Chapter 73: Breaking Your Finger

Remi Sinclair's victory over Rayan Lee, one can say, was effortless, without any exhaustion.

He turned his gaze to Westyn Morgan, who was in the distance enjoying a feast.

"Westyn, have you finished eating?"

Remi Sinclair challenged Westyn directly.

Westyn picked up a pastry to finish, and then leisurely strolled out of the pavilion.

"If I'm to fight you, I will use my weapon directly. Otherwise, I'm sure to end up like that Lee person, swatted away by a flick of your sleeve."

After saying that to Remi, Westyn picked up a black iron rod from the weapon rack.

"Go ahead."

Remi Sinclair nodded.

Westyn held the black iron rod, standing in front of Remi, the naive smile on his face gone, replaced by a serious expression.

"Even though I know I may not be your match, I still want to give it a try... I want to see what the difference is between me and you, who is recognized as the top youth of our generation in Aurora City."

Westyn looked serious.

Suddenly,

he made his move.