"Damn! So I was just treated like a sucker, huh? And you actually think it's something worth boasting about?"
Yang Yan looked at Igukas with the kind of gaze reserved for those who lack sense.
Fenrir, aligning himself once more with Yang Yan, nodded in agreement:
"Exactly, exactly. If it were me, I'd be too embarrassed to even mention it. But you, you think it's something to brag about."
Igukas clenched his fist and said angrily:
"You two, one day I'm going to take you both out!"
"Who's afraid of you anyway!"
Yang Yan sneered:
"We haven't had a bout in ages, how about we find a chance to spar later?"
The strength of a warrior is never just cultivated; it's tempered through countless battles.
Upon hearing Yang Yan's suggestion, Fenrir's eyes sparkled as he looked at the two, almost impatient:
"I'm down for that. I haven't exercised my skills in a long time either. How about we find a place and have a good fight later?"
