Novel Full Chapter 803: The Last Clan
Chapter 803: The Last Clan
Amir had carefully gone through everything with Raze. With everything set, all Raze had to do was ask the clans if they were willing to accept him as the next leader.
Due to the conditions set by everyone beforehand, they would get all the clans present to vote, all except for one which they hadn’t touched. Regardless, it would have been too many to just ignore. With all the warrior clans accepting, the merchants, the kingdoms, and everyone else in between wouldn’t have been able to do anything.
It should have been simple, so why was Raze doing this now, of all times?
Raze looked down at the ground, at all the people. He could see their unaccepting looks.
It wasn’t the same as when they all looked at Murkel, or how people looked at the Grand Magus in their position, and there had to be a reason why.
The answer was respect. Those who rose to a position or proved their worth had the respect of others, and with respect, there was less chance of people trying to topple you.
However, when people are chosen because of nepotism, or when they believe someone isn’t worthy of their place or would be better for the people, there will always be those trying to topple you.
After all, humans are selfish beings, and they need to see a reason why this will benefit them. “I have someone who will challenge you!” a merchant said, raising his hand.
The merchant was dressed in fine, soft silk, an array of different colors. By his side, he had a small squad of guards, all wearing specially crafted armor.
Armor designed to be light while offering the most protection.
“They are Wanderer warriors, but they have also always been my guards,” the merchant said. “I have sent them to do business in the Demonic Faction and Light Faction, and these Wanderers have stopped all sorts from attacking them.”
“As a merchant, I have heard of your amazing products. My request is that during this fight, you not use any of the Dark Magus materials.”
“After all, whatever can be made can be replicated, so if you used such items to best Murkel, then at some point there will be those who can match the same strength you produce. And then what?”
Raze agreed and jumped down from his position onto the courtyard. He pulled out the ghost blade from his side as well.
The warriors and those naturally watching decided to step off to the side, giving a natural area for them to fight.
The merchant then selected one of his guards, a middle-aged man with a glaive, who walked out and spun it in the air before hitting the ground and cracking the floor beneath.
The clans watching were quite impressed by what they could see. The Qi emitting from the glaive was clearly that of a middle-stage warrior.
The two of them were now around five meters away from each other.
“Brace yourself,” Raze said.
“What?” the warrior said with a confused look. It was then that he saw Raze striking from below, swinging his sword from the ground upward, even though the two of them weren’t close to each other.
Before the man knew it, he suddenly saw everyone below him growing smaller. His feet had been lifted off the ground, and he was in the air.
“I’m flying…” the man said.
Raze then appeared right in front of him and swung his sword down, hitting the glaive. The man shot to the floor, crashing and breaking the floor beneath, sending out a shockwave of dust to the others.
Raze then slowly landed on the ground and placed his sword away as the fight was clearly
over.
The crowd watching was stunned into silence, and even the Crimson Crane members were quite surprised.
“Hey, that guy was a middle-stage warrior, right? And he managed to beat him so quickly?” Kizer asked.
“Yeah, it makes no sense. I know Raze went up against Murkel, but even in his attack, he had used all the Descending Steps,” Froma said. “On top of that, he used techniques. Here, he just swung his sword around.”
What the others were more surprised about was how Raze had managed to chuck his opponent into the air without his sword even touching the other person.
“Did you see that?”
“Yeah, he swung his sword, and then the guy was lifted into the air. I could see the current, or was it visual Qi? I’m not really sure.”
Something had happened to Raze’s body in the fight-he could feel it-a change that had occurred from when he woke up.
And he could feel it slightly when he was in Alterian as well. The fact that magic wasn’t leaking out from him as much meant he was no longer a stage 7 warrior, but through the fight, he was now a stage 8 warrior.
Still not at the same level as Murkel or Belil, but they were even high-stage nine warriors. Now, his Qi stage was more comparable to Alba’s.
In the fight just now as well, Raze truly didn’t hold back, as he had also used magic during his
fight.
“Is there anyone else who wishes to test my skill or doesn’t agree with me having this position?” Raze asked.
After seeing how easily he had beaten a middle-stage warrior, there were quite a few who were now more accepting.
“What a load of crap!” another person said, walking forward. This man looked more like a knight, with his body filled with silver armor.
He wasn’t a Pagna warrior but someone from one of the kingdoms.
“Obviously, you and the merchant set up this whole thing so you could look really good. How could someone fall so easily?” the knight said as he continued to walk toward Raze, and just when he was close enough…
Raze threw his fist right into the knight’s stomach, breaking through the iron armor. The impact caused spit and vomit to fall out of his mouth.
Raze moved his hand, and the knight fell to the floor right there and then.
“Is there anyone else who thinks this is fake?” Raze asked.
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