Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 1431

"From now on, there is a new number one casting genius in the Misty South!"

The words stabbed into Kamari's heart like a sharp dagger.

Perhaps, everyone could see that Ricky was still inferior to Kamari even if he was now a casting master of Sage Level as well. He only triumphed over Kamari thanks to his other trump cards.

But it didn't matter what trump cards he used. In the end, Ricky won the victory fair and square, and nothing could change it.

Besides, no one else had any complaints about Ricky's victory except for the Helian Clann and some other forces attached to the Helian Clan. Almost all the warriors rejoiced when Ricky won, so it was obvious that they fully accepted Ricky's victory.

Only the results mattered to them, and they had no problem with Ricky using other trump cards. It was, after all, what they also wanted—someone to humble the arrogant Helian Clan.

"I refuse to accept this result! You are no better than me in casting. Therefore, I demand another competition with you. Let's cast weapons," Kamari roared ferociously, ignoring the crowd that erupted into chaotic shouts and arguments.

The glare he sent Ricky burned with hatred. If looks could kill, Ricky would have died twice over.

"Kid, this is bad! You might lose to him if he insists on competing with you in making sacred weapons," the Dragon Intent Grass remarked with alarm.

"I know. Although I'm a casting master of Sage Level, I can't make a sacred weapon. There's no way I can win. I don't even know how to cast one, as I just recently advanced to this level.

But don't worry. The Helian Clan won't allow him to compete with me again for fear of being made a laughingstock anew.

Also, a sacred weapon is vastly different from a demi-spiritual sacred weapon, and even the lowest grade sacred weapon is considered precious. We will waste too much time and casting materials.

If I'm not mistaken, even a casting genius like Kamari would need at least two months to make a sacred weapon.

And I don't think he can manage to make one," Ricky responded.

Hearing Kamari's words, the surrounding warriors turned their expectant gazes to the three elders of the Helian Clan who looked incredibly troubled.

They were caught between a rock and a hard place!

Ricky's guess was accurate, in that, they couldn't let Kamari compete with him again.

However, if they refused Kamari's request, Ricky would be declared the winner and that was the last thing they wanted. After all, they already announced that the champion would have access to their ancestral land. How could they let an outsider enter their ancestral land?

A thick tension paired with deathly silence settled over the entire place.

"Ha! You got a problem with that?" Ricky mocked Kamari through telepathy.

"Of course I do! I know that you only became a casting master of Sage Level before you got here. That means you can't make a sacred weapon yet," replied Kamari fiercely. His teeth were gritted so tightly that his gums started to bleed.

"So what? The competition is over anyway," Ricky answered glibly. "Besides, do you think the senior members of your clan will accept your request?"

"This is our territory so we will be the ones to make the rules. Or maybe you're afraid to compete with me again? I'm certain that the three elders will agree because the champion can enter our ancestral land for cultivation as a reward. Do you think we will let you set foot in our ancestral land?"

said Kamari confidently.

And his words weighed heavily in Ricky's heart.

'He is right. Since the public knows that the winner will be allowed to cultivate in their ancestral place, the elders are likely to side with him.

After all, the Helian Clan would never allow an outsider to enter their ancestral land, ' Ricky mused.

'This situation isn't favorable to me. It looks like I can't cultivate in the ancestral land of the Helian Clan, ' he also thought as he wondered what he should do next.

The Dragon Intent Grass heard him and suggested, "You can just take their cultivation resources instead. Take as much as you can since your zones can hold a ton!"

The next moment, a loud voice broke the short silence.

"Everyone should abide by the rules. Just because you belong to the Helian Clan doesn't mean you can change the rules to suit yourself. If we accept his request, not only the Helian Clan but also the Short Human tribe will be the laughingstock of the entire Misty South."

The person who spoke was a short old man dressed in a blue robe.