Ricky's words sounded like mockery to Kamari. He was infuriated.
Kamari was tempted to release all his powers in order to destroy Ricky's concentration on his casting in one fell swoop.
"Thank you for the reminder!" Kamari spat, looking frustrated.
The fight between them in terms of their runic power and spiritual power came to a halt and the two of them completely entered the state of casting.
Kamari had his absolute trump card to break Ricky's defense, and he really wanted to see Ricky fail miserably, but he couldn't use it yet.
"Dragon Intent Grass, is Kamari hiding his strength? Or is he only a casting master at the Demi-sage Level? If he is hiding strength, then why? What is he afraid of?"
Ricky asked, sensing that neither Kamari's runic power nor spiritual power was interfering with his anymore.
"Hmm... I still believe that he has become a casting master at the Sage Level," the Dragon Intent Grass said. "He is indeed holding himself back, and there is a reason that he is doing so. He doesn't wish to show his real strength at this point.
Kamari's performance till now has already invoked a lot of resentment from several casting forces. If he reveals that he is a casting master at the Sage Level now, those forces will try to get rid of him in the shadows.
They would not want to be further suppressed by the Helian Clan.
Helian Clan is not a martial clan after all.
So the longer Kamari keeps his secret, the safer he will be."
"Well, it seems that even the great Helian Clan has things they are afraid of!" Ricky scoffed.
"Yes. That's why the Helian Clan spends a lot of their resources on the invited elders at the Sage Level. They must train the invited elders because that's the only way for them to survive in the Misty South," the Dragon Intent Grass said. "Of course, there is also another plausible reason for his actions. Kamari might be confident that he can defeat you with only his casting skills at the Demi-sage Level.
It is also possible that he is not a casting master at the Sage Level at all.
Either way, as long as he is underestimating you, you can snag the win easier than expected."
"That's right! Here we go!" Ricky said with a smile.
What followed was the dance of the two wonderfully mysterious casting realms. They pervaded the entire Casting Ladder, and the warriors around were immersed in the beauty.
'The Short Human tribe is indeed amazing. Kamari's casting realm is no weaker than that of my Chaos Manual, ' Ricky praised in his head. 'Here's a good idea.
If I could combine the casting skills of the Short Human tribe with my existing casting skills, the resulting power would put me at first place in the entire continent—the real first place.'
While Ricky was immersed in his own thoughts, Kamari, Elder Graysen and the other casting masters of the Helian Clan were watching Ricky in shock. "The casting manual Ricky has cultivated is by no means inferior to that of our race!"
"Where did he get such an incredible casting manual? Was any of our manuals displaced or lost?"
Elder Graysen and the other members of the Short Human tribe were naturally gripped by their greed for the manual that Ricky possessed.
The one thing that attracted the Short Human tribe more than anything else was casting manuals of such caliber.
"Young man, where did you get your casting manual?" While Ricky was immersed in the casting, an old voice floated into his mind.
"And who are you, sir?" Ricky asked doubtfully when he heard the voice. It didn't seem like it came from the saints who were watching the competition.
"I am being trampled underfoot by you," the old voice said.
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