The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 486 Klaus vs Mason

"That is none of your business," Mason said, brushing off the question.

"But it is my business," Klaus replied.

"You see when facing an opponent, you must understand their motivation and how best to deal with them. I would have gone easy on you if you had said this was your own decision. However, you're just another henpecked boyfriend the so-called legacies are relying on. What a pity."

"Such talent, and you choose to bow down to some nobodies just because they promised you their daughter. Truly a pity. But don't worry, I will show you how insignificant you are.

"When I'm done with you, the idea of being that stupid will be wiped out of your brain."

The others listening felt a chill run down their spines as Klaus spoke. The thought of being used simply because of unknown grievances with him made no sense.

In truth, Klaus didn't understand where their hatred was coming from.

He had only clashed with the legacies from the Northern Union, so why were the legacies from the Southern Union also targeting him?

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He couldn't comprehend their actions. He wasn't the kind of person to go around provoking others for no reason, so why were they coming after him without cause?

"Instructor, you can begin," Klaus said firmly. He figured this would be a good way to show these so-called legacies and their lackeys that he was no pushover.

'I can't kill him, but I can show him what real terror feels like,' he thought.

"Begin"

The instructor gave the command, and the two sprang into action.

Mason immediately lunged forward, appearing in front of Klaus in the blink of an eye. However, before he could land a blow, Klaus vanished, reappearing exactly where Mason had started.

Without hesitation, Mason pressed forward again, but the same thing happened. Each time he thrust his spear forward, Klaus would disappear and reappear in the opposite direction, effortlessly evading him.

Five minutes passed, and the pattern remained unchanged. Mason's fury was rising, but Klaus seemed just out of reach no matter how fast he moved.

"Stop running and fight me like a man!" Mason growled, frustration evident in his voice as he realized he hadn't managed to land a single blow.

"You're not a man, Mason," Klaus replied, his tone sharp. "A real man makes his own decisions. You, my friend, are what we call a puppet. You chose to become a tool for the legacies. So, you don't deserve much of my attention. But go on—keep attacking. Who knows? You might get lucky."

Another five minutes passed, yet Mason's efforts were futile. He came close to landing a strike a few times, but like clockwork, Klaus would vanish and reappear in the opposite direction.

"Bastard!" Mason shouted, his anger boiling over, but Klaus remained just out of reach.

"With this level of strength, you think you're on top of the world? Even my mom could land a blow or two on you before you'd realize what happened. Don't believe me? Watch this."

Klaus vanished, and in the next instant, a resounding slap echoed across the arena. Mason was sent flying as the slap connected with a brutal force.

The print mark of Klaus's fingers printed on his cheek.

Klaus smirked and moved again. In a flash, he appeared in front of Mason, who was just starting to stand up, dazed from the first strike.

Another slap landed, sending Mason flying once more. Before he could fully process what had happened, Klaus was in front of him again, delivering a third slap that sent him sprawling.

Subconsciously, everyone in the audience reached up to touch their own cheeks when the three slaps rang out.

Their eyes were glued to the arena, where Mason's cheeks had turned bright red, swelling visibly with each blow.

Two minutes later, Mason lay outside the arena, passed out. Klaus sighed and walked away. Initially, he had considered using the [Night of Terror] skill on him but decided against it. Using that would have broken him.

He wouldn't want that, not after everything he started to know about the earth.

From what Queenie had told him and what he had been learning in the Monster and Beast Anatomy class, he knew he didn't want to destroy a talent Earth could rely on.

Slapping him silly was a wake-up call. But if Mason wanted to continue walking in the shadow of legacies. That was his own cup of tea.

"You let him off easy," Hanna said.

"Well, we're all disciples, and while I may hate the legacies and the clans for their foolishness, he was just being used. In fact, I might have gone overboard back in Union City, but that's in the past now.

I won't hold back if he comes at me again next time...outside this place."

Klaus wasn't angry at Mason; his frustration was directed at the legacies for using a talent like Mason to do their dirty work.

"Do you think they'll stop targeting you?" Anna asked.

"I don't think so, but don't worry. I'll climb up there soon and put them in their place. For now, they can keep playing their childish games."

"So, what now? I don't have any classes for the rest of the day, and since I don't want to go back to Nari, why don't we go see if we can buy some stuff?" Klaus proposed. But before he could finish, he felt a threatening presence appear behind him.

"I am here," Nari said, materializing behind him like a ghost.

Klaus gave her a guilty smile, realizing she had heard what he said. Twenty minutes later, Klaus's ears were burning hot as they walked toward the mission hall to take on missions.

Nari had suggested they take on missions early, giving them the next two months for themselves. She handed them a generous amount of cores, ensuring that during those two months, most of them would ascend to the rank of Saints—especially Hanna and Anna.

Each of them selected high-level missions. Anna chose three solo missions, and Lily and Hanna followed suit. The guys each picked two solo missions.

Klaus, however, went all out and selected five solo missions. Then, they formed a team and picked five additional team missions.

The ladies would earn between 100,000 and 150,000 Celestial Points if they completed all their missions, while the guys would make close to 100,000 each. Klaus, on the other hand, stood to earn somewhere around 200,000.

"All of our missions are in the Tier 6 Forbidden Zone, where most of the strongest monsters are on the same level as Sovereigns—and there will be plenty of them. Each of you should prepare. We leave tomorrow," Nari instructed.

After parting ways, Klaus went to rest, knowing he and his friends would head into the wild the following day.

Since most of the competitions take place in the inner section, everyone was eager to enter as quickly as possible.

Miguel and his group would also go for their missions the next day following Klaus's instruction.

The next day, they departed for their missions, which were expected to last the next two weeks—if everything went according to plan.