Wizard Immortal

Chapter 367 Challenge

Within the quiet courtyard, a faint sound of footsteps began to emerge, gradually becoming clearer and more distinct, the entire process appearing clear and orderly.

As he listened to the voices, Nesser's expression gradually stiffened. He felt as if countless people were surrounding him from all directions, disrupting his senses. It was as if enemies were everywhere around him, filling him with a sense of terror.

After the sound completely disappeared, he realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat, which brought him a chill.

At some unknown moment, a young man's figure quietly appeared behind him. He was dressed in a simple white robe, looking like an ordinary doctor, but his appearance was exceptionally handsome, making people want to take a second look.

"you···"

Seeing Adir suddenly appear behind him, Nesser's voice was hoarse, all his pride and smugness replaced by raw fear: "When...?"

"I've been standing here the whole time." Standing still, looking at the young man before him, Adir's expression remained calm as he simply gazed at him. "What do you want from me?"

Nesser stood up, raised his head, and looked at Adir: "I thought that after that battle, even if you weren't dead, you would be left with incurable aftereffects, which is why you're hiding in this corner in seclusion."

"Now it seems I was wrong."

His eyes were solemn as he looked at Adir before him and uttered these words.

Adir didn't say anything to this, he just stared at the other person quietly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

After a long silence, Nesser spoke again, looking solemnly at Adir and saying, "I have come to declare war on you."

"Start a war?" Adir frowned slightly.

"Three months from now, the Crimson Knight will arrive in Maran." Taking a deep breath, Nesser spoke again: "I issue this challenge on his behalf. The final battle will take place outside the city of Katutan three months from now."

"The Crimson Knight Heramar?" Upon hearing this, Adir frowned even more deeply.

Heramar, the Crimson Knight, was also a legendary knight.

Legend has it that this knight was once a prince of a small country, which was destroyed due to the power struggle between several empires.

But this prince was extremely talented. After the fall of his country, he vowed revenge and eventually joined the Turing Cult, becoming its first guardian knight, a position he held for over three hundred years.

"Heramar!" Upon hearing the title "Red Spirit Knight" from afar, Sisley's face turned icy, and the killing intent brewing in her heart suddenly erupted, almost uncontrollable.

Beside her, several knights from the Dekar Empire, including Dekar, also had an uncontrollable killing intent in their eyes, as if they harbored a deep and unfathomable hatred for this person.

Adir was not surprised by their reaction.

Despite the lack of information over the past three years, Adir was not entirely unaware of outside news through his own channels.

About two years ago, the Crimson Knight Heramar launched a surprise attack on the border of the Dekhara Empire, single-handedly slaughtering the entire border fortress and forcing the then-King of Dekhara to fight him in a decisive battle.

Needless to say, the final result of the decisive battle was that King Dekala was no match for the Turing Knight. It is said that he was severely injured within thirty moves and his fate remains unknown to this day.

The outcome of this battle resulted in the devastating destruction of the Dekhara Empire, with even King Dekhara himself remaining in a coma to this day.

Having had such an experience, Sisley and the others probably wished they could kill the Crimson Knight as soon as possible, so naturally they wouldn't have a pleasant expression.

"A challenge me?" After a moment of silence, Adir calmly asked, "What if I refuse?"

"Of course, you have the right to refuse." Nesser waved his hand. "After all, the world is so big. If you really want to leave, unless our Emperor intervenes, no one can stop you."

"However... given the Red Spirit Knight's temperament, if he can't find you, I'm afraid his next step will be to directly challenge King Maran, or even Princess Elina." He looked at Adir and spoke quietly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"I suppose this is your true purpose," Adir said calmly to Nesser.

"Of course," Nesser nodded. "I'm not afraid to tell you, Your Excellency."

"King Guno, King Dekara, and Prince Solal of the Maran Empire—these people are all dead." Nesser said calmly, his face filled with regret, as he called out the names of those who were at least Radiant Knights: "They were all killed by the Crimson Spirit Knights."

"Solar is dead too?" Adir frowned, somewhat surprised.

"He was too arrogant, wanted too much, and simply didn't have the strength, so he was personally dealt with by the Crimson Knight in no more than ten moves," Nesser explained, then continued, "Three months later, it will be King Maran and Princess Elina."

"If you are willing to go, then three months from now, you will take their place in the final battle against the Crimson Knights."

"But if you're unwilling to go, then the final result might not be what you want."

With a stiff smile, he gave Adir a final knightly salute: "The stage is ready for you."

"If you're willing, use this stage to announce your return."

After saying this, he finally smiled and then left with a flourish, completely exposing his back to Adir and the others.

Seeing this scene, many people in front of Adir showed murderous intent, but after glancing at Adir standing there and the large number of knights beside Nesser, they ultimately did not make a move.

"interesting."

Standing there, watching Nesser's figure disappear from sight, Adir finally smiled.

At this moment, deep within his soul, a faint sense of heat was rising, like a fire burning and constantly expanding.

As for Adir, after more than three years, the growth rate of his boundary energy, which had slowed down, suddenly began to surge, and the previously slow growth rate accelerated all at once.

"It seems we've gotten involved in some major event."

Feeling the changes in his body, Adir smiled, then turned and walked towards the training ground next to him.

"Teacher!" Monla's voice rang out from behind.

He shouted there, asking Adir, "Are you really going?"

"Of course." Adir paused, then a clear voice came from ahead: "Let's set off in three days."

As soon as he finished speaking, he continued walking forward without the slightest hesitation.

Behind him, Monla quietly watched his back, recalling the scenes they had shared, her feelings a mix of emotions.

(End of this chapter)