scheming.” Rowan Wheatly grinned again after taking the pill.
“Haha, I love hearing that!” Stout laughed. “Let’s go, someone wants to see you!”
“Who?” Rowan Wheatly was slightly puzzled.
“You’ll find out when you get there!” Stout said, leading Rowan towards Billy’s seat.
“Hold on!” Just then, a voice came from the Douglas family’s seating area, followed by another elder from the Douglas family walking over.
“Is there a problem?” Stout turned to look.
“Before the arena started, the Grand Elder emphasized that no one should interfere with the duels on the stage. Did you not hear, or did you intentionally break the rules?” The Douglas family elder spoke calmly.
“What about his murderous intent earlier? How do you explain that?” Stout pointed to Brooke Nunez on the stage.
“Nonsense!” The Douglas family elder snorted. “I didn’t feel any murderous intent from Silent Mirage Duke.”
“Oh?” Stout squinted his eyes. “Are you planning to cover up for him?”
“Nonsense!” The Douglas family elder’s tone grew colder. “You violated the rules first. If you want to redeem yourself, cripple your own hand that made the move, and we can consider the matter closed.”
“Tsk tsk, you’re really reaching for the heavens!” Stout shook his head. “How about this, let’s have a match on the stage? If you win, I’ll give you both my hands and feet. How about it?”
“You’re asking for death!” The Douglas family elder’s eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand, preparing to attack Stout.
“Hold on!” At this moment, Brooke Nunez spoke up. “Let’s settle everything after the arena matches are over, alright?”
“Fine!” The Douglas family elder nodded in response. Representing the Douglas family, he had come forward to give Brooke Nunez face. Now that Brooke Nunez suggested waiting, he had no objections. After saying this, he glanced at Stout once again, then turned and walked back to his seat.
Stout led Rowan Wheatly back to Billy’s side.
“Is it you I’m supposed to meet? Who are you?” Rowan Wheatly looked at Billy, sizing him up.
Before he could finish speaking, Stout slapped the back of Rowan Wheatly’s head.
“Why did you hit me?” Rowan Wheatly scratched his head.
“Call him Commander!” Stout glared at him.
“Commander?” Rowan Wheatly was slightly puzzled. “What Commander?”
“Alright, sit down for now. We’ll talk later!” Billy pointed to an empty seat nearby.
“Thanks!” Rowan Wheatly sat down casually.
Stout opened his mouth as if to say something more, but after a moment’s thought, he decided against it.
The arena continued, but at this point, no one was willing to step onto the stage again. Faced with a powerhouse like Silent Mirage Duke, challenging him would be seeking trouble, and risking one’s life. Therefore, one by one, they chose to forfeit.
“Since no one else is stepping up to challenge Silent Mirage Duke, I officially declare Silent Mirage Duke as the winner of today’s arena matches!” The elder of the Douglas family confidently walked onto the stage.