<h4>Chapter 175: VS ckjack</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions


    White Bear paused at the question before speaking out, “The fate has guided us—”


    “Human speech, brother,” said Angor. He kept pretending to be of cold temperament but with a little extra impatience this time.


    White Bear scratched his head in a silly manner. He thought Angor was agitated for real. “Because, uh, I’m wearing a couple set with your bird. That’s the guidance of fate.”


    <i>Couple set? Bird?</i>


    Angor was taken aback. Then he looked at Toby, who had been standing on his shoulder.


    Toby chose different clothes to wear every day. Greya prepared countless selections for him. Today, Toby was wearing a fluffy animal costume, but it was not a bear. The bird was dressed as a white otter.


    Considering Toby’s miniature figure... the pair of adorable otter ears did look like a bear.


    Toby was also shocked at White Bear’s words. The bird dashed in front of White Bear and kicked at him in rage.


    A w mark was left on White Bear’s face. The force of the kick pressed him against the wall, which further proved how much burst power Toby had gained.


    Then, Toby tweeted and chirped at White Bear non-stop. It was as if it was cursing at him.


    “Well, that’s an otter costume, which is... different from your bear one,” Angor exined in a sympathetic tone. “Also... my bird is... a ‘he’, and it just rejected your couple proposal.”


    With that, Angor called Toby back and turned to leave.


    A momentter, White Bear struggled to climb upright while still being a little afraid of the violent bird. After considering a little, he took out a short, ck cane from his animal costume and ced it on the floor. The cane stood upright, without anyone to support it.


    White Bear closed his eyes and chanted some strange words. Magic ripples slowly spread from him.


    When the ripples reached the standing cane, the cane fell down and pointed to the direction toward which Angor just left.


    White Bear scratched his head again. “But I was right. The fate DID guide me to him.”


    ...


    Angor chose another spot to meditate until an announcement told him to join the stage.


    He felt tensed since this was his first battle. When he walked in the yer passage, he kept breathing in rhyme to adjust his heartbeat.


    “Oh my. This milk kid really came for his first battle in his life?”


    “Aw, look at his face. He’s gonna have a really bad time.”


    “You saw ckjack? I didn’t see him anywhere.”


    “He’s already here. Check out the passage at the other end.”


    Angor walked out of the passage and saw that the audience stands around Arena 7 was already filled with people of various ages. Almost everyone was cheering “ckjack!” in unison. Some frenzied female fans even moved seductively with their bodies being over-exposed.


    Before Angor climbed onto the stage, he saw a figure already standing on the other end of it. Considering how the audiences were directing their excitement toward there, that must be his opponent, “ckjack”.


    And it seemed ckjack had quite a fame around here. It was rare to see an arena so full of onlookers in Level 1.


    The ss screen above the arena showed their names.


    Baron Milk VS ckjack. Match starts in: 4:59.


    A portrait was also shown along with ckjack’s name. It was a man wearing a ck gentleman top-hat and a ck monocle.


    Angor’s name, on the other hand, only had a ck shadow beside it along with three question marks, which obviously meant that his information was not fully updated yet.


    “ckjack’s portrait kinda dressed like the professor. Maybe he’s a fan of Sunders?” Angor looked at the screen and thought to himself. Apart from the different color of his monocle, every piece of clothing on ckjack basically copied Sunders’ style, which gave Angor a really strange feeling.


    When the countdown reached 2:59, the screen showed something else: Fighters On Stage!


    Angor took a deep breath to suppress his stress. Then he whispered to Toby, “Stay alert and don’t attack him at first.”


    Toby tweeted and left his shoulder to circle in the air.


    “Baron Milk? Such a weird name.”


    “I think he’s just a kid. Look at his body.”


    “Maybe a little girl? Hey, look! ckjack is all worked up!”


    Angor walked up to the stage slowly. With the ck bedsheet covering his entire body, people could only take guesses ording to his overall size.


    “Fafafafa!” ckjack suddenly put a palm over his face in an exaggerated manner and let out a series of strangeughter. “Lady luck favors me today! Fafafa! A chick is my opponent. Let me snap those pathetic wings of yours! Fafafafa!”


    Angor was totally dumbfounded at those embarrassing words. How could someone even speak like that in public? When he heard about the name of his opponent, Angor thought “ckjack” was a serious andposed participant aspared to those kings or lords or something. But he was wrong! This man was worse! A psycho!


