Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king-Chapter 42: Untitled

"A dispute on the distribution of beast echoes huh?" Sneering the Blacksteel lord looked down at Vincent. This kid was truly dispicable, his family was clearly at fault here by taking Guilliman as a slave, yet he was still trying to punish him?

He didn’t know how to make concessions, if they continued this way, then sooner rather than later, the blackberry family would be forgotten in the annals of history.

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This he believed to be concrete truth as a matter of fact.

"Yes, it is rightfully ours" Vincent didn’t have the same principles as the lord. To him what mattered was who came out on top in every scenario, even if he lost the first part, he just had to keep doubling down until he eventually won.

He would not leave here without killing Guilliman, one way or another. The sacred echo was but a constellation prize or maybe even a gift from his brother beyond the grave.

"Well these kinds of disputes aren’t easily solved, unless….." the lord sighed, a battle to the death was the usual way of solving such a dispute. He had given Guilliman a win just now on the account of him being innocent and all, but he was still in a position of power.

And his lesser, that is the ’nobles’ still had their eyes glued on him, trying to see what his decision would be. He had to give them at least one win in this issue.

Looking to the side at a silver haired man who seemed to be smiling at him, the Blacksteel lord shook his head.

"Amir, swap the two fighters, this dispute has to be settled on the ring"

Being a Slayer was a hazardous endeavor, and beasts weren’t the only enemies one had to look out for. This fight would have to happen, if he wanted to keep peace in these trying times. He knew all too well how petty these clans could be.

The boy could only depend on his strength in this matter. His hands were tied going forward.

"Thank you, lordship" Vincent smiled and stood up straight, he didn’t bow however causing the blacksteel lord to frown. It seemed like he knew that he had forced his hand just now.

’What a troublesome kid, he’s even worse that Franklin’

He mused, thinking about one of his troublesome children.

A moment later, Guilliman previous opponent was moved from the stage before they could even face him and was replaced by Vincent.

Immediately after, The crowd naturally started murmuring with many thinking this was unfair, a nobody slave boy against the young master of the blackberry family? What was the difference between this and putting him to the sword.

This was definitely unfair, and it sent dispair to those from the slums, to an extent it was sending a message that even the the blacksteel lord wouldn’t be able to save them if they offended a noble clan.

The nobles couldn’t help but gloat, suppression tactics like these were good for the nobility.

"Hm!! This is good, let strength be the defining factor" someone in the crowd scuffed, strangely though its was the silver haired man who can brought up doubt prior.

I guess their all the same

The nobles conflict was in truth just a rouse, they were always on the same side and it was not theirs.

Of course, they didn’t read much into it, if not they would understand his underlining meaning. They would soon see it with their eyes though.

-Woom

Vincent released and aura disgustingly powerful that made some of those below nearly puke as they stared at its magnificences.

In as much as he was a lazy young man with a tendency to be lecherous, Vincent was no less of a talent that anyone here. It took placing him in a situation where he couldn’t turn back to bring out his talent but it broke out eventually.

The young master who slayed a Sacred beast all by himself.

This was who guilliman was facing.. if the conmoners didn’t feel helpless before they would feel so now, definitely.

Of course,

-Woom

They weren’t prepared for what happened next as Guilliman too released his aura.

"Yellow, he’s capped at yellow?!!" A few of the slightly older Slayers amongst the slum rats knitted their brows looking at Guillimans aura.

The time frame did not make sense, Guilliman according to the story had become a slayer on the night of the young master Artus’s death,

That was around two? Maybe three months ago? There was no way this kid had scaled to Yellow in that short period of time.

It wasn’t like he was like Vincent who had an entire clan behind him.

"Strength is the defining factor" a particular one of the slayers muttered, finally understanding what the man with silver hair had said.

It didn’t matter what or where they started from, grit and the willingness to go above and beyond was the defining factor of those who could stand at the peak.

"Interesting," Vincent was a bit stunned, but he was able to quickly shake it off. He thought this fight would be easy but it seemed like he was wrong.

Nevertheless, he would still win.

Planting his back land on the floor he gracefully blasted forward and sent a punch towards Guillimans lower abdomen.

Guilliman side stepped him easily, and turned to him mockingly. It had been a while since he fought against another human…but he was in no way rusty.

Nor was he forgiving, Guilliman pulled out his rabbit blade and smiled at Vincent.

To him this fight could not end until one died.

Vincent smiled and said,

it’s mutual,

however he still Didn’t pull out any weapon only opting to strike with his bear fists. Each strike well placed and with the intent to

Kill.

Both of them, one with a sword and the other with his bare fists, however both looked equally dangerous and equally ready to kill the other.