The legendary warrior

Chapter 1416 Heading For The Helian Clan

'This is humiliating, but I have no choice. I have to swallow my shame, for I do not have the strength to defend myself against him yet.

Strength makes the world go round, and the weak are doomed to be oppressed. If they want to survive, they have to learn to endure.

Survival should be my priority right now because, after that, everything is possible, ' Ricky carefully reflected himself in his heart.

"Huh? I'm surprised you can still stand up. Perhaps, I'm being too charitable," remarked Lanny with a nasty smirk. As soon as he finished speaking, he put more pressure on Ricky with his domineering aura.

He was well aware that he couldn't kill Ricky while the other man was a disciple of the Misty South Palace, and especially not in such a public setting.

Thus, he traveled all the way here just to humiliate Ricky, intending to provoke the other man until he went berserk or to discourage him, at the very least. He planned to show that no matter how hard Ricky worked, he would always be superior, and Ricky's efforts would always be in vain.

Of course, Lanny went through all this effort, not because he was confident, but because he felt threatened by Ricky's talent.

Not only that, but he also believed Ricky had acquired Eli's inheritance.

Eli wasn't the best warrior in his era, but he was certainly one of the most powerful warriors at the Potentate Level.

And if Ricky possessed two spiritual potentates' inheritances, he would be an obstacle in Lanny's path. Even if he lacked talent, Lanny couldn't underestimate him. But he knew that Ricky was a genius.

That was why he had to nip this in the bud. He had to cripple Ricky before he became too strong. And he planned to do this by discouraging Ricky until he lost heart and gave up on martial arts.

Just then, a voice resonated from nowhere, carrying an energy that prevented Lanny's energy from reaching Ricky. "Lanny, the Misty South Palace is not a place for you to clown about.

As a mere mutant, you're quite daring."

The surrounding warriors who heard this cried out in disbelief, "What?! That's just Lanny's mutant?"

It seemed like the mutant had performed too well, and it had everyone convinced that it was stronger than most of the demi-saints.

And if Lanny's mutant was this strong, they could guess how much stronger Lanny himself truly was.

'It looks like only Mister Ryker can handle this Lanny guy, ' thought most of the Misty South Palace's disciples.

Meanwhile, Ricky was in despair. He found it hard to accept that even though he had cultivated for years, he still couldn't do anything against Lanny's mutant. It had already been humiliating when he succumbed to the energy the mutant sent to him, believing it was Lanny's real body, but to know that he had lost to Lanny's mutant and not even the man... The shame was indescribable.

Ricky clenched his mouth so tightly that his lips bled, and his nails dug into his palms until they created reddened quarter-moon patterns.

"This may be too much to accept right now, but the truth hurts, kid. You just have to live with it. If you can't accept it, you can never make progress.

The martial world is a cruel place for those who have failed. However, there's still hope as long as you're alive. You will always have the chance to improve and get stronger," the Dragon Intent Grass

comforted Ricky.

Hearing that pulled Ricky out of the spiral of his dark thoughts. He activated the bright ancestral spirit again, which helped him clear his mind of negative emotions.

The next moment, Ricky's eyes gradually fell closed, and he couldn't help cursing his luck. Why did this have to happen today?

"Well, well, well, look who the cat dragged in. The Third Mister!" Lanny disdainfully remarked as his gaze swept over the person who came to Ricky's aid. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Honestly, among all the disciples of the Misty South Palace, Lanny only took Ryker and the Second Mister seriously.

He didn't think the others posed a threat to him, not even the Third Mister.

The young man in front of him, the Third Mister, had a lean and toned body.

He wasn't good-looking, but the invisible wind power that continuously swept about him added to his mysterious charms. The young man looked fresh and innocent, clad in all-white clothes and a pair of white iron boots, which were rumored to be as heavy as several mountains.

"You people from the Phoenix tribe never change. You've always been so arrogant. Anyway, it doesn't matter what you want, you are not welcome here." With that, the Third Mister took a stride forward and reached Lanny.

The next instant, he lifted one foot and stomped on the ground, trampling Lanny's mutant until it vanished into thin air.

