Having his senior brother called up the duelling platform, Kevin patted my back and chuckled wryly, which later turned into a sigh.
"Hahaha… haaaa *sigh* Seems like my turn has come. Wish me luck, brother; I don't think my senior brother will go easy on me while attacking. Well, it's better to satisfy his anger now, preventing any further chaos in our sect."
I reminded him of the gloves I gifted and wished him the best for the best. Giving me a thumbs up, he pushed himself forward and started walking towards the stage.
He took out the pair of gloves I had gifted, and after some careful deliberation, he put them on and climbed up the stage.
Zain Alman, who was originally wielding a large broadsword, looked at Kevin, who had decided to take a hand-to-hand combat approach as he stood with his feet widened and clenched fists in front of his face.
