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Chapter 186: Insignificant to Him Chapter 186: Insignificant to Him Losing to Gigangum wasn’t shameful, but losing so decisively, after all his boasting?

That was a humiliation he wouldn’t forget.

But there was nothing he could do about it since his opponent was stronger than him.

The arena was buzzing, the energy still crackling from the intense battles.

The competitions had wrapped up, but the tension hadn’t faded, because Prince Asher of Gigangum wasn’t satisfied.

With his usual air of arrogance, he strode toward the center of the arena again, scanning the remaining warriors.

His gaze settled on one person, Somto.

A smirk curled on Asher’s lips as he crossed his arms.

“Somto.

I challenge you.” The crowd instantly erupted into whispers.

“Prince Asher wants to fight prince Somto?” “Somto hasn’t fought once this entire time.” “But he’s no weakling.

If he was, his family wouldn’t have let him enter the competition.” Somto, standing off to the side, barely acknowledged Asher’s words.

He didn’t even glance at him.

Instead, he calmly adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, as if the challenge hadn’t been worth hearing.

Asher “…” The crowd “…” Asher’s smirk faltered for half a second before he pushed further.

“What?

You won’t even acknowledge me?” He took a step closer.

“Afraid?” Still, no reaction.

Some of the spectators tensed, expecting Somto to snap back, but he remained unreadable.

Asher let out a low chuckle.

“Cowardice doesn’t suit you, Prince Somto.” Somto finally looked up, his expression completely neutral.

“I refuse.” Asher “…” The crowd “…” A stunned silence fell over the arena.

“Did he just… refuse?” “Is he serious?

No one has ever turned down a direct challenge from Gigangum!

Shouldn’t he at least compete to save face?” Asher’s smirk twisted into something darker.

“You refuse?

What a shame.

I was willing to grant you any wish if you could defeat me in my own forte.” Gasps rippled through the crowd.

A wish from Asher?

That was no small offer.

But Somto remained unimpressed.

His voice was calm, almost dismissive.

“You don’t have the ability to grant even my lowest wishes.” The words hit like a slap.

The crowd collectively inhaled.

“Did he just—” “Oh, that’s brutal.” Even Asher’s ever present arrogance flickered, just for a moment.

His eyes sharpened.

“Excuse me?” Somto tilted his head slightly, as if explaining something to a child.

“We are leagues apart in achievements.

You cannot offer me something of worth because you have nothing I desire.” The crowd “…” Murmurs spread like wildfire.

“That’s the worst kind of insult.

He’s not saying Asher is weak, he’s saying he’s insignificant.” “Gigangum’s prince always acts like he’s superior, but Somto just put him in his place with one sentence.” Asher’s fists clenched.

His body language screamed irritation, but to his credit, he didn’t explode.

Instead, he scoffed, regaining some of his composure.

“Leagues apart, huh?” He let out a short laugh.

“You sure talk big for someone who hasn’t even stepped into the ring today.” Somto didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

No matter how Asher tried to provoke him, no matter what taunts he threw, Somto remained completely unaffected.

It was like he wasn’t even worth engaging.

And that, more than anything, was what truly humiliated Asher.

Then, just as the tension reached its peak, another voice cut through the air.

Carl stepped forward.

“That’s enough.” Every head turned toward him.

“If you’re so eager to challenge Prince Somto, you can settle for his sister,” Carl said, his voice carrying effortlessly across the arena.

“I heard she prepared well for this competition, but she hasn’t had the chance to show her prowess.

And since she might not be competing in the princess edition, you might as well let her teach you a thing or two.” Asher “.?!” The crowd “…” Ebere “…” Nnenna “..?” A beat of silence.

Then, chaos.

“Did I just hear what I think I heard?” Someone in the crowd gasped.

“Prince Carl just suggested that Prince Asher, the famed warrior of Gigangum, should fight Somto’s little sister?” “This must be a joke!

A girl going against him?” “He’s only trying to give face to his friend’s family.

There’s no way she stands a chance.” The murmurs only grew louder as people turned to where Ebere and Nnenna sat, wondering which sister Carl was referring to exactly, most likely Nnenna they concluded.

Some were shocked, some amused, and others, intrigued.

Asher, who had been on the verge of storming off, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His golden eyes gleamed with amusement as he turned to Carl.

“Are you serious, Prince Carl?” he drawled, crossing his arms.

“You really want me to fight a little girl?

Do you think I enjoy bullying the weak?” Carl smirked.

“You’re the one who was so eager to challenge someone from Lionara.

Or are you backing out now?” Asher scoffed, shaking his head.

“I don’t fight those who can’t last even a single breath against me.” He turned to Somto.

“Is this how low your kingdom has fallen?

Letting women step into battles meant for men?” Still, Somto didn’t react.

He remained completely indifferent, as if Asher weren’t even worth his time.

The lack of response only irritated Asher further.

“Or perhaps you’re too much of a coward to accept my challenge, so you’re hiding behind your sister now?” More gasps.

The tension in the air thickened.

Everyone was trying to analyze why Prince Carl would say such a thing.

Was he simply trying to give face to his friend?

But if that were the case, why would he put Somto’s sister on the line like this?

It didn’t make sense.

“Maybe he’s just trying to save his friend from a battle he clearly doesn’t want to fight,” one spectator mused.

“That, or she really is capable.” “But how?

Even an ordinary Gigangum warrior could crush her, talk more of their first prince!” The murmurs spread quickly, some questioning in hushed voices while others boldly stated their doubts.

Meanwhile, on the Lionara side, Ebere sat frozen in shock.

Her eyes darted to her parents, then her siblings.

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