Lynn didn’t care about the reactions of those present.
Though the saying "Ignorance is no excuse" doesn’t always apply, in the Miracle World without players, their understanding of peak power is indeed at this level, so it’s not surprising they don’t believe.
Rather than worrying about others’ opinions, it’s better to use facts to silence them.
Lynn holds the title of Human Race Saint Emperor. The emperor’s power is based on strength, but being called a saint tests one’s humanity and character.
Lynn passed these tests; otherwise, he couldn’t have achieved the unique exclusive title and the Saint Emperor’s Sword, the exclusive Divine Artifact of the Miracle World.
Of course, it’s just a ga, so the requirents for being a "saint" don’t really need to et the standards of a true saint; just being righteous and kind-hearted is enough.
"I can give you so ti to prepare thoroughly. Once you’re ready, we can start the duel anyti."
Honestly, Lynn personally dueling with a re level 500 opponent is a bit bullying, but if he doesn’t give Lajian Wilson enough punishnt for his previous provocations, should his cris be easily forgiven?
"In a face-to-face battle, I’m not a weakling. If you lose because of underestimating , you can’t bla ."
Lajian Wilson didn’t take Lynn’s self-reported level seriously either. Though he lost a bit earlier, it was due to a sneak attack. Considering their similar age, if Lynn had a level of 600, it would be considered astonishing. As for over 900 levels, that’s just amusing to hear.
However, despite his tough words, Lajian Wilson actually took his opponent quite seriously in action.
It was supposed to be just a private duel between nobles, but with the ample preparation ti Lynn provided, Lajian ard himself with Wilson Clan’s strongest set of equipnt.
His equipnt set included nothing less than level 500 Purple Equipnt, ranking fourth among the seven tiers of Gold, Red, Orange, Purple, Blue, Green, and White equipnt. Of course, his set mainly consisted of Purple Equipnt, with only two Orange items: his sword and armor. As for any Golden Divine Artifacts or Red Sacred Artifacts, he had none.
Even for players who can repeatedly defeat bosses, not everyone has Divine Armor or Sacred Artifacts. For a native Saint Tier strongman to gather a set of Purple Equipnt matched with large Orange gear is already quite impressive.
At least Lynn wouldn’t consider Lajian Wilson’s equipnt weak; he just found the opponent quite inept.
"I’m ready. Equip yourself and follow ."
After Lajian Wilson finished equipping, he exchanged a glance with soone nearby and called Lynn to prepare for battle.
The destructive nature of clashes between Saint Tier strongn ant it was impractical to fight in the banquet hall. Duke Wilson’s Mansion had a designated martial arts arena and a stage best suited for duels.
"I’m ready too. We don’t need to change places; a battle lasting one or two seconds doesn’t warrant spending ten minutes on preparation."
Saying this, Lynn casually picked up a dining knife from the nearby table. Though it was quite sophisticated for dining, compared to even level 10 White Equipnt, it seed inadequate as a weapon.
Lajian Wilson solemnly equipped himself, while Lynn, wearing a tuxedo and holding a dining knife, showed differing levels of concern for the battle. It was hard to tell if Lajian was overly cautious or if Lynn was too carefree.
"If you aim to humiliate and anger in this manner, I must say, you’ve succeeded!"
Seeing Lynn’s behavior, the self-styled prodigy Lajian Wilson couldn’t help but fu with anger. However, his opponent’s underestimation was fitting; let him taste the bitterness of downfall due to arrogance!
"Let’s settle it right here! Begin!"
Upon Lynn’s insistence on not changing the venue, the spectators intuitively cleared out an empty area for them.
While a spectacle is entertaining, Saint Tier battles are serious business. Unplanned exposure to the aftermath could leave one feeling the consequences.
As Lajian Wilson’s words "begin" fell, he launched a charge at Lynn. In a match between sa-tier strongn, obtaining the initiative is crucial; a single misstep could lead to continual suppression and disadvantage.
Lajian Wilson’s charge was imposing, and the pressure from the newly ascended Saint Tier strongman astonished all present, making everyone forget his earlier embarrassnt.
It seed it wasn’t that Vivian’s boyfriend was too powerful, but rather Lajian Wilson was careless. Once serious, he remained the genius martial artist, Lajian Wilson!
However, as the battle comnced and Lajian’s charge began, Lynn, facing the opponent’s fierce assault, lazily swung one hand behind his back. Before anyone could see his other hand’s movent, he calmly uttered two words.
"It’s over."
Before the word "over" finished falling, Lynn’s slack voice lingered in the air. Charging swiftly at the opponent, Lajian Wilson suddenly felt a flash of cold light before his legs buckled beneath him. He then sensed a chill above his head.
The helt was shattered, and the coolness on his scalp ca from a large lock of hair scraped close to the skin.
Had the dining knife gone slightly lower, the consequences would have been much graver...
"If you’re poor in skill, just practice more; don’t rely on underhanded tricks."
Lynn casually discarded the dining knife that cut through the Orange equipnt parts, and gently patted Lajian Wilson kneeling on the ground, speaking with heartfelt advice.
He’s not the type to retaliate against entire families for a minor attack, nor a Holy Mother to easily forgive obvious enemies.
That pat just now had shattered Lajian’s energy channels, making any future growth or strengthening impossible. Even avoiding an imdiate drop to level one would be quite fortunate.
Players know that experience points are fundantal for growth, but for native NPCs, the energy channel storing Fighting Spirit and Magic Elents is critical. Damage to these channels results in a drastic decline in strength, while complete shattering...
It ans hoping for a short, simpler life as a common person.
"You... What did you do to !?"
The sha of his swift defeat hadn’t even registered before Lajian Wilson, feeling his Fighting Spirit rapidly draining away, shouted in terror.
"Nothing much, just a small punishnt so you won’t suffer from further training."
This ti, Lynn rely patted his other shoulder comfortingly.
From a prodigy to soone below even a simple peasant, Lajian’s severed foundation guarantees inevitable frailty and early death, leaving him with scarce ti to experience a new life.
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