But before the mutant fully disappeared, Lanny's furious voice rang out. "Third Mister, how dare you destroy my mutant?"

"I may not be a match for your real body, but I can deal with your mutant without breaking a sweat," the Third Mister replied, sounding unimpressed.

"As for you," added the Third Mister as he turned to Steve, "are you leaving yourself? Or do you want me to see you off?" As he spoke, he leveled a sharp glare at Steve as if he was daring him to make the wrong choice.

A displeased scoff escaped from Steve's lips. But he said nothing more, knowing that he couldn't do anything. Instead, he shot Ricky a furious glare and quickly left.

Of course, Steve had expected this to happen. He knew he couldn't do anything to Ricky in the Misty South Palace, even if Lanny himself had come with him.

The important thing was that he and Lanny had gotten what they wanted.

Seeing Ricky's expression earlier, Steve figured that the other man would find it hard to get over the lesson they taught him today.

"Ricky, I don't know what happened between you and Lanny, but I hope that you can let it go no matter what he did to you. Don't live in his shadow. Trust me when I say that you are as talented as he is. You just need more time.

And in this place, you can have all the time you need,"

the Third Mister comforted Ricky through telepathy.

"Thank you, Third Mister!" Ricky thanked the other man sincerely.

"I hope that you were just faking your reactions earlier, and you aren't as affected as you pretended to be," added the Third Mister before he left.

"Ricky, remember this; the one who succeeds in the end is the real winner! So it doesn't matter how many times you fail. You will always have more chances to try again as long as you're alive. I am confident that you have a bright future ahead of you," Neil and the Fourth Mister added through telepathy as well.

"Thank you, everyone! I appreciate your kind words," Ricky replied, genuinely thankful for their words that soothed him like a comforting balm.

"These misters of the Misty South Palace are truly kind-hearted, and they are willing to give you a chance to stand up for yourself. I guess that's why they didn't come to your aid immediately," the Dragon Intent Grass chimed in at this moment.

"I know..." Ricky nodded.

This was how Ricky's crisis came to an end.

For Ricky, the experience brought boon and bane to him equally.

He could admit that after he defeated Fernando with a mutant's power, he put on airs a little. The six- month cultivation had helped him improve, but the victory also brought him to the brink of arrogance. This crisis, brought about by Lanny's mutant, could be a reminder, warning him to be a humble person.

It brought him back down from the clouds since it made him realize he was still too weak.

After two days, Ricky's mind state had gone back to its normal state, and he was fully prepared to head for the Helian Clan with Amelia.

"My mind is set at ease when I sensed your state and mindset. I'm confident that you've gotten over the hurdle that Lanny made. If you hadn't, I would have to follow you to the Helian Clan myself," Mordechai said to Ricky.

"Mordechai, you should know me well by now. Do you think I will lose heart just from that?" answered Ricky with a smirk. "You and Claire should stay here and focus on your cultivation. If you need more cultivation resources, you can ask more from those disciples who want me to make weapons for them. Tell them that if they provide what you need, I will only ask them to pay three times the fee for the casting materials. I think that might make them more open to catering to your needs."

"Well, good friend, I look forward to seeing you again. I hope by that time you will be a Sage Level casting master." Mordechai bade him goodbye warmly.

"Take care of yourself. I'm sure those forces after you won't give up so easily. Besides, Lanny sent his mutant to come for you, which means he sees you as a threat to him now. He would likely try to kill you in secret," Claire warned him with a concerned expression.

"Don't worry, I won't get myself killed. I have too many plans that would go to waste if I die," Ricky reassured her.

Soon after that, Ricky and Amelia went on their way to the Helian Clan.

The Short Human tribe considered four continents as their home. They had no top warriors, as most of them focused on casting and had mastered it enough to be brilliant casting masters. Thus, even though they didn't have any fighting capability, all tribes on the continent respected them.

Except for those in the remote places, the members of the Short Human tribe received much respect and prestige.

In particular, the Helian Clan was the most influential clan of the Short Human tribe in the Misty South.

And they lived on the south-eastern side of the Free Palace.