Samuel Barton's gentle voice sounded outside the tent. I hurriedly responded and walked out.

“At lunch, I saw you were training, so I didn’t disturb you. But if you don’t eat dinner, you’ll have no strength to train tomorrow.” He didn’t ask about the long blade Guyue, and of course, I wasn’t about to bring it up myself.

Although I felt a bit guilty, I managed to appear calm, thanked him, and walked side by side with him toward the training camp’s cafeteria. Fang Lingxue had said there were currently 185 people in the rookie training camp, and counting the four of us, that made about 200. When I saw the cafeteria packed with burly men, I felt a bit overwhelmed.

“Aren’t there any people here around my age or build? Why are they all built like Leonard Wolf?” I spotted Jack, who, at over 170 centimeters tall, would normally be considered quite tall, but here he looked like a shorty. Leonard Wolf was sitting right next to him, the two of them occupying a table.

When Samuel Barton led me over, some not-so-friendly guys deliberately tried to provoke us. But the bald instructor, Weir, managed things well—these people only taunted us verbally, and no one actually tried to start a fight.

The table was already laden with a feast, a mix of Chinese and Western dishes. The main courses were rice rolls and bread, with sides of greasy roast turkey and stir-fried lentils.

I hadn’t eaten all day and had been practicing sword techniques for hours, so I was completely drained and starving. I grabbed the food in front of me and devoured it ravenously.

Leonard Wolf saw the way I was eating and burst out laughing before saying, “King! Let me tell you some good news. I just arranged a duel with another small team. The winning side gets all the opponent’s cards and treasures. As for the losers…” He made a slashing gesture across his neck, his face still twisted in a menacing grin.

I nearly choked to death on a piece of roast turkey. It had only been a few hours, and this bastard had already set up a duel. Doesn’t he know I hate it when people make plans for me?

When Jack’s somewhat sluggish gaze settled on me, that chilling sense of dread returned. Afraid he’d see through my paper-thin bravado, I stiffened my neck and slowly nodded.

Chapter 15: A Simple Victory

“Do we have any info on the opponents?” I asked casually.

Samuel Barton smiled faintly and said, “There are seven of them. We drew lots to decide who would have one less opponent. I’ve looked into their info—at least five of them have level-five or higher cards, and the other two are weak idiots.”

I almost blurted out, “Give those two idiots to me!” But a last shred of reason told me not to do something so stupid. If they found out I was also a weak idiot, neither Jack nor Leonard Wolf would hesitate to take me out first. Likewise, Samuel Barton would definitely want his long blade Guyue back.

“You guys draw lots and just tell me who my opponent is. When’s the duel?”

“After dinner! And we’ve already drawn lots. You only have one opponent—the guy with powered armor, probably the strongest among them. Here’s the duel contract, sign it.”

Leonard Wolf laughed gleefully, and I immediately understood—they’d left the toughest opponent for me. “Bastards, cheating while I wasn’t around. But even if I was, I probably couldn’t have changed the outcome!”

After opening the Book of Demons, a page for the demon’s contract slowly formed into a life-and-death team duel document. The terms were simple: my opponent was called Remington. Whoever died in the duel would have all their belongings inherited by the other side. If, after the first round, both sides still had survivors, the remaining members would fight again… until one team was wiped out.

After filling my stomach about eighty percent full, I got up coldly and left. Leonard Wolf’s expression changed, and he shouted, “Where are you going?” I answered without hesitation, “The bathroom!”

Leonard Wolf immediately howled, shouting with mock humor, “Do you have a habit of jerking off before a duel? That’s not good! Next time, let me find you a girl instead!”

Everyone who heard Leonard Wolf’s words burst out laughing. I was so frustrated I could explode. When a sleazy-looking guy at the next table spread his arms to block me and shouted, “I’m willing to offer you my ass!” I snapped and kicked the bastard hard in the groin.

With a tenfold strength card and over forty points of internal energy, my kick packed over a thousand kilos of force. The sleazy guy was completely unprepared, so both he and his chair went flying five meters away.

He tumbled twice in midair and landed on the ground without making a sound, completely motionless.

The room instantly fell silent. The six people at his table jumped to their feet, and Leonard Wolf, Jack, and Samuel Barton immediately stood behind me. Even though these companions weren’t exactly reliable, their gesture still gave me some comfort.