Chapter 72: Contest of Seizure

Archie Cutmore's lips curved into the faintest smile. "Elder Braylon Showyer, three moves won't be necessary. To deal with you, one is enough." His voice stayed calm, almost indifferent, yet every word carried an ironclad certainty. "Arrogant!" Braylon's eyes blazed with fury. He had barely drawn breath to retort when his expression twisted. Color drained from his face, disbelief flashing in his eyes. Archie stood with the Fire Sparrow Sword in hand, lifting it high over his head. "Blood Flame...