"You recognize me?"
Trent Marsh didn't take off his sunglasses; instead, he tossed the cigar to the ground.
He adjusted his suit, which was slightly disheveled from the fight.
"To be this powerful, it must be you, Trent Marsh. But I refuse to yield!"
Bam!
Sutton stomped the ground furiously.
With the longsword in hand, he spun once more!
Electric sparks flickered, and the red in Sutton's eyes grew even more intense!
Born to fight, if he gained such formidable power and then clung to life fearing death, what difference would there be with an emperor!
"Alright, stop fighting," Trent Marsh spread his palms and shook them abruptly!
Buzz!
The longsword began to tremble, eventually falling to the ground.
But Trent Marsh wasn't entirely at ease; he had been pressured into being somewhat serious.
"Earlier, were you fighting Julius Reed?" he asked loftily with his hands clasped behind him.