    “Lord ckjack! Go break his wings!” The audiences cheered in even more embarrassing manners.


    What was more, most of the audiences were now mimicking ckjack’s pose—they covered their faces andughed maniacally.


    Angor nced at them and felt as if the embarrassment was going to materialize in reality.


    “Lord ckjack, enough with that boring kid. Come and break my wings, sweetheart!” Some shameless female fans of ckjack teased.


    “Fafafa... Fear me! Tremble before me, chick!” ckjack taunted again.


    Angor tightened his hood and made sure it would not fall off. He then looked up at ckjack and inspected the man.


    ckjack was pretty tall. Angor’s own head only reached his neck area, so he must be at least 1.9 meters. His body was slim. To go with his ck top-hat, he was also wearing ck tuxedobined with white undershirt with ace cor. There was a red and ck checkered bow-tie at the cor.


    From what was exposed on his face, ckjack looked decent. No wonder so many women fell for him.


    Just... he might have a problem with his brain given the way he talked.


    ckjack kept taunting for a while. Even if he was ying a distant and wordless character, Angor thought he should at least reply a little.


    Angor humphed. “You think you can be him if you copy his clothes? What a joke.”


    None of the audiences understood what Angor meant. Even Angor was not sure if ckjack couldprehend those words. He just spoke like that to improve his image; by pretending that he knew everything about his enemy.


    The audiences remained silent for a while. Him? What was Baron Milk talking about?


    ckjack, however, quickly put on apletely different expression. “Who the heck are you?! How did you know my deepest secret?!”


    Angor was speechless now. <i>Your deepest secret? What’s going on?</i>


    ckjack’s expression shifted. In the end, he squinted his eyes and disyed a really wicked look.


    “I was only nning to pluck your nails one by one and remove all your limbs. Since you know my secret... I’d rather you die!”


    Angor remained speechless. <i>What’s his problem? Is his secret all about copying Sunders?</i>


    ...


    When the countdown reached zero, the magic-inhibiting array on the stage was lifted. Angor felt his mana flow returning and quickly began constructing a spell model.


    But ckjack moved faster.


    The man revealed an eerie smile and took out four cards from his pocket.


    “Fafafafa... Card, Kiss of the Tongueless.”


    A beautifully crafted card was tossed into the air. A shadow of a tongueless individual suddenly emerged from the card and covered the area above Angor.


    “Quickened spell?” Angor immediately thought about such a word. The shadow’s immediate effect caused Angor to panic a little.


    The shadow was not really fast, which somewhat soothed Angor’s panic. He thought it was just some kind of attacking spell, so he quickly moved aside. However, instead of attacking him, the tongueless shadow only stayed afloat above his head while kissing the air like mad.


    Angor looked at the worming lips of the kissing shadow in disgust and cursed in a low voice. That was when he realized he could not speak anymore.


    He recalled White Bear’s words; that ckjack could seal someone’s voice to prevent his opponent from surrendering. Previously, Angor thought it was only a sound-rted spell, not such a... bizarre-looking trick.


    Angor controlled his mana flow fluently. Seemed like the tongueless shadow only blocked his voice and nothing else was affected.


    ckjack noticed Angor’s panic and revealed another cold smile. He picked out another card from the three cards he was holding.


    From a quick look, Angor saw a man with a really long tongue whose neck was tangled in a rope printed on the card.


    That looked like something that could hurt or restrict people, and Angor did not wish to experience it. Before ckjack could throw the card, Angor quickly reached under his ck robe and released a golden light beam which pierced the air and reached ckjack in an instant.


    The light beam was too fast. ckjack already noticed it, but his body could not react in time since he was not a Bloodline wizard.


    The beam pierced ckjack’s left arm. Blood sshed out quickly.


    ckjack yelled in pain and knelt on the ground. He held his wounded arm and looked up at Angor. “You know Quickened spell?? That’s impossible!”


    Angor humphed again to maintain his arrogant image, but he had already begun to build another cantrip model in secret.


    ckjack looked at the giant hole on his arm and clenched his teeth. He took out a card decorated with the image of a flower-watering goddess. The card melted into a warm puddle and slowly mended his bleeding wound.


    “Thank god Baron Milk is such a newb who doesn’t know he should finish me off when I’m down. Fafafa... Once I patched up my arm, I’ll grind you under my heel!” ckjack frowned and cursed. He now felt both lucky and a little anxious.