"What are you doing here?"
Trent Marsh walked out from the city wall, asking wearily.
"If I kill you now, is it considered taking advantage of someone in peril?" Julius Reed placed the sword on Trent Marsh's neck.
"Yes, and no." Trent Marsh calmly looked at the sword on his neck: "If our fight was about victory and defeat, then you'd be taking advantage. But we have always been fighting for life and death. At our level, there is no victory or defeat. Whoever wins has the right to write history."
"Do it, there's only one regret for me, Trent Marsh."
Trent Marsh stepped back and pushed away Julius Reed's sword. "Even knowing I'm bound to die, I have to fight you. Waiting for death with closed eyes is not something I'd do."
"Bring it on!"
Trent Marsh assumed a punching stance, his eyes filled with the fervor of battle.
"You're a real pain, I truly want to kill you."
Trent Marsh had attempted to assassinate him several times, and Julius Reed was indeed prepared to eliminate him.
