Chapter 227 - The Old Man Talks Too Much
In the match studio, the intensity grew palpable.
Barton stood on the stage, facing Talon, who stood below, both locking eyes with fierce determination. The flashes from phones captured the moment, making it look incredibly cool. Talon's posture was striking; he stood tall with his chin slightly raised, ready to face any challenge without fear. This image would undoubtedly become an iconic "never give up" quote on social media.
"Lost your tongue? Because your fighter fell? Haha..." Barton chuckled with satisfaction. "Look in the mirror, Talon. After this, there will be nothing left of your team. I'll sweep the score two zero."
"It's too early to say that," Talon replied calmly.
"Still arrogant, huh? You're just a street rat, Talon! Your place is back there, humiliated and lowly!"
"Doesn't everyone have the right to pursue a better life, Barton?"