"I haven't heard an answer yet."
"Honestly, I didn't care what the Emperor's faction demanded. You were their target in the first place."
"You don't mean to suggest a test of skill, do you?"
"Why do you think so?"
Trevor suddenly asked, his expression hardening. What I just said seemed to have pressed a button in the Trevor mind.
'Oh? This is the scratch point, right?'
I laughed and answered as if it was no big deal.
"Isn't that obvious? I wouldn't rush in knowing I would lose."
"So what you're saying is, you're stronger than me?"
"Why? Don't you think so?"
Bam!
The distance was about 7 meters, but the sound of it moving could be heard from here. Trevor Warren tossed the ornate sword aside.
This is the famous sword that the imperial nobles gave him.
Chaenggang!
