He had said enough.
His goal was clear enough.
His meaning was clear enough.
But the other party was still stubborn.
In this case, it would be a waste of energy to say anything more.
The action was the most powerful response!
Trent had never heard of the Maire family. After he joined the army a few years ago and became the disciple of the Medical Saint and the Martial Saint, he only cared about his two masters and himself. What he had to do was break through the obstacles and keep getting stronger.
In the past five years in Wolf Fang Mercenary, he had been constantly performing tasks. His killing moves had been refined to perfection in wars. His elbows, arms, and knees were all sharp weapons for killing.
South Style?
He had never seen it before.
He had no interest in seeing it.
But now that they had made it clear, he wanted to see whose fist was harder.