"So, you have access to a great deal of resources."
The young man, who had been ready to enjoy the sight of Velin humbly begging for his forgiveness, froze mid-smile at those words.
"Or does your status just sound impressive, while you're actually a pauper?"
The young man flushed. His pride overwhelmed his reason, and he declared arrogantly, "How could a barbarian from some remote wilderness possibly understand the resources at my disposal?"
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Velin immediately said, "In that case, how about a wager?"
"You think you're worthy of making a wager with me?" The young man looked at Velin arrogantly, his face full of disdain.
Velin waved a hand and took a Legendary-tier longsword out of his Space Equipment. "I'll stake this. Do you dare make a wager with me?"
The spectators around them promptly backed away several meters.
Before he had produced the longsword, they had been watching this Black-haired Youth make a fool of himself. But once he brought it out, they knew the Blue-haired Youth was about to become the joke instead.
As objective, impartial spectators, stepping back a few meters to clear the stage was only proper.
With hundreds upon thousands of eyes focused on him, the young man felt cornered. He had just called this man a barbarian, only for him to produce a Legendary Weapon that even he did not own.
The attendant beside him could not help whispering, "Young Master, perhaps we should let this go."
The young man slapped his attendant. Faced with a choice between saving face and protecting his interests, he chose to gamble.
Producing that longsword only proved that the man owned a weapon of that tier. It did not prove he had any connection to the fleet of starships overhead, which