Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 688

Chapter 688: Legend’s Sudden Arrival
“And I…challenge you! Harry Copperfield of Valenzia!” A man exclaimed with fiery enthusiasm on the fourth round of challenges.

Upon hearing this, Harry smirked as he turned his head to the source of the voice.

“Heh, exactly my thoughts.” Harry confidently replied. “I shall earn Valenzia’s fourth win.”

The heated exchange between the two young men was a heated clash of words, sure to ignite the competitive spirit in any ambitious youth.

However, for some reason, everyone in the venue was left dumbfounded by what they heard, while Shye and a few others from Valenzia couldn’t help but twitch their mouths in disbelief.

*PAH*

The loud sound of a palm hitting the back of someone’s head then echoed across the grand halls.

“David! What the f*ck are you saying?!” Kiin said with shaking hands, slightly blushing in embarrassment.

Mages were supposed to be smart, but somehow, these two kept on doing stupid things.

Just two days ago, they fought their 466th duel, with an even win-loss record of 233 wins and 233 losses.

Now, they had somehow decided—yet again, for the hundredth time—to “settle things once and for all” and determine who was the superior mage, at a highly important inter-regional event, no less.

At that moment, Belford felt the world spin.

It was hard to believe that two of the seven representatives of the Valenzia championship team could be such fools— and they were mages, for goodness’ sake!

“Ahahahaha! These dumb bastards,” Ian burst out with a hearty laugh. “Go ahead, Harry, secure Valenzia’s fourth win and first loss all at once! Hahaha!”

Soon enough, Siegfried and Seira also couldn’t help themselves.

“Nyahahaha! Little bro Harry and David sure are fired up! I’m all for it! Go ahead and settle things once and for all—just like you said two weeks ago!”

“Hahahaha! I’d love to see which one of you comes out on top under this kind of high-pressure situation…”

Even Shye couldn’t help but slightly rub his forehead in frustration.

If things had gotten to this point, even he couldn’t stop the idiots. He needed Belford to step in.

Luckily, before the old man exploded, the skilled Moderator Scarlet managed to take control of the situation.

“S-Sir David, fighting amongst yourselves is against the rules. Could you please select an opponent from a different region?”

David didn’t want to. He was in the mood to fight Harry today, already envisioning his victory.

Luckily, before he got to choose, an old voice suddenly sounded from the grand hall’s entrance.

“Haha, why not? Can we make an exception this time, Lord Hale? These two are quite entertaining. I propose a special rule for them: a win is a win, a loss is a loss, and if it somehow ends in a draw, we still give the Valenzians one win and one loss. What do you all think?”

The old man’s suggestion was pretty reasonable.

If the two young Valenzians were so eager to face off, why not let them? They’d earn both a win and a loss either way.

This arrangement would only benefit the other regions, so no one raised any objections.

After all, no one knew just how skilled these two really were, and their guaranteed record of one win and one loss could easily turn into two wins if they chose to challenge someone from the ninth-ranked Krebori or the eighth-ranked Raumann Region.

“Oh? Lord Dweezel, welcome to the Heroes’ Banquet,” Director Hale Eversong greeted politely, clearly pleased that Dweezel Hawkins—the greatest hero of all—found time to attend. “I’m both glad and grateful that you could spare some time for the event.”

“Hahaha, my apologies, Lord Hale,” Dweezel responded as he made his way to their designated empty table, followed by four respectable-looking lackeys. “You know I seldom have any free time, so it was truly fortunate that I managed to find some today.”

Meanwhile, everyone was left speechless, including Shye and the other heroes.

Even those from Yon Augenn stood in awe, captivated by their idol with a look of admiration.

Naturally, one of the Valenzians cast a strange look at Dweezel, seemingly eager for the man’s approval.

Shye anticipated that the rat would react oddly to the arrival of the old hero, so he quickly scanned the expressions of his youth companions.

Unfortunately, he was just a moment too late.

The rat had already regained his composure a second earlier, showing no signs of having any connection to Dweezel.

‘Tch…’ Shye inwardly clicked his tongue in annoyance.

With no other option, he redirected his focus to the legendary hero, carefully observing his appearance and imprinting the old man’s wicked face in his memory.

Unlike Sanada, Dweezel had managed to keep his short hair, though it no longer held a hint of gold and had instead turned white.

His aged body still showed traces of the toughness it once had, and his eyes were as gentle as could be.

However, to Shye, they appeared nothing short of conniving.

Imagine being able to sleep soundly at night while knowing you’ve set the world on a path to destruction…

‘What a despicable old man…’ he thought to himself, masking his true feelings with a facade of admiration. ‘Why are you so desperate for immortality? Can’t you just accept that all humans must eventually face death from old age?’

The old bastard was the reason why he had to work himself to death apart from his family, and it was only natural for him to harbor some hatred in his heart.

After inwardly reprimanding Dweezel, the old man momentarily turned his head towards him, smiling gently as though he was looking lovingly at his own grandson.

“Aihh… I knew my late arrival would disrupt the enjoyable sparring matches, and I apologize for that,” the old hero said humbly, bowing to the youngsters without hesitation.

“Since I’ve already caused a delay, please forgive me for holding things up a little longer.”

Dweezel paused his speech, openly gazing at Shye this time.

“Hello, Shye Crowley of the Black Dawn, I presume?”