"Hmm?"
Jelal froze for a moment, staring at Zhou Haoyu in disbelief.
He hadn't misheard, had he?
This guy actually intended to challenge him?
Even if he was the strongest in the National Pavilion, whether he could defeat Hibbert was still uncertain.
After all, Hibbert was a member of the National Team, and their England team had always been one of the top squads in history.
Defeating a National Pavilion participant was completely effortless.
"Fuck, say that again if you've got the guts."
Hibbert's eyes blazed with anger. Although his strength ranked lower within the team, he was still a National Pavilion Mage.
And a formal member of the England team!
Just a single Pavilion player, and yet he dared to look down on him—where did he get the courage?!
Jelal reached out to stop Hibbert, who was about to strike, then said solemnly:
"I am the captain of the England team. Are you sure you want to duel me?"
"Yes."
"You're just a Pavilion player and yet you dare to challenge our captain—how arrogant! I could easily crush you."
Hibbert sneered.
Even as a team member, he didn't fully know Jelal's strength.
That terrifyingly powerful Summoning system alone already surpassed most of the team.
"Sorry, I have no intention of attacking. You can pick someone else as your opponent."
Though Jelal was curious about Zhou Haoyu's strength, as captain he had to consider the team.
Besides, this person in front of him didn't feel like a Pavilion participant.
Zhou Haoyu frowned. If Jelal refused to fight, then he'd have to wait until the Venice tournament for an opportunity.
"Hey, are you going to fight or not?" Hibbert asked, displeased.
Zhou Haoyu glanced at him and instantly teleported onto the stage, beckoning him with a finger.
"Hurry up. I still have to treat someone to dinner later."
Hearing this insolent remark, Hibbert nearly exploded with anger.
Not only was he being called weak, but this guy even wanted to cozy up to their Duchess.
"Space System!"
Jelal's face showed a flicker of surprise. A High-level Space System—there was no way this was a Pavilion participant.
Could he be a hired external fighter?
Ayleen's golden eyes flashed with interest, her curiosity about Zhou Haoyu growing.
Meanwhile, as Hibbert stepped onto the stage, he quickly traced a violet star map.
He immediately unleashed a Level 3 Thunderbolt. Terrifying violet lightning struck above Zhou Haoyu's head, its momentum overwhelming, the dense bolts covering a large area.
"Playing with lightning in front of me?"
A sly smile curled at Zhou Haoyu's lips. Besides Space System, his Lightning System had already reached High-Tier Level 2.
Most importantly, his Profound Yang Golden Lightning was an elite Great Soul Seed Type!
"Come, Thunder!"
Zhou Haoyu showed no intention of dodging. Golden lightning flared across his body as he caught the dense Thunderbolt with one hand.
All the lightning's energy was absorbed, and immediately, an even stronger, terrifying Thunderbolt crashed toward Hibbert.
Compared to Hibbert's scattered lightning, this bolt was more condensed, like a single lightning arrow slicing through the sky, radiating dazzling golden light.
"Soul Seed!!"
Hibbert's pupils shrank, his face filled with shock.
This person's main system wasn't Space System?
First a High-level Space System, and now a Lightning System with a Soul Seed—are you telling me this is a Pavilion participant?
In the audience, Bai Dongwei noticed the strange gazes from the other England team members and felt slightly embarrassed.
Zhou Haoyu really had no restraint. If word got out, it would be mortifying!
Hibbert's main system was Light, and he had reached High-level, but unlike Zhao Manyan, he couldn't use Luminous Fall as a defensive spell.
Facing this High-level Lightning attack, Hibbert could only summon his Armor Artifact to endure it.
The next moment, Hibbert was sent flying without any resistance, his Armor Artifact severely damaged.
One move, instantly defeated!
"Teacher Bai, please have a healing Mage tend to him."
Zhou Haoyu said to Bai Dongwei in the audience.
Bai Dongwei was about to find a healing Mage when Jelal spoke up, "No need, our team has a healing Mage."
Jelal felt a hint of regret; if he could spar with such a young powerhouse, it would help his cultivation later.
Under the England team's healing Mage, Hibbert's injuries recovered rapidly.
The Armor Artifact absorbed most of the damage, and as a Lightning Mage, Hibbert's injuries weren't severe.
Jelal walked up to Zhou Haoyu seriously and said, "Looking forward to facing you in Venice."
Jelal didn't care about Zhou Haoyu's identity; a Pavilion medal wasn't important for the England team.
"If you're willing, we can spar now." Zhou Haoyu said.
Jelal's secondary system was Chaos, and he had likely reached High-level in three systems—an impressive opponent.
Most importantly, only by defeating Jelal in a one-on-one duel could Zhou Haoyu unlock his treasure chest.
Jelal was slightly tempted but shook his head. "The main course is more fun at the end."
Zhou Haoyu raised an eyebrow. This guy really was proud—but deservedly so.
Looking at his talent alone, almost no one could compare with Jelal.
Zhou Haoyu ignored Jelal's provocation and approached Ayleen. "I know a very good restaurant nearby. Are you interested?"
"Sure, I'm a little hungry anyway," Ayleen replied with a smile.
She had always been curious about Chinese cuisine.
Jelal saw Zhou Haoyu ignoring him and turning to court Ayleen, and his expression soured.
But he couldn't do anything; the Duchess had already agreed.
"Wait for me a moment."
Saying this, Zhou Haoyu walked toward Dongfang Lie.
Since he couldn't unlock Jelal or Aileen's treasure chests yet, he had to start with Dongfang Lie's.
Dongfang Lie saw Zhou Haoyu approaching and was immediately confused.
It was their first meeting; they had no prior connection.
"Captain," Dongfang Lie greeted respectfully.
Pavilion participants were basically substitutes for the National Team, rarely getting to fight unless replacing someone eliminated.
"Little Lie, I see your Fire System has already reached a bottleneck. You're just one step away," Zhou Haoyu said.
Dongfang Lie didn't mind the nickname "Little Lie" and nodded grimly.
His family had allocated him the Galaxy Vein, but his breakthrough had failed.
Had it succeeded, he might have entered the National Team ahead of Lu Yilin.
"Cultivation alone isn't enough—you need a bit of stimulation."
"Stimulation?"
"Can't explain it in a few words. How about we spar?"
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