Velita froze for a moment, then a trace of sighing appeared in her eyes. "Don't worry. If you're in danger later, someone will definitely step in. His level is far above yours, and he has a large number of magical items on him, so..."
Listening to Velita, Li slowly shook his head. "It doesn't matter. No matter how many magical items he has, wouldn't it be fine as long as he can't activate them?"
Before long, Li was notified that he would be heading to the dueling arena on the top floor of Ankhseram Temple in half an hour.
Within Ankhseram Temple, the usual way of settling disputes was through money. Whoever could make the other party accept sufficient compensation was considered the winner. Of course, since ancient times, the one with the stronger fist had been the boss. You could challenge anyone, but only if their strength was not more than two levels below yours.
After all, at level ten, a gap of two levels was practically an intellectual crushing.
Of course, if the gap in strength between the two sides was not great and the other party challenged you to a duel but you refused, then without question, your cowardice would be discussed by many people for a long time.
Li did not consider any of that at all. He merely wanted to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.
As for Velita, she had already made up her mind. If anything happened to Li later, she would definitely be the first to act. Lick a toilet? Disdain welled up in Velita's eyes. No matter what level Taro's strength actually was, his brain was clearly below the average human standard.
Who was Li? Lord Ankhseram's student. If Li licked a toilet, did Taro still expect to leave this