Zehmud was about to attack again until he saw a faint light in Aldred's eyes. Suddenly, he couldn't even move a single inch of his muscle.
"You… What did you do to me?"
Aldred slowly approached the man. With a smile, he put the tip of the blade dangerously close to Zehmud's neck.
Sweat began to form on Zehmud's forehead. "I cannot have this. How can you defeat me? You! You're just a new Diamond Rank. I have become a Diamond Rank before you were even born."
"Maybe that's the limit of your talent."
Zehmud gritted his teeth in anger. "I may be defeated but I refused to be insulted by you!"
"What are you going to do about it?"
That statement made him realize that he was in a hopeless situation. Aldred was right. What was he going to do about it?
Zehmud's face turned dark as he looked down.