Distract him with chatter, hold his attention with a handshake, to prevent his escape, then let the old guy finish the backstab.

It was indeed a perfect plan, but he wasn't foolish.

Sahalin had been through countless battles, and was familiar with sneak attack tactics during conversation.

His gradual exertion of force allowed Roland to successfully survive the most dangerous three seconds.

Cooldown over.

If this were a game, Roland would definitely be tempted to type sarcastically in the public chat, "I'm waiting for CD, what are you waiting for?"

But this was reality, and he was a gentleman with manners, no need to trash talk with a dumb bear.

He smiled as he activated Divine Protection, his body enveloped in a golden hue.

Sahalin shuddered abruptly, suddenly exerting more power.

Here it comes! Roland, that sly fox, is about to exert force, and the old fox must be about to make a move too!

Trying to fool him, Roland was still a bit too green.

Sahalin abruptly exerted force, heavily gripping the protection provided by Divine Protection.

Roland remained motionless, smiling.

The surrounding onlookers were somewhat surprised.

They didn't know Sahalin, but from his attire, they could tell he was a high-ranking representative from the Vladimir Empire.

They recalled the incident a few days ago when Roland made Camille cough up blood and started laughing.

"Look, the Rurik fool is up against Governor Roland again."

"These dumb bears are best at brute strength, yet they still can't match up."

"Shh, keep it down, didn't you see the dumb bear's face turn red?"

A few bystanders whispered among themselves, just loud enough for Sahalin to hear.

Sahalin did indeed turn red with anger.

He never dreamed Roland would be this troublesome.

When they first clasped hands, he felt Roland's strength was far inferior, naturally thinking that everything was under control, so he wasn't in a hurry, planning to toy with Roland.

When the golden light emanated from Roland, he realized something was amiss.

His enormous strength was absorbed by the golden light, unable to harm Roland at all.

His face flushed red, sweat beading at his temples, while Roland seemed calm and collected.

In the eyes of others, it naturally seemed that Roland had him easily under control.

He was almost seething with rage.

Clearly, his strength was overwhelmingly dominant, how could it be like this?

Although somewhat annoyed, Sahalin gritted his teeth and persisted, knowing that the golden light must be Roland's special ability, and if he could outlast it, he could still crush Roland's hand bones.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a complete victory.

However, Roland offered no opportunity, smiling as he patted Sahalin's shoulder with his other hand and softly teased,

"Val City State is about to end the day, I have an appointment to meet with Mr. Tony, does Mr. Sahalin plan to join us? If there's nothing else, perhaps we can have tea together sometime."

The long street was bustling with people.

Sahalin took a deep breath, released Roland's hand, and asked in a solemn voice,

"What is this golden light?"

He had no choice but to release his grip.

Everyone here had status, even in conflict, one couldn't behave like a drunken brawler relentlessly clinging.

With so many eyes watching, if he didn't let go, it would reinforce the stereotype of the Rurik People as barbarous and uncivilized through his actions.

There's plenty of time to come, no rush to gain or lose at the moment.

Sahalin's flushed face instantly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

His inquiry about the golden light protecting Roland wasn't just idle chatter, but a reminder that special abilities offer only temporary protection, not permanent safety.

He wanted to maintain his image, but Roland's answer made him regret his loose tongue.

"Are you referring to the Holy Light that grants me protection? It is the supreme reward from the Great Goddess for safeguarding the Holy Spring Revival Ceremony."

"Under the Holy Light's protection, no Light Believer can harm me!"

Sahalin's face changed dramatically.

That bastard Roland was too vicious.

Of course he knew it was nonsense, but others didn't know.

The Rurik People were also followers of the Faith in Light, so the impact of this statement was self-evident.

If in future conflicts they couldn't harm Roland, this statement would gradually become an ironclad belief, firmly ingrained in the soul of every Rurik individual.

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