"Now, as for what I want…I want you to fight me in a duel, that simple!"
Hearing Chaos' words, Dweezel's eyes narrowed.
'A duel?'
The immortal snake was extremely confident in his ability to defeat Chaos, especially now that he was in Alexander Aphelion's body.
He couldn't understand the treacherous commander's motives for challenging him.
Did the bastard want to die that badly? He doubted it.
"Sure, I'll gladly slaughter you," Dweezel responded coldly. "But what's the catch?"
"Hahahaha!" Chaos laughed heartily. "Catch? You really think I need some sort of advantage to take you down?"
He paused for a moment, his gaze turning cold and confident—though only briefly—before returning to his playful demeanor.
