Ty's eyes narrowed as he sized the man up, noting the sheer size and confidence radiating from him. But there was something off—a strange arrogance that came with his words.
"My team was too slow, too fragile, too weak," Tui Lang continued, pounding his chest with a massive fist. "They got decimated by some dark-skinned loser earlier." He sneered as if recalling the moment with disgust. "Naturally, I had to retreat—there were too many of them. But now that I've restored myself, I'm ready to complete my mission."
Tui Lang's eyes gleamed as he locked onto John, pointing a thick, meaty finger directly at him. "Whichever one of you is named John, step forward and accept your death. I will fight you, one on one!"
The air around them seemed to still as Tui Lang's words hung heavy in the space between them. Ty took a step forward, his stance firm, but his eyes focused.
"You'll have to go through me first," Ty said, his voice calm but laced with cold steel.
