Julius Reed had already sensed the approach of the Eastern Bay Warrior.
It seemed that the situation at Brayden Leopold's was quite inconvenient, which is why Black Dog had failed to deliver the news in time.
But it didn't matter, for Julius Reed feared no one. With time, coupled with his intensive daily training, his abilities had greatly improved since before. Now facing an opponent like the Eastern Bay Warrior posed no difficulty at all.
Whoosh!
Clang!
A black iron sword descended from the sky, embedding itself upright on the rooftop of Pearl-on-the-Lake.
Following that, the Western Swordsman leaped onto the roof, landing behind Julius Reed.
The two of them stood one in front of the other, creating a pincer attack.
"No need for both of us to go up together! Samurai, leave him to me!"
The Western Swordsman laughed loudly, unhitching a flask from his belt and taking a big swig!
"Delicious!"
