Chapter 277: The Ace

After the fight ended and Kahn won despite their previous agreement, the 2nd stage dwarven saint was enraged to the core and wanted nothing but to kill Kahn on the spot.

But given the sheer number of onlookers, he controlled the killing intent lest it brought too much attention to him, hence the old dwarf had no choice but to hold in his anger.

Kahn on the other end didn't feel any sense of threat to his life and walked down the battle ring completely unfazed.

But instead of running away.. He headed towards the main head's office of the arena management where he was made to kneel on the ground just 3 hours ago.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

His footsteps echoed in the passage leading to the door of the main office. The saint could already sense his location in this 5 kilometer wide arena so he too was surprised to see that Kahn didn't try to run but chose to approach him instead.

Creak!

The secretary opened the door for him and Kahn walked in fearlessly as if he owned the whole place instead. And he sat on the same chair while he faced the saint without any fear in his eyes.

"Know your place, boy!! Do you really think I won't kill you myself?" spoke the dwarf saint and released his highly condensed aura on Kahn again.

War Dominance!!

Kahn activated war dominance this time. Although it wasn't enough for him to stand the pressure from this second-stage saint for long, it was barely enough for him to at least not fall on the floor like last time.

"Just because you have the backing of a peak grandmaster blacksmith, doesn't mean that you can mess with the 3 factions!"

In his eyes, Kahn only had the advantage of revealing his backer. But it wasn't something that would protect him for long after the blunder he pulled off by winning the match.

"Can you really afford to kill me though? Do you want to die that badly?" asked Kahn as he looked down on the saint. His expressions and the way he conducted himself had taken a 180-degree turn for some reason.

"What?! What did you just say? Have you gone senile?" asked the dwarf battleaxe wielder saint with a baffled expression.

"Let me ask you something… Which faction do you belong to?" asked Kahn with a confident voice.

"I'm from the Gimli dwarven clan of the Pureblood Faction." spoke the dwarf with a curious expression on his face.

"Good. Then take a look at this before you do something stupid again." said Kahn with a carefree expression.

The next second, he took out something from his space ring and displayed it to the dwarf!

In his hands.. Was a brightly glowing golden and rectangular object. This was something he had kept as a secret from a month before the competition even began.

"You.. How did you get this?! Why does someone like you have this?!" exclaimed the dwarf as he looked at the object in Kahn's hand with a bewildered expression.

At this moment, a golden glowing plate with a sigil of two swords surrounding a shield embedded on it glimmered in Kahn's palm.

The Recommendation Token!

What he displayed just now was the exact Recommendation Token given to him through Szayel by the clan leader, Ismaetrazel Mor Vandereich of the Vandereich clan, the most powerful and representative clan of the pureblood faction.

BOOM!!

Kahn's figure let out a burst of chaotic black and red aura that shook the entire room and the shockwaves released from his body made even the saint wary for a second.

Semi-Saint!

Kahn revealed his real rank and full strength of a semi-saint rank warrior.

Even the dwarven saint had his jaw dropped on the ground after this sudden revelation.

"Do you understand why I have this token?" asked Kahn as he folded both his arms.

"This.. This is a recommendation token from the faction leader himself!

Why haven't any of the saints heard about it then?" asked the old dwarf as he still found this new piece of information hard to swallow.

"Each faction is allowed only 2 of such recommendation tokens. And they're given to only the chosen representatives of the faction. But we already gave one to our semi-saint.

This is also a testament of full support to the candidate from the entire faction. Harming them or creating problems for them during the competition means making an enemy of the entire faction." he revealed in a jittery tone.

[Oh, so it actually belonged to their faction leader.] thought Kahn but didn't show the surprise on his face.

"And revealing it would be very helpful in keeping it secret.." Kahn said and gave a daunting look at the dwarf.

"I did a little research on you. You may be a second-stage saint.. But even in your clan or the faction itself… You're not even in the top 20 strongest people." spoke Kahn in a serious tone.

"So what do you think will happen if you do something to me or I spread the word about today's incident to the clan leader of the Vandereich clan?

On one hand, there's someone who doesn't even deserve to sit at the same table as them and on the other.. Someone who was handpicked by the faction leader himself.

Who do you think they will side with?" taunted Kahn.

"Please.. Don't tell them." spoke the dwarven saint. For the first time, his face looked fear-stricken and the almighty and domineering aura around him completely disappeared.

"What will I get out of this? I have no reason to do you a favor. Not only did you try to make me lose the match.. But you also tried to diminish our winning chances in the competition." said Kahn in a serious and vengeful tone.

"What do you think will happen? Will your own clan forgive you for this mistake? Do you think anyone of the faction council will let you go unpunished?" asked Kahn, instilling even more fear in the dwarf.

"Then what do you want me to do?" asked the dwarf haphazardly.

To his question… Kahn only replied with a bright smile in a relaxed manner as he relayed his condition..

"You have to clean after my shit."