Speaking, Logan slowly assumed a battle stance, his gaze revealing a kind of fighting spirit and excitement. He seemed to not fear the encirclement of the noble family's descendants; on the contrary, he seemed to be looking forward to a fierce battle. Upon seeing this, the noble family's descendants quivered with rage and roared as they rushed towards Logan, a fierce conflict about to erupt.
"If you want to fight with me, just say it directly. Why ask for permission from your senior brother? Could it be that you're all cowards, too afraid to take me on?" Logan's voice echoed in the air, laced with disdain and mockery, "So, using your senior brother's name, under the guise of so-called gentlemanly behavior, none of you even dare to draw your swords? If you really want to fight, don't ask others; come at me if you've got the guts! I promise, I won't show any mercy!"
