Chapter 194 - 135: Spirit Rhinoceros Finger, One Move to Settle the Match

Chapter 194: Chapter 135: Spirit Rhinoceros Finger, One Move to Settle the Match

Red-haired Shanks?

The middle-aged Knight who had asked the question first sized Roy up with a wary expression.

Then, he turned and ordered a brown-haired Knight in his early twenties to go inside and report.

The young, brown-haired Knight didn’t hesitate for a moment, immediately turning and heading for the manor’s main building.

Roy said nothing more, standing his ground with a calm expression.

Before long, the brown-haired Knight who had gone to report to the main building returned to the front gate and whispered a few words to the middle-aged Knight.

After hearing the brown-haired Knight’s reply, the middle-aged Knight said to Roy, "The Marquis has agreed to see you. Follow me!"

With that, the middle-aged Knight signaled for the others to open the manor’s gate.

Once the manor gate was open, the middle-aged Knight immediately led Roy toward the main building.

Roy followed behind the middle-aged Knight, walking toward the main building at an unhurried pace.

The Snow Mammoth Clan, like the Evil Spirit Cat Clan, was a Silver Clan whose ancestors had once produced a Golden Great Knight.

Although they had declined somewhat, their clan manor in Storm City was hardly inferior to those of the Golden Clans.

The Golden Great Knight who had led the clan to its zenith was indeed long dead.

But the manor’s size wouldn’t shrink just because the Golden Great Knight had died.

The manor would only be sold if the clan fell into complete ruin, no longer even having a Silver Great Knight, and produced a prodigal son who would "squander his inheritance without a second thought."

After following the guiding middle-aged Knight for a few minutes along a quiet, smooth, paved road, the main building of the Snow Mammoth Clan’s manor came into Roy’s view.

It was a massive, five-story white building.

In the plaza in front of the main building were two circular fountains.

And in the center of the fountains stood an imposing Snow Mammoth statue, over ten meters tall.

As soon as he reached the plaza, Roy saw his target standing before the main building’s entrance.

Hans Gibson!

Clan Leader of the Snow Mammoth Clan, the current Snow Mammoth Marquis, a Silver Great Knight!

Hans Gibson had just celebrated his 70th birthday six months ago, but he had little white hair or wrinkles. He was hale and hearty, with a robust physique, showing no signs of old age.

If there was anything, it was that his current expression was ice-cold.

At this moment, Hans Gibson was clad in ornate, silver-white armor. At his waist hung a Cross Sword with a hilt forged from Gold and a blade inlaid with Gemstones.

The guard of the hilt curved slightly, like the tusk of a Snow Mammoth.

Besides Hans Gibson, quite a few other people were standing in front of the main building’s entrance.

For example, there was Gray, who had carried Robert back to Blue Water City for Healing; several of Hans Gibson’s sons; Knights from his Personal Guard; and others.

As for Robert, whose right arm and left leg Roy had broken, he was nowhere to be seen.

Unsurprisingly, he was likely lying in his room, recuperating.

The moment Roy saw Hans Gibson, Hans Gibson also saw him.

As a Silver Great Knight, and the Clan Leader of the Snow Mammoth Clan no less, Hans Gibson had received plenty of written challenges before.

The only difference was that the people who had sent him challenges before were usually Silver Great Knights from other clans, or Silver Great Knights who had made a name for themselves Within the Sal Empire.

This was the first time he had received a challenge from an unknown upstart he had never even heard of.

Furthermore, there was a line in the challenge that had particularly annoyed him.

"The loser will hand over their Breathing Technique Inheritance Map!"

Stating the stakes of victory and defeat in a written challenge beforehand wasn’t strange.

But Hans Gibson was still incredibly annoyed by that sentence.

It made him feel as though he was being completely looked down upon.

Seeing Roy arrive dressed only in Hunter’s Clothing intensified that feeling.

"What is your relationship with the Evil Spirit Cat Clan? Did that whelp Harvey hire you to challenge me?"

Hans Gibson stood on the stairs, looking down at Roy as he spoke coldly.

"My challenge to you has nothing to do with the Evil Spirit Cat Clan."

Roy paid no mind to Hans Gibson’s icy tone, replying with a composed expression.

"Nothing to do with them?"

"The one who delivered the challenge was a Guard from the Evil Spirit Cat Clan!"

Hans Gibson continued.

"That’s because I’m currently staying at the Evil Spirit Cat Clan’s manor."

"Let’s not waste everyone’s time. Are we fighting here, or should we move to a less crowded place?"

Roy said slowly.

Upon hearing his words, before Hans Gibson could even speak, Jacob Gibson—the father of Robert and Gray—shouted at him.

"The Clan Leader of the Snow Mammoth Clan isn’t someone you can challenge just because you feel like it!"

"I’ll be your opponent!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Jacob drew the Cross Sword from his waist.

At the same time, ice-blue Snow Mammoth Fighting Qi erupted from his body, enveloping him completely like a Flame and coiling around his Cross Sword.

Although Hans Gibson was the strongest Knight in the Snow Mammoth Clan, Jacob was also a Silver Great Knight.

After releasing his Snow Mammoth Fighting Qi, Jacob did not condense the Qi enveloping his body into Fighting Qi Armor.

With a loud shout, he shot directly toward Roy.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Roy, his Cross Sword striking like Lightning toward Roy’s chest.

Seeing that Jacob was aiming for his chest, Roy sighed inwardly.

’Is this what they call the tacit understanding between a father and son?’