When the experts crossed swords, whoever lost their composure first was the one who lost the upper hand.
However, when Julius Reed said this, it wasn't to enrage Tate King.
It was a simple humiliation.
Since the fight had come right to his doorstep, it was only right to indulge in some verbal sparring first.
Insult first, then proceed.
"See these bodies on the ground?"
Tate King slowly took a step forward, his third hand drawing the longsword from his back.
"They made a fatal mistake, and you just made the same one."
"Got any last words?" Tate King suddenly looked up, his eyes brimming with endless killing intent.
"None, I'm not one for chatter."
Julius Reed took out his wallet and from it, he drew a gold card, "Take your pick, I'm buying today."
"Oh?"
Tate King was stunned at first, then burst into laughter, "Young man, you are quite the comedian."
Bodies were strewn between the two men.
