135 Thir-turn Trial

On the coastline near Summer City, in Atlanta.

Dean McKenzie raised his hands, his face displaying a helpless appearance, which caused the mood of the Bloody Church's Son who was just one move short of falling to his tricks last time to darken.

"Who said anything about surrendering?

I want to have another match with you!"

"I can't, I'm at the second level, while you've obviously reached the fourth level, I can't beat you!"

As Dean McKenzie shook his head in refusal, he began to mock his opponent in a strange tone, "Aren't you a contender for the position of Son of the Bloody Church?

You've risen to such a high position, you couldn't beat me when you were at the third level, so you rushed on to the fourth level to regain your face.

It's hard not to admire you!"

"Impudence!"

Dean McKenzie's sarcastic comments made the Son of the Bloody Church before him furious.

In a flash, he reached Dean McKenzie and held his crimson long sword against Dean McKenzie's neck.