Peril

A duel, in theory, allowed each side to use whatever tricks they had.

But most of the time, duelists still had to save face—if they had no shame, they could just ambush someone. Why bother with a duel?

Using poison in a duel was already going too far.

Of course, one could barely justify it by saying something like, "I'm an alchemist."

If one said, "I'm an array master," then winning with an array meant using an array disk carried on one's person, not setting up the formation in advance.

Without fairness, what was the point of calling it a duel?

If that were allowed, couldn't someone simply say, "I'm the chief steward," and summon a bunch of underlings to help?

So in everyone's eyes, Duke Yongyi's and North Garden Earl's side was being utterly shameless.

But clearly, status limited people's imagination. When those in high positions truly abandoned all shame, integrity became a stranger from then on.

As soon as the grand formation activated, three people suddenly darted out from the distant crowd of spectators. Two were Advanced Martial Masters, while the third hovered in midair. He was another Innate Expert—strange, why had the word "another" come to mind?

Several county soldiers maintaining order nearby stepped forward. "Please wait, you three..."

"Get lost!" The Innate Expert raised a hand and sent two county soldiers tumbling.

One of the Advanced Martial Masters shouted, "Marvelous Hands Pavilion seeks revenge! All uninvolved parties, disperse at once. Do not bring trouble upon yourselves!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar. A sneaky, underhanded organization like this actually dared to appear openly before the public?

Marvelous Hands Pavilion truly had a terrible reputation, so everyone turned their gazes toward the two nobles.

North Garden Earl and the heir merely held their teacups, not even glancing