The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 54 (Patreon)

Chapter 54

Upon seeing Ed Lintle's generous offer, Bru was somewhat shocked. "Third, Third Prince, you're..."

"What's wrong?" Ed Lintle looked at Bru.

Bru's face instantly turned red. "I-I'm sorry, I don't think you can't win, it's just that I can't accept your offer of twenty percent."

At this point, the announcer on the stage was already calling Ed Lintle's name. Ed Lintle was quite satisfied with this straightforward future subordinate. Without explicitly agreeing or disagreeing, he simply said, "Go ahead and place your bet."

"Yes, Third Prince."

Bru acted quickly and placed his bet before Ed Lintle even stepped onto the stage, completing the process in less than two minutes.

After placing his bet, Ed Lintle didn't interact with him anymore and leisurely walked onto the platform.

The Third Prince's original appearance was already pleasing, but due to his long-standing position and sharp, proud demeanor, he was not easy to approach. However, after switching souls, although Ed Lintle hadn't deliberately changed, he hadn't disguised himself either. His whole demeanor was slightly gentler, even when expressionless, which made him quite likable.

At this point, Ed Lintle's opponent had already taken the stage. Ogude was tall and robust, standing forty centimeters taller than Ed Lintle. 098 stared at the human who seemed even taller than the dragon, feeling a bit stunned. Wasn't this guy a bit too exaggerated?

Although Ogude didn't have a face full of muscles, his large square face and slanting eyebrows gave him a fierce aura.

Compared to him, Ed Lintle standing in front of him looked like a small lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"I bet on the Third Prince just now," a junior mage girl said, "He's really handsome."

A student from the swordsman department added, "Being handsome doesn't make the opponent surrender directly. Don't forget, in all the previous battles between mages and swordsmen of the same level, there hasn't been a single victory for the mage. Moreover, Ogude senior brother is a genius in the swordsman department. Although the Third Prince is also very powerful, I think the odds are higher for Ogude senior brother to win this match. You probably lost your bet."

"I agree. I heard that Ogude senior brother was already appointed as the Crown Prince's personal guard in his fourth year. After graduation, he will serve by the Crown Prince's side. I really envy him."

"The Third Prince is unlucky to encounter Ogude senior brother this time. Now, it's a competition in the academy. Ogude senior brother naturally won't surrender because of his identity."

...

Listening to these whispers, 098 felt that it was very wise of its host not to let the dragon come. These people's words were too offensive. If he were here, he might have transformed back to his original form before the start of the match and crushed all those who spoke ill of Ed Lintle.

But since this person was the Second Prince's man, it was self-evident how he met Ed Lintle.

This Second Prince was really sinister.

Ed Lintle seemed to completely ignore the discussions of those students, standing calmly in front of Ogude. 

"Karu Lan, junior of the Karu family, Your Highness, it's an honor to meet you," Ogude greeted Ed Lintle with a swordsman's salute.

In response to the slightly provocative greeting, Ed Lintle nodded slightly. "Ogude Rio, likewise."

"You are a junior, and as a senior, I should give way." Ogude continued, extending his hand with gentlemanly demeanor, placing his heavy sword on the ground. "I can give you three moves. If you hit me, I'll consider it my loss. How about that?"

The crowd seemed shocked by his proposal. Although swordsmen indeed had some advantages over mages in such arenas, it didn't mean mages were weak.

The supporters of the Third Prince were suddenly filled with confidence.

However, Ogude's supporters also didn't think he was exaggerating. Their expressions became even more proud.

"Senior brother Ogude is really amazing!"

"The Third Prince has always looked down on us mediocre talents. Meeting senior brother Ogude this time is really... unlucky." Suddenly realizing Ed Lintle's identity, the person who was about to say something unpleasant swallowed his words back.

The others agreed.

"Well, thank you, senior brother." Ed Lintle wasn't angry either, raising his hand and casually shooting three ice balls onto the stage. "Okay, three moves are up, please."

Bru, who had been angered just now, burst out laughing. The Third Prince was really...

Others: "... Even though they were standing far away, they could feel the mocking air coming at them.

How could Ogude not know that Ed Lintle was making fun of him? His face immediately darkened, and he wielded his giant sword, charging towards him.

Ogude's speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning. Before everyone had even regained their senses, he was already behind Ed Lintle, raising his sword.

"Watch out, Third Prince!" Bru couldn't help but exclaim in shock. Ogude obviously didn't hold back. If this move hit, even if Ed Lintle didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

Others widened their eyes. How dare he use such a heavy hand against the Third Prince! Obviously, it was not something an ordinary person would dare to do. If Ogude didn't have someone backing him, nobody would believe it.

