"There is a path to paradise, yet you refuse to take it; there is no door to hell, yet you break your way in!"
Damari Tennyson waved his hand, and the disciples of Lowell Tennyson swiftly withdrew.
In a duel between masters of this caliber, they could only be cannon fodder, completely useless.
South Ring City Road was sparsely populated.
The entire area was part of Swimming City's industrial district.
Following the South Ring City Road deeper in leads to the Ghost Market.
Damari chose this path for two reasons: one, to facilitate his escape; and two, to avoid the watchful eyes of the City Lord's Mansion.
But unexpectedly, he was still followed.
"How did you find me?" He drew his sword.
Between masters, there was no need for idle chatter.
Words were spoken through the blade!
"I am the City Lord of Swimming City. I have the authority to review all the surveillance in the city! Was it difficult to track down your petty moves?"
