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Chapter 2815 Trouble Comes Knocking - Hungry Wolf!

This statement came out.

The ward fell silent instantly.

"what?!"

Fana gasped, covering her mouth with both hands, her face filled with disbelief.

Laia's eyes widened, unable to maintain her usual languid demeanor: "Hey, hey, hey, you're not kidding, are you?"

"Join the military?"

"That's a place where you're subject to discipline and military rules!"

“We elves are naturally freedom-loving, let alone someone with your unruly nature, how could we possibly tolerate you?”

Even Patley, who had been expressionless the whole time, showed a rather surprised look at this moment.

Those golden eyes were fixed on Vittoria.

Trying to see through his true thoughts.

Meeting the gazes of the three men, Victor continued without flinching, "I'm not joking."

"But this isn't just about becoming stronger."

"More importantly, it's so that we have enough say and status in world government!"

He clenched his fist as he spoke, and his knuckles cracked.

"I want to seize power in Army Headquarters and strive to become a general!"

"Let our 'Black Grass Elf Clan' live with dignity and head held high on the starfish!"

Hearing Witt's resolute tone, Patley remained silent for a moment before finally nodding.

"I understand."

Patley said calmly, "Now that you've made your decision, we support you."

"But you must understand that the World Government's military is a place where the waters run deeper than you can imagine."

"The number of strong individuals there is definitely greater and stronger than in the 'Top 100 Tournament'."

"With your personality, you're bound to suffer a lot if you go in."

Despite Patley's warning, Witt showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, he grinned widely and let out a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

"If that weren't the case, I wouldn't be interested in joining!"

Witt's laughter made the glass in the ward tremble slightly.

"The stronger the place, the more it inspires my fighting spirit!"

"I will definitely make a name for myself in the Army Headquarters!"

"I want everyone to remember the power of our Black Grass Elf race!"

"Just you wait and see!"

"One day I will become a general in the Army Headquarters, which is known as the 'world government's highest fighting force'!"

Seeing Vittor's triumphant appearance, Fana and Laia exchanged a smile.

At least you no longer have to worry about the other person becoming despondent.

"In that case, you should get some rest now."

Patley said, "Mental fatigue can only be recovered from with sleep and time."

"We won't bother you any longer."

"That's right, get a good night's sleep, Witt."

Fana carefully tucked the blanket around Vittor's neck.

Laia then took out what she had brought and smiled:
"These are 'wind stones' that can help you quickly restore your magic."

Afterwards, the three of them gave a slight nod to Dr. Irving, who was standing behind them as a backdrop, and then turned and left the ward.

Dr. Irving tactfully followed and left, leaving the ward space to Victor.

Not long after.

Lying in his hospital bed, Witte could not suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He began to absorb the magic power from the 'Wind Stone'.

As the magical energy within his body rapidly replenished, his fatigue was also relieved.

Soon, Witt threw off the covers, walked to the window, and looked out at the bustling Duel City.

"Sleep? What do you mean sleep? I just want to have a drink and let off some steam!"

Witt muttered something under his breath, changed out of his hospital gown, pulled a white coat over his shoulders, and strode out of the medical area.

By this time, hundreds of thousands of spectators had already left.

Victor had just stepped out of the quiet and empty East Gate of the Multiverse Arena.

"Ok?"

A cool breeze blew by.

His beastly instincts kicked in, and his gaze instantly locked onto the right corner.

There was a figure standing there with his arms crossed, casually leaning against the wall, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

Witt immediately became alert, his muscles tensing slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The man had a head of silver-white spiky hair, sharp eyes like a wolf, and a defiant sneer on his lips.

"My name is Hungry Wolf."

The newcomer spoke in a calm tone, yet his arrogance was undisguised.

"A martial artist from the world of heroes."

"I want to fight you."

"Are you going to follow me to find a dueling arena, or do you want to stay here?"

"Of course, leaving the city is also an option."

Upon hearing this, Witt was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter in anger.

Laia had just warned himself in the hospital room that his arrogant attitude would get him into trouble.

I never expected that trouble would come knocking on my door before I even went looking for it.

"Hahahaha!"

"court death!"

As Witt laughed wildly, his eyes turned extremely dangerous and fierce.

He didn't use any complicated magic at all.

It's just a layer of 'magic skin' attached to the thick arms.

next moment.

With a sudden burst of force, the ground cracked instantly.

Witt's arm moved like a cannonball, unleashing a shrill punch straight at the wolf's face.

Accompanied by a thunderous explosion of energy.

A violent fist flashed past in the boiling air.

However, the wolf's eyes remained unmoved in the face of this unstoppable punch.

His hands traced mysterious arcs like flowing water.

Just as Witt's heavy punch approached within two meters of him.

The wolf's hand landed precisely on Witt's wrist, using an extremely subtle technique to deflect the force and redirect it.
The latter's punch, powerful enough to shatter rocks, was like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

It was instantly dissolved without a trace.

Immediately following up, the hungry wolf used the opponent's force against them, his right palm carrying the full force of the returning attack, slamming hard into Witt's broad chest.

"what?!"

Witt only had time to utter an incredulous gasp.

An overwhelming force, seemingly unstoppable, erupted before him.

His massive, towering body was lifted off the ground, and he flew backward at high speed.

It crashed heavily onto the plaza ground about a hundred meters away.

It smashed a spiderweb-like crack nearly ten meters in diameter into the hard floor tiles.

[Whoosh!]

next second.

Wearing a black tight-fitting top, white training pants, and black flat shoes, the hungry wolf's figure blurred into afterimages, appearing like a ghost in front of the fallen Witt.

The hungry wolf, with his left hand in his pocket, looked down at him with a mocking gaze and said in a cold voice:
"What's wrong, Black Grass Elf?"

"Let me see what the consequences are for messing with you!"

Witt's expression changed drastically, and his anger was about to erupt.

He suddenly sprang to his feet with a somersault: "Great!"

"Let's go! Let's find a dueling arena!"

"I've got a belly full of anger and nowhere to vent it, so I'll take it out on you, kid!"

Actually, although that attack just now seemed powerful and heavy.

But he wasn't serious to begin with; he only intended to teach someone a lesson.

It also has the protection of 'magic skin'.

Therefore, they did not suffer any substantial harm.

"Follow."

Without uttering a word or even glancing at him, the hungry wolf turned and strode away.

Vittor suppressed his anger and followed after them menacingly.

Nobody wants to start a fight here.

To avoid attracting police officers, professional heroes, and Duel City officials.

The starfish were not from the heroic world or the black grass world they used to live in.

Here, we must abide by the rules set by the World Government.