The legendary warrior

Chapter 1431 Olaf Helian

"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. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

"Patriarch!"

The moment the members of the Short Human tribe saw the old man, they greeted him and bowed at the waist to show their respect.

Meanwhile, the other casting masters of Sage Level and the saints inclined their heads to show their respect to the elder. The warriors present also followed suit.

At first glance, Ricky recognized the blue-clad old man, for the people's reaction was a dead giveaway. 'So that is the patriarch of the Helian Clan—Olaf Helian. He is one of the few casting masters of Demi- divine Level in the Misty South, ' Ricky mused in amazement, his eyes trained steadily on the elder.

Casting masters of Demi-divine Level in the Misty South were few and far between.

Olaf Helian was the top brass of the casting masters of his level. In fact, he was even considered as the best casting master in the Misty South.

"The leader of the Helian Clan finally showed his face," remarked the Dragon Intent Grass interestedly.

"I should talk to him," Ricky deliberated. "Since it's unlikely for them to allow me access to their ancestral land, I'm going to ask for his guarantee that Wayne will be kept safe."

"That's a good choice, and perhaps, your only choice. After all, it's not possible for you to go to their ancestral land and cultivate there," the Dragon Intent Grass responded.

As Olaf Helian landed on the cloud, he turned to Kamari with an impassive expression and ordered, "Kamari, leave now and reflect on yourself!"

"Yes, sir!" replied Kamari at once before he reluctantly took his leave.

Although he was an outstanding casting genius, he didn't have what it took to challenge the authority of their leader yet. If he did, it would cost him everything he had now.

Anyway, it wasn't Olaf Helian that he hated. It was Ricky.

Once Kamari left, Olaf Helian turned his attention to Ricky. "This is the first time that our clan and even the entire Short Human tribe has been defeated." He sounded stoic and unemotional, so no one knew whether he was angry or not.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you," replied Ricky politely, knowing that he was treading on thin ice.

"It's a competition. You don't need to feel sorry. Since you won first place, we will grant you access to our ancestral land for three months, where you can cultivate to your heart's content.

Besides that, you can also choose any Treasures from Heaven and Earth in our treasure house."

Hearing this, all the warriors were dumbfounded. Even Ricky and the members of the Helian Clan fell silent at the unexpected words.

'I thought Olaf Helian showed up to make some excuses to keep Ricky from entering their ancestral land. What is he saying now?' This was the thought that ran rampant in everyone's mind.

Even when they came back to their senses, the elders of the Helian Clan could do nothing but stare blankly at their leader.

They knew that he favored the members of their clan, but this decision had blindsided them. Some of them even began to doubt if the leader in front of them was a fake.

Though Olaf Helian could feel their intent gazes, he didn't seem to mind, and his expression remained impassive. Deep inside, however, he was in a quandary.

If possible, he would never allow an outsider like Ricky to set foot in their ancestral land.

But he had no other choice.

He met the eyes of the Helian Clan's elders and muttered, "It's that master's idea!"

When they heard this, the elders heaved a deep sigh of resignation. They had no choice but to give in.

Every one of them picked up what the leader had dropped. And since it was that master's order, they must follow it no matter how reluctant they were.

Meanwhile, the surrounding warriors seemed to have recovered from their shock. They appeared quiet on the outside, but their minds were busy discussing with each other. "What's wrong with the Helian Clan?"

"Who knows? Why would Olaf Helian allow an outsider to set foot in their ancestral land? I can't believe he offered it himself."

"What do you reckon is he planning?" asked the Dragon Intent Grass and the Evil Mandragora. Both seemed as bewildered as the others were.

"I have no clue," Ricky replied. "But that's not important right now. I need to ask about Wayne first."

After saying this, he asked Olaf Helian how they planned to deal with Wayne.