God's Eyes

Merl Arths, the middle-aged man felt as if he was missing out on something important. 

This made him think about what had happened for a few seconds before he cleared his throat.

Everyone quieted down at that moment, intently listening.

"It is only obvious that we should exchange the body refinement manuals with something valuable! But, I think this discussion should be held with the person who translated the neutral body refinement manual, right?"

Jason almost flinched and he could barely contain himself as he noticed that Merl's eyes brushed past him.

A glint of interest could be seen within them and Jason understood that his hand sign had been too obvious.

Nevertheless, the middle-aged man didn't point him out which caused Jason to sigh inwardly.

He was relieved, and it was Fasro who had to act accordingly.

"I don't think that the person who translated the body refinement manual will have a problem meeting you. At least if nobody else is present. This person wants to remain anonymous after all!"

When he heard this, Merl just nodded his head knowingly.

'The Ariyor has no idea what the youth wants, but at least he protects him. Not bad! But why is he doing that?'

There should be a proper reason for the representative of the Ariyor race to act like that, and Merl had just noticed that he was staring at Fasro for a few seconds.

Shaking his head, he said

"Alright, just tell me when and I'll tell you where!" 

After that, Merl Arths returned the attention back to the main topic that was about distributing their army's force!

Unfortunately, there were more problems than initially expected. In the beginning, everything worked perfectly fine, only to become chaotic once the talk about the common foreign races that were suppressed began.

Nobody wanted to face them, and those big clans and ancient sects that were assigned to fight them were visibly enraged.

"Do you want to eradicate us?"

"Is your final plan to kill all of us? How should even a single member of my clan survive with this suicidal plan???"

"Mr Arths, I think this plan is too biased and does not include what happens once the war is over!

Everything should return to the good old system! From the looks of it, most of the big clans that have to face other suppressed and weakened big clans have connections with you! This could be meaningless, but from what I can perceive, the aftermath of the Great Argos war will eradicate many of those big clans and sects you've labeled a nuisance for a long time. 

For example, how should two clans, with one of them being MY clan, be able to take care of the Ifrytor race?? We've been weakened and there are more than 250,000 Ifrytor and Ifry which my clan would have to face. Don't tell me that you think my clan will be strong enough to face them just because we have a water and earth affinity!!"

Before, Jason had not been interested in the whole conversation about the distribution of the Argos alliance's army.

That was at least until a middle-aged woman with shoulder-long blue hair began to voice out her complaints about the fact that her clan would have to face the Ifrytor race.

This caused his interest to be pricked and Jason began to listen carefully.

Shane noticed this and sighed deeply, but he held himself back from saying anything.

Meanwhile, Merl Arths, who had expected to be blamed for setting up a plan that seemed to be biased even though it wasn't, remained silent.

He was just staring into the middle-aged woman's eyes for a few seconds before he said.

"So you want to tell me that the two biggest clans with the most advantageous affinities and soulbonds are too weak to fight against a single common race? They're having a numerical disadvantage even without counting your soulbonds. Let's leave out the obvious fact that the Ifrytor race and the Ifrys fire affinity should be much weaker against you, your soulbonds, and the entire clan you represent!!

Let's also ignore the existence of your strongest soulbond and a few other soulbonds your clan members have, alright? Otherwise, you might think I'm trying to blackmail you!" 

Jason had to smile when he heard how the middle-aged man played around with the matriarch of a big clan.

He was unsure what clan she belonged to, but from what Jason had heard, it should be one of the stronger ones.

'Does she want to avoid responsibility, or maybe that her clans could suffer more casualties by fighting against the Ifrytor race?'

It was unknown whether Jason's assumption was correct or if there was another reason, but it was evident that the middle-aged woman's clan was trying to avoid facing the Ifrytor clan.

Jason understood this partially, at least if he were to think rationally, however, his mind was already infested with the thought of taking revenge on Scorpio's death!

As such, he didn't even notice that he had subconsciously mumbled

"If you don't dare to fight the Ifrytor race, let me handle the weaker Ifrytors and Ifry!!"

When Jason had said so, the whole room was coincidentally silent and it was only when Shane pushed him slightly from the side that Jason was drawn out of his train of thoughts.

He looked at his master in confusion, not knowing what he had said which Shane noticed.

"You said your thoughts out loud…"

"OH….oops!" Jason said without being sorry at all.

He wanted to defeat the Ifrytor alone, if possible, but Jason was fully aware of his own capabilities and limitations! 

Even those enemies at the Mid Lique stage were already too much for him to handle, and there was no way he could obliterate an entire army with such enemies!

Jason might have received a large increment in his combat prowess thanks to the two weapons he had received!

However, his words had sounded more like an insult to those two clans he had wanted to offer his help to.

The vast majority of the Ifrytor race was at the Liqee stage below 1000 drops of liquefied mana and Jason wanted to take care of all of them, alone at that?? 

Was he overestimating his own capabilities or simply trying to make fun of the two big clans that had been told to defeat the Ifrytor race alone.

If Jason was strong enough to accomplish this feat, what would become of the two big clans' reputation?

The middle-aged woman had been complaining about the fact that her clan was set up against the Ifrytor race, and she knew that her clan was not strong enough to fight against the Ifrytor, whether it was alone or with another big clan.

In the end, the Ifrytors fire ability was weird and much stronger than Merl Arths had made it! 

Furthermore every race, even the weakest had a refined physique which made them stronger than humans at the same rank was.

Almost every big clan, sect, and even smaller family had to suffer for more than a year since the Great Argos war had begun, thus their strength was drastically reduced!

Despite that, it was humiliating to think that a youth that looked younger than 20 years old was confident to defeat tens of thousands of opponents while they had to cower and combine their forces with other big clans to be only remotely as confident as Jason seemed to be.

However, in the end, the confidence Jason released was what caused everyone to be hesitant to question whether he was joking or seriously considering defeating an entire army!

"Maybe the Great Argos war caused the youth to lose his sanity? He has less than 30 drops of liquefied mana in his mana core! How should he be able to defeat Peak-Grandmagus ranks??"

It was normal to think like that, but only a young woman dared to voice out her opinion about Jason's confidence that was unfounded according to his mana core rank.

Yet, instead of being annoyed by the young woman, who had said what was on her mind, Jason just smiled before he said

"If you want to find out whether I will be strong enough to fight against the Ifrytor or not, why don't you act as the test object?"

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