"Battalion? I think you misspoke. A band of scum could never claim to be a battalion."
The disdain on Dyon's face thickened. He didn't like the military much, mostly due to his parents' involvement in it leading to their deaths. So, he never cared much for it and only built his own armies out of necessity. And even then, he took on most of the hard tasks himself.
But hearing mere pirates try to give themselves such a holy title pissed him off only because he knew his own father would have raged the moment he heard such nonsense.
"You're courting death!"
"Just piss off."
Dyon's arm shot through the Boss' chest, coming out the other side as though he had done so with a practiced ease. A mere lower Immortal Essence expert, why would it be an issue? The only reason they called this man boss was likely because of the half-immortal weapon on his person. They were in fact all of the lower Immortal Essence realm.
