Enemies I Have Defeated Have Never Been Worthy of Being My Rivals!

Jiang Bai straightened his collar, stood up from his chair, stepped onto the red carpet, and walked step by step up to the high platform in the center.

Jiang Bai stood firmly in the center of the high platform.

The thunderous applause from the audience fell silent in an instant. Thousands of top mages and nobles of the kingdom held their breath, waiting for the savior's golden words.

Jiang Bai casually put his hands in his suit trouser pockets, looked down at the dark mass of people, and his mind was completely blank.

Jiang Bai didn't bother to improvise a single word of those empty, pretentious speeches.

Jiang Bai walked up to the magical amplification crystal and spoke casually.

"I'm too lazy to talk about grand principles; they're too boring for everyone to listen to."

"Since the king insists on having me go through the motions, let's find a simpler and more direct approach."

"If you have any questions, just raise your hand and ask. I'll pick a few to answer, then we'll call it a day and go to sleep."

The unusual speech that was given on stage spread throughout the hall.

Members from various guilds below the stage exchanged bewildered glances.

After a brief silence, Sting, the White Dragon mage at the front of the Sabertooth camp, suddenly raised his right hand high.

Sting stepped forward and asked loudly, his expression urgent.

"Jiang Bai! How did your strength... become so powerful?!"

Upon hearing this, the air in the entire banquet hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Sting asked the ultimate secret that everyone present wanted to know.

Whether it was Jura and Lyon from Lamia Scale, or Ichiyo and Kagura from Blue Pegasus and Mermaid Heel, or even King Toma and the royal courtiers, they all pricked up their ears, afraid of missing any key syllables.

With a physical body capable of withstanding dragon attacks, unfathomable magical power, and an endless array of techniques, what kind of brutal, inhuman training led to the creation of this monstrous physique?

However, at the Fairy Tail table, the reactions of the people were completely different.

Gray covered his face with one hand and sighed deeply. Natsu pursed his lips, Makarov rolled his eyes and poured wine, while Lucy and Levy a glance, their faces filled with a numb "I knew it would turn out like this" expression.

On the high platform, Jiang Bai glanced sideways at Sting, then pulled a hand out of his pocket and picked at his ear.

"Huh? Isn't strength something that just improves on its own by closing your eyes and sleeping every day?"

The main hall was deathly silent.

Sting's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he stood frozen in place, mouth agape.

The other mages from the guilds below the stage were completely blank, utterly unable to process this absurd answer.

Gray took a big gulp of ale from the audience and muttered under his breath.

"I knew it! Every time I ask this bastard how he got stronger, he always has that smug, punchable tone!"

"If the entire guild weren't united and still couldn't defeat him, we'd show him what the wrath of the masses is like today!"

Sting sat back down, looking dejected. The other guild leaders were speechless, their faces turning red with embarrassment, and for a moment no one dared to continue the conversation.

Just when the game was at a stalemate.

A middle-aged man in the front row of the audience, wearing a badge that Sorcerer Weekly Reporter, quickly raised the magical quill pen in his hand.

The reporter quickly stepped forward, held up the miniature sound -Magic Crystal, and boldly asked in a loud voice.

"Lord Jiang Bai, according to what you just said, are you implying that you have never actually undergone rigorous training?!"

When the reporter followed up with a question, Jiang Bai shook his head slightly and stated the most straightforward facts.

No, you've misunderstood.

Jiang Bai remained calm and offered further explanation.

"What I mean is, even if I just lie in bed and sleep all day, my strength will naturally increase wildly over time."

"And if I spend a little time actively cultivating, my strength will increase ten or even a hundred times faster than when I'm sleeping."

The reporter gasped, his quill pen flying across the parchment, leaving afterimages.

Immediately, the reporter's mind raced, and he keenly sensed an opportunity to create an explosive news story, so he immediately threw out the next, even more pointed and deadly question.

"Then, Lord Jiang Bai! Since you usually spend a lot of time sleeping and relaxing,"

"Aren't you ever worried that while you're asleep and letting your guard down, other genius mages of your generation will one day surpass you through double the hard work?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were once again fixed on Jiang Bai's face.

This is a sharp question that directly challenges the dignity and bottom line of the strong.

Upon hearing this question, Jiang Bai, who was standing in the center of the platform, slightly composed himself.

Jiang Bai looked down at the reporters below the stage, inwardly praising this reporter for being sensible.

Jiang Bai originally just wanted to finish his meal quietly and leave tonight, and had no intention of putting on airs or acting pretentiously in front of the royal family.

But this reporter somehow managed to build a perfect stage for his own performance.

The opportunity has been presented to you; if you don't seize it now, when will you?

Jiang Bai straightened his back, put his hands back in his suit pockets, and exuded an aura of indifference and superiority.

The gentle sound, amplified by a magical sound-amplifying array, resonated clearly throughout every corner of the Hisui Banquet Hall.

"Those who are defeated by me are never considered my opponents."

Jiang Bai looked down at the crowd below the stage and stated the facts.

I'll give you time to catch up.

"Until you can no longer see them."

The moment the words left his mouth.

The entire magnificent banquet hall fell into absolute stillness.

There was no passionate Roar, no loud boasting, only the ultimate contempt and confidence.

When the top experts on the mainland get together, all they talk about is crude and shallow competitive rhetoric like "I'm very strong," "I'm the best in the world," and "I'm stronger than you."

Who has ever been able to utter such an arrogant and domineering declaration so casually?

Those who were defeated by me, were they ever considered my opponents?

No matter how hard you try to catch up, the final result will be that you can never even catch up to his back.

Sting and Rogue of Sabertooth slumped in their chairs, staring blankly at the figures on the platform, their minds in turmoil.

Jura his hands together, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply, no longer harboring any desire to win.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the reporters from dozens of newspapers accompanying the group in the audience went completely wild.

The quill pen scraped against the parchment with a sharp, piercing sound, ink splattering everywhere, as each reporter frantically transcribed the golden quote word for word with trembling fingers.

Front page headline!

This is absolutely a powerful and influential quote that will shake the entire continent and cause the next issue of the weekly magazine to sell out completely!

Standing on the high platform, Jiang Bai didn't even bother to look at the reactions of the crowd below after saying those words.

Jiang Bai leaped and landed gracefully on the ground from the two-meter-high platform.

She naturally reached out and took the hands of Erza and Mirajane, who had been waiting for her.

Jiang Bai yawned, strode through the crowd, and strolled towards the banquet entrance.

"Alright, let's end it here! Ciao~"