"Host, be careful!" 098 was also surprised. It was close enough to feel the killing intent emanating from the opponent. This person was clearly aiming to kill.

What benefits did the Second Prince give him to dare to treat Ed Lintle like this?

Just as the giant sword with the sword aura of a level seven swordsman was about to fall on Ed Lintle's head, everyone had already closed their eyes. Fatalities had occurred in the academy competition before, but it was the first time they had seen someone with the status of the Imperial Third Prince. Everyone was shocked and afraid.

Ed Lintle remained calm, waving his wand and shooting out a seemingly ordinary ice ball.

Ogude, of course, saw Ed Lintle's movement, but he wasn't afraid at all. With the physique of a level seven swordsman, he wasn't afraid of ice blades, let alone such a tiny ice ball.

However, retribution soon followed. Somehow, that ice ball landed on his wrist. Ogude suddenly felt his hand go soft, almost losing grip of his sword. Although he managed to steady it in the end, that moment of hesitation caused him to lose his target.

Due to Ed Lintle's sudden disappearance, Ogude's sword strike missed its mark. Just then, he heard a sound coming from behind and tried to dodge, but he only felt a cold sensation on his shoulder.

With a bang, something fell to the ground.

Ogude lowered his head and found that it was his own arm. Looking down, beneath his right shoulder, there was nothing but a thin layer of ice covering the wound.

"Ah!" Just as everyone had closed their eyes, preparing to hear the referee announce the result, a sudden scream pierced through their eardrums.

It was Ogude's voice.

Those who had already resigned themselves to the predetermined outcome couldn't help but open their eyes, only to find that the situation on the field had somehow reversed. Ogude, who had been so arrogant just now, was now kneeling on the ground. Before him lay a completely intact and neatly cut muscular arm.

And where his right hand, which had been holding the sword, should have been, there was nothing now.

Ed Lintle stood coolly in front of Ogude, his shoes just half a step away from the severed arm. He looked down at Ogude from above, his expression unchanged. "Senior brother, thank you for conceding."

The whole arena fell silent.

After a long while, the referee finally reacted and announced, "The winner of this match is Digar Karu Lan."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into water, causing the crowd to erupt.

"Did anyone see what the Third Prince did just now?"

"This is impossible. How could a mage defeat a swordsman of the same level in such a situation? It's impossible!"

"I bet two thousand gold coins on Senior Brother Ogude, that's my entire year's living expenses! It's over, I've lost everything."

...

Ed Lintle had no interest in how these people were discussing. He gestured to Bru and then strode off the platform. The two of them walked out of the crowd, with Ed Lintle in front. "You go collect the winnings. If they refuse, mention General Kurus's name."

Although Bru was somewhat puzzled, he obediently replied, "Yes, Third Prince."

As Ed Lintle had anticipated, the protagonist had now gone from being dumbfounded by the outcome to wearing a troubled expression.

Rod had seen how Ed Lintle had acted. He hadn't expected Ed Lintle to incapacitate a level seven swordsman with just two moves. Moreover, the first move seemed somewhat similar to acupoint techniques he had seen in martial arts novels, which made him suspect that Ed Lintle might also be a time-traveler and might have come from the world of martial arts.

But now, the fact facing him was the staggering debt of twenty million gold coins.

Initially, when he learned that someone had used the core of a Wind Kite Beast as a bet, Rod thought the other party was just a fool. But he hadn't expected the Third Prince to win!

"Rod, we only made five hundred thousand gold coins this time." The elder sister of the statistician sister duo walked over, her expression not very pleasant.

Rod furrowed his brows tightly. While five hundred thousand gold coins might not be a small sum for him on ordinary days, someone had bet one million gold coins with odds of twenty. If they lost, he would be bankrupt.

Soon, Rod relaxed his brows. It was just an underground gambling event anyway, and he hadn't personally participated. He could just let go of this five hundred thousand.

Just as he made up his mind, the door was suddenly pushed open hurriedly. The person who came in was one of Rod's lackeys, also a fifth-year student at the Imperial Academy. His chubby face was now covered in sweat. "Boss, something's not right!"

"What's wrong with me?" Rod's expression was somewhat displeased.

"N-no, it's not about you." The lackey gasped for breath and took a while to regain his composure. "Boss, the junior who bet with the Wind Kite Beast core earlier said that if we don't pay, he'll report our private gambling activities to the academy."

"With so many people betting, the academy will at most give us a warning. It's fine," Rod replied calmly.

"But he also said it was General Kurus who placed the bet!"

"What?!" Rod stood up abruptly. "Say that again?" The lackey was clearly startled by Rod's reaction and repeated in a dry voice, "That junior said it was General Kurus who placed the bet."

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