Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 688 Fate Works In Mysterious Ways [Part 1]

Chapter 688  Fate Works In Mysterious Ways [Part 1]

“Your father isn’t good with words,” Catherine said as she looked at her son with a sad smile on her face. “But be patient with him. He has a lot on his mind.”

“Okay.” Ethan nodded. “But why are we meeting in this place again?”

Ethan couldn’t help but shake his head helplessly as he looked at the coliseum, which was now filled to the brim with people.

Today was the third day since Catherine had reached out to her husband and asked if he wanted to talk to his son. Since Ethan would be leaving in a week, Lleu had no choice but to meet with him before his son returned to the Shire Continent.

And the meeting place he chose was none other than the Grand Coliseum of Caer Wydion.

It was a very famous place among the Protector Clans, for this was where they did their sparring and combat training.

“Well, like I said, your father, Lleu, isn’t good with words,” Catherine smiled faintly. “So he probably wanted to communicate with you using the thing that he is good at, which is fighting. I'm sure that the two of you will be able to bond in this manner.”

Before Ethan could reply, thunderous cheering and applause erupted in the stadium as a handsome man with long black hair and red eyes made his appearance.

The man didn’t react to the loud cheering and kept on walking with confident steps until he reached the center of the arena.

Ethan took a good, hard look at his father before glancing at his mother.

“I got my looks from you, Mother.”

“Of course, you did. My genes are stronger after all.”

Standing beside her mother, Joanne giggled because she found this situation funny.

“I guess I should go then,” Ethan said before jumping from the stands.

A moment later, a pair of fairy wings grew behind his back, allowing him to fly to the ground.

Another round of cheering and applause spread in the surroundings as he landed several meters away from his father.

The father and son pair stared at each other for nearly half a minute before Lleu raised his hand.

From the sky, a jet-black sword descended into his hand.

The moment he held it firmly in his grasp, the sky darkened as black clouds blocked the light of the sun.

Ethan, on the other hand, summoned his Sea God’s Trident and also held it firmly in his hand.

He immediately felt a surge of power wash over his body, boosting his strength.

This was Ethan’s first time fighting ever since he’d returned to the present and inherited the Legacy of Trickery, which Ashmedai had given to him.

The two combatants took a fighting stance at the same time.

A few seconds later, the two disappeared from where they stood and clashed, sending sparks flying in every direction.

Catherine and the leaders of the Protector Clans were surprised. They had subconsciously thought that Ethan would be sent flying by Lleu’s powerful blows.

Maybe Lleu was just as surprised as them and didn’t expect that his son would be able to match his strength.

Of course, he wasn’t fighting seriously yet, but even so, his raw strength was already equivalent to the strength of a giant.

This was what made him very scary, allowing him to overwhelm his opponents in the Lands of Saraqael.

The Sea God’s Trident always amplified Ethan’s physical strength and overall body performance.

If Lleu had fought Ethan before he and Joanne had been sent back to the Lands of Alastor, the young man wouldn’t have lasted even a minute after their single exchange.

But things were different now.

Ethan now possessed the power of Faith, making him incredibly stronger.

And this strength was further boosted by the Sea God’s Trident, allowing him to have the physical strength that matched a giant’s.

If not for the fact that a barrier was erected to prevent the spectators from getting hurt, they would have felt the mini-shockwaves resulting from every clash between the two fighters.

“You’re stronger than your adopted father,” Lleu commented. “He punched like a little girl.”

Wallace, who was watching from the stands, gave Ethan’s biological father the middle finger, which made Ethan smirk.

“My father told me that he didn’t want to punch you because he didn’t want to dirty his hand by touching a pus*y,” Ethan replied.

What he said was the truth. When he and Wallace had a chat the other day, his adopted father told him that about his fight with Ethan’s biological father.

Catherine immediately covered Joanne’s ears and threw Ethan a reprimanding look for saying such crude words with his sister around.

Wallace, who didn’t expect that Ethan would expose the words he had said a few days ago, chuckled and gave Ethan a thumbs up in his heart.

The Spectators didn’t dare to laugh at Ethan’s remark, not wanting to sound disrespectful toward their Master.

However, some of them, especially the Patriarch of the Dwarves, Thorric, couldn’t stop his body from shaking as he did his best to hold back his laughter.

“This boy sure knows how to talk,” Thorric said after he deemed that he would no longer laugh out loud while talking.

Enzo, Fortuna, and the Elven Matriarch, Heleth, nodded their heads in agreement.

“Still, I didn’t expect that the Young Master could match Master in an exchange of physical strength,” Heleth commented.

“This is actually a good thing,” Enzo stated. “With this, the Young Master will be able to carry the name of the Valentin Family into the future.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Fortuna said. “When I asked him a day ago if he would start calling himself Ethan Valentin, he firmly said that for now, he would still refer to himself as Ethan Gremory. It will probably take a while before he accepts the burden of his bloodline.”

The leaders of the Protector Clans didn’t make any comments, understanding that this was something that couldn’t be forced.

Ethan had just gotten to know his family, and they couldn’t expect him to accept everything right away.

Suddenly, something caught their eye.

It was just a small thing, but it was very obvious that whenever the two clashed with each other, Ethan would take a step back or skid a step away.

‘Lleu has acknowledged Ethan’s strength,’ Catherine thought. ‘Now, he is going to fight a little more seriously.’

Suddenly, Catherine felt the presence of two people behind her.

Joanne, who felt the same, turned around and immediately went to hug the two newcomers, who had also arrived in the Coliseum.

“Grandpa! Grandma! I missed you!” Joanne hugged her grandma tightly, and the lady, who looked like she was only in her late thirties, smiled and hugged her back.

“I missed you too, Joanne,” the beautiful lady replied before kissing her granddaughter’s cheek. “Your brother is more capable than we thought. The way he fights is not like someone who has just regained their powers after seventeen years of being powerless. It seems that he has some good teachers in Brynhildr Academy.”

“Yes, Mother,” Catherine replied. “Ethan is full of surprises. What do you think, Father? Who will win between the two of them?”

“Do you even need to ask?” the handsome middle-aged man asked with a smile. “If Lleu can’t even beat his son, I’ll beat the sh*t out of him after their duel.”

This time, it was Joanne’s Grandma who covered her granddaughter’s ears before glaring at her husband, making the latter chuckle awkwardly.