"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!
Then he quickly pulled out an old sword from his waistband. Although the appearance was very plain, it was very well maintained.
