Angele was standing several meters away from the man, and the man was lying on the ground. Both of them stopped moving and just stared at each other.
“Arrogant rat!” Angele sneered. “You said you were going to kill all my relatives? What happened? Why are you lying on the floor like a dog? Are you trying to beg for your life?”
“Kill me if you can.” The man’s expression did not change. He remained calm. “A punk like you will be able to hurt me? Come, come at me!”
Angele threw his crossguard sword toward the man, aiming for his chest, but the man leaned to the left, and the sword pinned his right hand to the ground. The grass around his hand became soaked in blood.
“You’re provoking me.” Angele narrowed his eyes. “I will skin you alive and sink your body into a cesspit filled with maggots.”
“You can try,” the man said in a light tone.
