“Bastard!” The red-robed warrior couldn’t control his anger and drew his sword.
“Mr. Rhys, there’s a saying in Dragonmarsh: ‘Do something at your peril.’ Hand over the Cherusia, and
I’ll spare both of you. Refuse, and there’s only one outcome. Death!” Diego threatened Dustin.
“Do you think your group can take me down? Are you that brave?” Dustin taunted. “Don’t believe me?
Give it a try,” Diego snapped his fingers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe red-robed warrior dashed toward Dustin with his sword. He roared, “Folks from your Dragonmarsh
are nothing but eastern Scoundrels. Today, you’ll learn a lesson.
“What did you just call us?” Dustin’s face hardened, and he looked ready for a fight. About eighty years
ago, Dragonmarsh had just been through a war. The Kimboku people often looked down on
Dragonmarsh and called them “eastern scoundrels”.
After many years, Dragonmarsh improved and became a stronger country. But the shame from that
period remained etched in memory. So, when the red-robed warrior said that derogatory term, Dustin
was angry.
“What’s the matter? Offended? Your people will always have to show respect to us. It’s like how dogs
listen to their owners. Begging with their tails wagging.”
He continued, “But I must say, your girlfriend is beautiful. I’ll enjoy her after I kill you. Oh, I think I’ll
torture her right in front of you!” The red- robed warrior laughed arrogantly.
Then, the other black-robed warriors around him joined in. They believed they were far superior to
Dragonmarsh’s martial artists.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You’re going to die!” Dustin’s anger flared up, and he charged forward. “Die!” The red-robed warrior
yelled. He charged forward and aimed his sword at Dustin’s head.