"I'm afraid before long, my men will call for reinforcements. And you, all alone, will find yourself in dire straits." Damari Tennyson looked at the tattered longsword in his palm, shaking his head. "I, Tennyson, wish for a fair duel with you. But the people backing me… might not share my sentiment."
"I am the City Lord. In Swimming City, who would dare lay a finger on me?" Ian Jorden's face turned dark.
On his way here, he had found an excuse to slip away unnoticed.
He initially thought that with his abilities, dealing with a group of insignificant rogues wouldn't prove challenging.
On the elevated central platform, he had held back, reluctant to reveal his full strength under so many watchful eyes.
But what he hadn't anticipated was that the assassin before him had also concealed their powers!
He hadn't had time to notify the City Lord's Mansion.
If reinforcements for his opponent arrived, Ian Jorden's fate would undoubtedly hang by a thread!
