Chapter 211: What’s Wrong?
"Hahahaha..."
Mason was so pissed he burst out laughing. Along with him, the other four from the Red River Pact clan — plus the new vice-leader standing in the arena — also started laughing.
Inside the arena, only their laughter echoed.
Who did he think he was? Some unbeatable, untouchable god? Even the most arrogant and talented people had some limit, but Darian just looked like a complete idiot.
"You’re right, you don’t need your weapon — because the result’ll be the same whether you use it or not," Mason said, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Darian just clenched his fists for a moment, then shot him a teasing look. "You sure you wanna stand there and let me hit you ten times?"
"Enough bullshit," Mason started losing patience. "For trash like you, it’s not just ten strikes — you could hit me a hundred times and it still wouldn’t matter. Just hit me already, damn it!"
"For real?" Darian’s face lit up in total surprise. "Alright, I’ll give it a shot."
Mason wasn’t saying that out of pure ignorance. In the earlier fight, he’d only used about 30% of his power, and the gap between two and three rings was massive.
He was a tank specialized in forming ice armor. Because of the stellar physique of the Empire’s people, most tanks picked some simple blessing tied to natural elements. They were easy to learn and use, and their starborn bodies gave them way more potential than usual with that kind of blessing.
Another thing was Darian being a support. Supports didn’t have any real offensive power. Even if Darian was super skilled and loaded with weird artifacts, as long as Mason focused on defending with his ring energy, no support could hurt him — not even with everything they had.