Unlike the others, who disliked Solam, the old knight Ai Newman did not have such a bad impression of him. Solam was indeed arrogant, but considering he possessed such strength at his age, anyone would be arrogant.
Ai Newman was already over a hundred years old. Even by legendary standards, he was quite advanced in years. (Melee-class professionals were at a severe disadvantage when it came to lifespan. Even after becoming Legends, they could live only a little over two hundred years; those who reached three hundred were exceedingly rare.)
His life experience had brought him into contact with countless people and events, so Solam's bad temper meant little to him. Young people were supposed to be high-spirited, after all.
That was why he truly hesitated at Solam's request. He was willing to duel Solam mostly because he hoped Solam would stop causing unnecessary harm. Those knights were young people too.
The older one grew, the softer one's heart naturally became toward the young. At least, in Ai Newman's eyes, this entire dispute was simply too childish.
"I..."
The old knight had just been about to offer some advice, but Solam gave him no such chance. A burst of magical light suddenly erupted from Solam's body! Then the void around the old knight abruptly began to twist!
Invisible ripples began spreading outward from Solam!
The old knight suddenly sensed an unprecedented danger!
"Boom!" The old knight stomped down hard! The ground beneath his feet instantly shattered, while he himself vanished in an instant and reappeared thirty meters away!
"Prescott Spatial Chaos Blades!"
The spell Solam had just used was one found in the tomb of Karsus's apprentice. It was immensely powerful, and its activation left no obvious casting trace. Anyone insensitive to spatial fluctuations could very easily be caught by