They all call me Great Master-Chapter 425 - 422: The Champion Match!

Marinda's angry glare softened at the sight of "Grandma Andor's Kitchen" delivering "breakfast".

But very quickly, the lady's eyes became filled with surprise and astonishment, and then shock.

Because—

Arthur had eaten the equivalent of twenty people's worth of food right in front of her.

10kg of roast beef, 4kg of salad, and whole 1kg loaves of white bread—one after another, ten in a row, just swallowed by Arthur.

Swallowed!

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His mouth would open, and with a gulp, the food would disappear.

Marinda, holding a slice of white bread, watched the scene before her, dumbfounded.

She stared at Arthur's abdomen.

Not a tiny bit of bulge.

It seemed as if the food he'd just swallowed had been digested immediately.

Wait a minute!

Digested right away?!

Marinda snapped out of it.

'Learned a new secret technique?

Or perhaps a bloodline promotion?

Or maybe...

'Ascend Step!'.'

As the last guess came to her mind, Marinda's ears even started buzzing—a physical phenomenon that occurs only when one is extremely shocked and bewildered.

About two or three seconds later, Marinda, having come back to her senses, shook her head.

'No unique aura of an 'Ascend Steper'.

Then it must be a new secret technique or bloodline promotion!'

Marinda thought to herself, yet without any semblance of relief.

Even if not an 'Ascend Steper', Arthur's power must have grown stronger.

Suddenly, the lady felt a sense of urgency.

Arthur had already 'Entered Step'.

As his strength grew bit by bit, who knew when she'd come to the sudden realization that her partner had already become an 'Ascend Steper'?

'No good! I must work harder too!

I've been too complacent before!

Even if I found that thing in the ruins, I must improve myself with even more diligence—otherwise, I'll be completely left behind by this bastard sooner or later!'

Marinda thought as she chewed on her piece of bread.

The lady knew very well that being on equal footing was a precondition for cooperation.

When one far surpasses the other, it's not cooperation but dependence.

Even if there was so-called cooperation before, the relationship would subtly change without one being aware.

That's reality!

Perhaps Arthur would show her some sentiment.

But what the lady wanted was not that kind of charity.

She wanted a match of equal standing.

"I'm full now, Edwin will take you to Elta Square in a while."

With those words, Marinda blew out a large smoke ring, and her whole body disappeared into it.

Arthur, still feeling hungry, did not care about Marinda's departure; the young 'Spirit Medium' knew why she had left so suddenly.

He didn't mind Marinda's positive changes.

In fact, he was quite looking forward to whether Marinda would bring him any surprises later on.

A stronger Marinda would only be beneficial to him as a collaborator.

As long as...

He could keep himself strong enough.

In this, Arthur was supremely confident.

Because—

He had extraordinary talent!

He was diligent and hardworking!

Everything he had now was earned through his own efforts to leverage his talent!

But that was all to come later.

Now?

He still wanted to eat something.

Unfortunately, the two apprentices from "Grandma Andor's Kitchen" had already informed him that there was no food left for lunch.

Therefore, when Arthur boarded the carriage, he specifically asked Merlin to go to "Grandma Andor's Kitchen" to order dinner for thirty people.

In addition, he also had Merlin purchase ingredients such as flour, white sugar, peanut oil, and beef jerky.

The emergency biscuits had run out, so Arthur naturally needed to restock.

Moreover, compared to regular food, these emergency biscuits were more suitable for Arthur at the moment.

As for whether the Secret Medicine and gold could fill the stomach?

They should be able.

If the Secret Medicine and gold could speed up the cooldown period of the "Snake Wing," then they should be able to satisfy hunger.

Later in the night, at snack time, Arthur planned to give it a try.

Under Edwin's control, the carriage entered Elta Square swiftly and smoothly.

Compared to the previous two days, there were more people in Elta Square today.

As the "Champion" match of the "Swordsmanship Competition," its appeal naturally far exceeded that of the previous two days, especially with the build-up from the past two days, the excitement of the crowd today was even higher.

When Arthur's carriage drove into Elta Square through the special passageway, many people had already started shouting—

"Champion! Champion!"

By the time Arthur stepped out of the carriage, the volume of these shouts had risen by several decibels.

The sound across Elta Square erupted like thunder.

With a smile on his face, Arthur humbly gestured to the surroundings, then quickly made his way to the draw lot platform.

The original procedure was to first draw out the four semi-finalists, who would then battle two by two, with the winners fighting for the championship in the evening.

But since Lord Dibwa and Lord Bass's nephews both suffered injuries yesterday, even with Arthur's aid, they were now unable to compete at this time.

Therefore, the semi-finals turned directly into the championship match—

One by default.

The winner of the other two would battle the person who got the default for the championship.

Afterward, the losers would compete for second and third place.

"Master!"

Bern, the coach of Joel Jock Swordsmanship Club, who had luckily advanced, bowed respectfully to Arthur.

On the young coach's face was a mixture of apprehension and nervousness, but even more so, openness.

Clearly, whether facing "Storm Sword" Deljo or Arthur, the young coach had no confidence in winning.

But to have made it into the semi-finals, securing at least third place, the young coach was already quite satisfied.

Even, it could be said that this was something beyond his wildest dreams before.

Arthur, however, gave the young coach a hearty slap on the shoulder.

"Bern, I see the glow of luck upon you!

Your luck is bound to be good today!

Who knows, you might even draw the default lot in a moment!"

Arthur said this.

The young coach just scratched his head, his face showing a shy smile.

"I'm already satisfied with what I have now, I don't dare to think about anything else."

"Still, you should think about it. What if 'Storm Sword' Deljo loses his confidence after I beat him and gives up the match? Wouldn't you then be second place?"

Being blessed by Arthur in such a way, Bern did not take it seriously.

The young Swordsmanship Club coach only saw this as Arthur's blessing.

But what the young coach did not know was that sometimes the blessings of a "Spirit Medium" can be very effective.

For example: when the person drawing the lots has a good relationship with a certain "Spirit Medium."

A "Spirit Medium's" blessing, then, is foolproof.

Cheating?

No, it wasn't.

It was just social courtesy.

Holding the bamboo stick in his hand, Bern looked at the word "default" written at the end, and stared at Arthur with a dumbfounded face.

Arthur smiled slightly, then turned and stepped onto the stage.

Above the stage—

"Storm Sword" Deljo stood with his eyes closed, gripping the sword's hilt, with a slight breeze swirling around him. When he heard the clear footsteps approaching, Deljo's eyes snapped open.