They all call me Great Master-Chapter 416 - 413 I Really Do Eat Beef!

Hearing their team leader's words, the entire exploration team was stunned.

Those who were slower to respond, such as the cook, Assistant Attacker Pruitt, Little Winna, and others, were still scratching their heads.

While those who were quicker on the uptake had already guessed what their team leader meant.

For example: Adi and Edwina.

"Captain, are you saying that this gentleman does not wish for us to agree?"

Edwina lowered her voice.

Deljo nodded.

Little Winna showed a look of confusion.

"Why?

Shouldn't he want us to agree?"

"Yeah, why?"

Pruitt also looked puzzled.

"He wants a legitimate excuse to make a move!

I finally understand why he didn't give any warnings when he found us peeping at the ruins under that stretch of beach!

Because, he knew we would go to him!

Because, he was waiting for us to come to him!

And then...

he could start his game—

a hunting game that belonged solely to him.

And us?

We are the prey!"

As Adi spoke, his face revealed his after-fear.

And next to him, 'Storm Sword' Deljo nodded.

"Exactly, that is the problem I suddenly thought of just now. This gentleman adheres to his own rules, but he definitely does not mind killing a few who break those rules.

If no one breaks his rules?

Then he creates some, just like…

the idle Noble we encountered before."

As 'Storm Sword' said this, his words paused for a moment.

Because, he saw his team members' lingering fears.

Compared to the Noble they thought they could handle but still barely survived, the present 'Spirit Medium' was the truly frightening entity.

If they ever fell into his 'hunting', even he would not be likely to survive.

However…

he must make sure his team members lived!

With this thought, 'Storm Sword' hesitated no longer and declared outright—

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"Tomorrow I will give it my all, I will definitely qualify!"

"Captain…"

The members all looked towards their team leader, who was solemn-faced.

Little Winna's eyes were already brimming with tears.

Even the youngest among them could sense that their captain was prepared to risk his life so that they could survive.

If Little Winna had noticed, how could the others not have?

Instantly, all of them were filled with sorrow and anger.

"Do not act rashly!

On the platform, that gentleman will show some restraint!

But if you act on your own, that gentleman will not hold back at all—even, that is what that gentleman wants.

He would love for you to do so, to start his 'hunt' early!"

'Storm Sword' reminded his team members.

Every surrounding member, filled with unwillingness, nodded helplessly.

They might not care about their own lives.

But they could not ignore the lives of their companions.

For a time, the atmosphere in this corner became tragic, in stark contrast to the cheerfulness around it.

Arthur: ...

'Are you being polite?

"You guys are going to make me start thinking I'm some kind of freak who doesn't eat beef!"

With the help of Wuni's vision, Arthur looked at everything before him and began to rant wildly in his heart.

He really wasn't a bad person.

At worst, he could be considered slightly unkind.

But he truly had no ill intentions.

He simply wanted Deljo and the others to work for him, that's all.

And it wasn't for free.

He was willing to 'pay wages.'

It's just that he didn't have any right now, so he would owe them in the meantime.

He swore that as soon as Deljo and the others found something valuable and handed it over to him for appraisal, he would then give it to Marinda to sell, to get enough gold coins, and he would definitely pay them for their work.

How could such a man suddenly be taken for a pervert?

Sigh!

Arthur let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, as Scott finished his final adjustments and saw that Arthur was closing his eyes, breathing deeply, he chose not to disturb him and quietly left.

The report in his hand was today's special issue!

It was an exclusive story from the Horn Report!

Moreover, he could guarantee that today's report would set South Los ablaze!

The newly appointed editor-in-chief couldn't wait to see the shocked expressions of the public.

At the same time, the newly appointed editor-in-chief was also looking forward to taking the Horn Report to greater heights thanks to this report.

Arthur opened one eye and glanced at Scott's retreating figure.

Then he hugged Pendragon and began to prepare to catch up on sleep.

But clearly, this was a pipedream—

The outbursts of astonishment occasionally heard from Elta Square made Arthur think he had entered a concert, with the noise nearing 100 decibels.

After attempting several times, Arthur sat up, rubbing his face.

The young Spirit Medium gave up on the idea of catching up on sleep there.

He walked straight out of the tent and looked towards the ring.

On the ring, Lord Dibwa and Lord Bass's nephews were truly fighting as if their lives depended on it.

Even if they couldn't win the championship, securing a third-place spot would still be an impressive credential, especially if they became Wanderer Knights later on.

At least, they could get two more sets of armor from their uncles.

So as each of them aimed their longswords at their opponent's vital spots, they used their footwork to make the attacks non-fatal and crippling before launching even more lethal strikes.

Their manner of fighting had long surpassed the 'fencing games' normally seen among nobles, adopting instead the combat tactics of the battlefield.

Similarly, this fighting style where every sword strike drew blood elicited gasps from the surrounding audience.

This was the case even with the Bern Family's three brothers' performances from the previous day as a prelude.

Because today, Lord Dibwa and Lord Bass's nephews had more sophisticated swordsmanship and greater physical strength.

And they were also...

More ruthless!

Lord Dibwa's nephew, facing his cousin's longsword thrust toward his abdomen, suddenly stopped dodging and let the sword pierce through his belly.

His own longsword, in turn, penetrated the other's chest.

Thud! Thud!

Amidst two sounds of metal cutting, Lord Dibwa and Lord Bass's nephews, each impaled with the other's longsword, fell to the ground, not getting up.

In the midst of the surrounding outcry, fresh blood spilled from where the blades had entered.

Those with some knowledge could tell these were fatal wounds.

The two young men had gambled their lives for their ambitions.

Doctors at the ring's side immediately rushed onto the field, carefully examining both men, but the prognosis they reached was very bleak.

The doctor's experience told him that as soon as the longswords were removed from their bodies, both would immediately bleed out and die.

With slight regret, the doctor shook his head.

The people around witnessed this scene.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes filled with pity.

They mourned the passing of life.

And just at that moment, a faint voice came—

"How about, let me give it a try?"