Clyde's bell-like eyes widened, he has not been provoked like this, immediately said with anger: "I will not be merciful because you are a woman, you will not cry later."
He said and stepped forward.
He was big and strong as a bear, while Artemis, who stood in front of him, looked even more petite; she was not even a third of Clyde's sturdiness, and her height did not reach his chest.
The two faced each other, the atmosphere was a bit anxious, the bystanders began to get nervous, of course, they were worried about Artemis, no one thought she would win, including the slaves on the side. As if the next second, this wonderful woman would be crushed.
"As for strength, I can say that I will win you with one finger." Artemis stood in front of him with her hands behind her back and her head tilted up. Clearly she looked weak, but she was imposing.
Clyde had a kind of anger after being humiliated. His fist clenched. If she hadn't been his Majesty's woman, he would have punched her.
