The pride of Azure Mountain is etched into their very bones!
Their renown for belligerence isn't a label slapped on by outsiders.
It's forged by their own blades and hidden weapons!
Every person from Azure Mountain has hot blood running in their veins!
They all have pride!
A hundred years of martial ardor; their mere reputation is enough to scare off some petty criminals.
"Are you the last one?"
Watching Adam Martin with a Longsword in hand, Julius Reed looked back.
It seemed there was no one else.
"What do you mean?"
Adam Martin's eyebrows knit slightly.
"If there's anyone else, come at me together."
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a helpless smile on his face.
"Are you insulting me?"
The hand holding Adam Martin's Longsword trembled slightly.
Did Azure Mountain folks need help?
Or rather,
who would be so presumptuous as to believe their strength surpassed that of Azure Mountain?
"Insult you?"
Julius Reed didn't understand what he meant.