"Damn! This brat is so full of himself, completely disrespecting the Sword Union disciple!"

"Son of a bitch! Blabbering away without even throwing a punch. Let's see how he handles it when he loses!"

"I can't take it anymore! Get me my sword!"

Marco's arrogance and disrespect angered many, especially Miles, whose expression instantly turned dark.

Being a Sword Union disciple meant the world to him, and usually, he earned respect wherever he went. Now, Marco had publicly embarrassed him and Miles couldn't bear it any longer.

Miles declared aggressively, "Brat! I don't care who you think you are. Here, you play by my rules, whether you stand strong or surrender like a defeated warrior!"

He added, "How dare you challenge us near the Sacred Wyrm Summit? Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson myself. You'll find out there's always someone stronger!"

With that, he pulled out his sword, pointing it straight at Marco. His clothes rustled without wind, giving him a commanding and extraordinary presence.

"Well said! Go for it, Miles! Crush this brat!" Onlookers cheered and shouted in support.

picked up the sword from the table,

want to

declared confidently, "I'm not challenging

with just a few

I admire your confidence. Show me what you've got." Marco nodded and slowly unsheathed

swords. It was entirely red

sunlight, the red patterns seemed to come alive,

Miles wasted no time and thrust his sword

cheers from the crowd. This way, he wouldn't ruin

scene. While some may not realize it, she was fully aware of Miles'

would be a breeze for him at his current strength. However, facing an elite would be a whole different

up a challenge near the Sacred Wyrm Summit, was no ordinary person. Winning

turned his gaze toward Dustin and asked, "Who do you think

calmly, "They're not even in the same

can come out on top?" Dalen

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