Alpha Reborn!

As Eric's shameless behavior unfolded before their very eyes, the onlookers were left stunned and taken aback. The sheer audacity with which he conducted himself was enough to make even the most shameless individuals blush with embarrassment.

"You have got to be kidding me," one of the bystanders muttered, shaking their head in disbelief. They felt as if they have been betrayed, as if what they have seen in the silver screen was nothing but fake. "Is this the true face of the idol I looked up to? I am a fool for stanning him."

"I can't believe he would do something like this," another chimed in, their voice filled with equal parts shock and disdain.

But despite the disapproving glances and murmurs of the crowd, Eric remained unfazed.

With a smug grin on his face, he continued to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary, shamelessly flaunting his disregard for social norms. It was as if he had no shame at all, as if he were impervious to the judgments and opinions of those around him, and at this moment, as he stood there, unrepentant and shameless, Eric seemed almost larger than life, a force to be reckoned with in his own right.

"Eric has already opened all his soul pockets and is already an awakened. His Highness, on the other hand, is yet to undergo the Soul Plate awakening. How dare he challenge him with a straight face? He has absolutely no shame!" Ylva exclaimed, clearly baffled by Eric's audacity.

Annika chimed in, "He must have skin as thick as a rhino's!"

Vikhilk added, "Even if His Highness refuses the challenge, his reputation won't be affected. Eric has only succeeded in making a fool of himself."

The crowd joined in, cursing Eric for his shameless behavior.

Evan stood with his arms folded, watching Eric with a raised eyebrow. "A Duel of Obedience? What makes you think a shameless bastard like you is worthy of that honor?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

Eric's expression twisted in anger as Evan's words struck him where it hurt the most.

After all, what he said was the truth.

Eric's mother was a prostitute who had become pregnant by the head of the Frostweavers. Although the empire's law allowed for the disposal of fetuses in such situations, the Frost Clan, with its motto of cherishing life, did not allow it. Moreover, Eric's mother was a high-profile prostitute who was desperate to escape her current life and live a life of luxury. She constantly pestered the members of the clan, who had made the mistake of letting her in to protect the child in her womb. Fed up with her behavior, they threw her to her husband, Eric's father, to let him deal with the trouble he had caused. Of course, they warned that he must ensure the child's survival. Thus, he couldn't raise a hand against her, despite wanting to. And once the child was born, her position was further solidified. The shrewd became a concubine in the harem of the Master of the Frostweaver family.

"There are many reasons, Your Highness. You know it better than I do," Eric Frostweaver sneered back, "But the question is, do you have the courage to go for this opportunity?"

The rest of the courtiers murmured amongst themselves, shocked at Eric's audacity.

One whispered to another, "How dare he speak to His Highness in such a manner?"

Evan let out a low chuckle, his eyes narrowing in thought. Eric wasn't just boasting; he knew that much. The Frostweavers were known far and wide for their mastery in the art of crafting weapons, and even Eric had been trained in the advanced methods of creating such weapons. This knowledge could prove to be quite useful to him.

Not to mention, once Evan finally ascended to the Soul Fusion Realm, he would gain the opportunity to unlock a sub-profession through the player system. It was a chance that every player came across in the game once they reached the second realm of cultivation, and Evan knew that he had to make the most of it.

Once a sub-profession was unlocked, he would be able to learn it far faster than an average player. And that was where Eric's knowledge about weapon creation would undoubtedly come in handy. But first, he needed to defeat Eric in battle, which was a task easier said than done.

'Let's first see what he is capable of and then come to a decision.'

Evan inspected the Frostweaver. He couldn't head into the fight without knowing a thing about his opponent.

Name: Eric

Age: 19

Level: 8 Class: Soul Manifestation Realm

Attributes:

•Strength: 35

•Agility: 25

•Stamina: 40

Soul Plate:

•Name: Guardian's Shield

Equipment:

•Weapon: Enchanted Mace (Magic Weapon)

•Accessories: Blessed Amulet, Ring of Protection

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Evan's confidence skyrocketed as he scrolled through the character screen, realizing Eric was a defensive-type soul cultivator.

Eric was the type of cultivator that relied on his incredible stamina and sturdy defensive-type soul plate to weather enemy attacks while dishing out devastating damage with his mighty mace. Not only that, but his assortment of accessories added a whole other layer of defense and utility, enhancing his survivability on the battlefield.

Take the blessed amulet, for instance - its magical properties allowed Eric to lighten the load of his equipment. And the ring of protection was another game-changer, amplifying Eric's already-impressive defense to another level.

However, the thing was that Evan had ways of abusing defensive-type soul cultivators with a build like Eric.

"I accept your challenge, Eric," Evan declared with a confident smirk. He wasn't entirely sure about winning the fight, but if things took a turn for the worse and he was in a hopeless situation, he wouldn't mind going all out. That might kill Eric as he had no control over his strongest offensive soul ability, but what does that have to do with him? No one asked Eric to court death, alright!