Wyot's voice echoed from the void. “The Jademora Empire has always respected strength. Since you’ve come to our territory and made bold statements, you should at least make it up to us.”

His words, filled with menace and hostility, cast a heavy silence over the assembly.

Zared’s face darkened as he slowly clenched his fist. “The Jademora Empire surely wouldn’t cheat and outnumber me, right?”

Adair intervened, “The situation doesn’t call for it yet. However, I can’t guarantee that won’t happen if you don’t accept the challenge.”

With her words, tens of thousands of troops from the Xerion Dragon Army charged forward and surrounded Zared.

Zared’s heart pounded with fear but he kept it hidden. In a flash, he appeared before Jamie and said, “Alright, kid. I’ll accept your challenge. However, let’s be clear. It should be a fair fight. Life and death will be up to fate. Since you proposed it, you can’t blame me for the consequences.”

Jaime stood up and beckoned to Zared.

Enraged, Zared