"Wait! What did you just say?"

"Oh my goodness! Who is this guy? Her Highness, the Goddess, said he is her fiancé!!"

"How could Her Highness, the Goddess, be interested in someone like him?!"

The crowd, in an uproar, couldn't believe it. After all, Ren was the heir of the Pein family, with incredible talent and the potential to rise to power at such a young age. And he was also the disciple of the Wind Sword Saint, one of the seven Sword Saints of the Adventurer's Guild. However, even with such a background, compared to Long Momo, anyone else would only be considered a relatively decent suitor. But what about Bexia? How could he compare to Ren?

Looking at this black-haired boy who suddenly showed up, dressed in ordinary and unremarkable clothes, though not bad-looking, Bexia seemed like a naive and immature young man. The fact that he looked quite young with a somewhat childish face only confirmed that impression!

No matter how you looked at it, Ren seemed to be a better match for Long Momo.

At this moment, Ren's face turned pale, his gaze full of resentment fixed on Bexia, as if he wanted to devour him alive. On the other hand, Bexia, still lying there in shock, looked confused. Was Long Momo using him as a pawn?

"Why, Momo?... Even if you want to reject me, there's no need to bring in a random person just to deal with me! There's no need to deceive me like this. What does this boy have that's worth your attention?" Ren spotted Bexia and, suppressing his anger, said calmly.

"I'm not joking with you. He is my fiancé!" Long Momo said affectionately, planting a kiss on Bexia's cheek.

"Sis Dragon, what are you doing?"

"Never mind that for now. This guy has been pursuing me for a long time, but he lives a decadent life behind his back. He's just a scumbag... And I wasn't planning on getting married so early!" Long Momo whispered to Bexia in a voice only they could hear.

This intimate gesture made Ren furious. He shouted at Long Momo, "Stop pretending! Even if you want to reject me, at least find someone stronger than me! Are you deliberately upsetting me by bringing this countryside brat here?"

"Ren, you're overthinking it. I don't have time to deliberately upset you. Bexia is not inferior to you in any way!" Long Momo said, with a hint of redness on her face. In the minds of many present, thoughts of adult matters began to arise, especially with Long Momo blushing. It was hard for them not to fantasize about certain things.

"Since that's the case, I propose a duel. Let's settle our differences through strength, and the loser must leave." Ren, now quite angry, drew his thin sword from his waist. A green aura wrapped around the blade, and his clothes rustled with a fierce momentum.

"What are you trying to do?" Long Momo protected Bexia behind her, glaring at Ren.

"If you're a man, then duel with me!" Ren pointed his sword at Bexia. "Don't hide behind a woman!"

"Is that so? Then give it a try!" Long Momo's gaze also became dangerous.

"Sis Dragon, let me handle it!" Bexia patted Long Momo's shoulder and walked in front of Ren.

"First of all, I want to make one thing clear. I'm going to duel with you not because of the bet you just mentioned, but because I want to teach you a lesson, so that you understand what it means to respect others!" Bexia slowly drew his weapon and said, "Sis Dragon is not an object that can be decided by a bet. It's her freedom to choose who she likes!"

"Bexia, you..." Long Momo, standing behind, couldn't help but feel moved. To be honest, what made Bexia most approachable was his equal treatment of everyone. He didn't discriminate against others based on whether they were nobles, commoners, or beggars. It was this characteristic that made Bexia quite popular in the academy.

"Nonsense! I'll show you!"

"Who said my disciple will be shown?" Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd, and a path automatically cleared. Hearing the familiar voice and seeing the person, Bexia couldn't help but be stunned.

"How did you come, old man!" Bexia exclaimed in surprise. He remembered that Bor had been studying some magic improvements in the laboratory before. According to Bor's habits, it was impossible for him to come out without fully researching it. But this was too fast!

"You punk, what's your name? Pay attention when so many people are around!" Bor's voice opened with a tone that only the two of them could hear.

"Yes, yes, yes! Teacher, why did you come?" Bexia glanced around. There were indeed quite a few people, so he decided to give this old man some face.

"My god! It's actually 'King of Explosion' Bor! We're so lucky to have him at this banquet. We actually get to see him in person!"

"No wonder Her Royal Highness was interested in that person. It turns out he is an apprentice of the King of Explosion!"

"Yes! Yes! No wonder that person doesn't care about Lyan. Compared to the King of Explosion, the Pein family is nothing. Their identities are as different as heaven and earth."

"Now Lyan is in trouble. Even if the Sword Saint of the Gale comes, he will have to apologize courteously."

"I knew there was something special about that person from the beginning!"

As they discussed, Bexia listened in disbelief. No wonder they said high society was hypocritical to the extreme. It wasn't without reason. These people were originally on Lyan's side, but now that Bor appeared, they immediately started praising Bexia.

"Who said my disciple is good-looking?" Bor swept his gaze around. Under the title of the King of Explosion, even if it was just a glance, it was enough to make people tremble. The entire banquet instantly fell silent.

"This... Bor, sir, I didn't manage my son well. Please spare Lyan!" One of the middle-aged men who came in behind Bor spoke up. He was the one with the least fat, and he was the one the Pein family wanted to succeed in power. He was also Lyan's father, Rode Pein!

"What do you think, Bexia?" Bor asked casually.

"I have no problem. Just make sure he doesn't bother Sis Dragon from now on!" Bexia didn't expect Bor to have a decent side, at least he didn't look like a madman as usual.

"Since Bexia said so, do what he says. Also, compensate my disciple for his mental damages!"

"Thank you, Bor, sir, for your generosity. I will definitely compensate him!" Rhode said gratefully, his clothes soaked with tears, until Bor's figure disappeared into the depths of the courtyard. The entire banquet returned to normal.