"Hahaha!" Lin Feng's laugh shattered the tense silence, his previous gentlemanly demeanor crumbling like glass. The cruel mockery in his voice was unmistakable as his expression twisted into something far more sinister—he no longer resembled the man I once met, but a demon in human form.
"I like the three of you," he sneered, his eyes flicking over Seong-Hoon, Jieun, and Eun-Woo with dark amusement. "Especially you, Kim Seong-Hoon. Our last battle was quite enjoyable. But you're a fool to think you can challenge me again, even with your lackeys by your side."
"They are my friends, not my lackeys!" Seong-Hoon barked, his dragon sword roaring to life. The blade shimmered with brilliant frost light, and the eye embedded in its hilt spun wildly, radiating a fearsome draconic aura that seemed to challenge the oppressive heat Lin Feng exuded.
