"Oh, I'll cater to your needs next time," Seo-Jun spat, rolling her eyes. Although surprised that the child was powerful enough to escape her senses and become a blur in her eyes, she was quickly able to recover, recalling his previous words.
She gritted her teeth before regenerating 9 swords. After contemplating whether she should waste mana or not, she decided to fight. She couldn't be vulnerable, no matter who won this battle.
No one could guarantee her safety except herself. If the child somehow emerged victorious, who was stopping him from killing her? That's why she needed to be prepared.
Also, she needed to be ready to pummel the child in case he was too arrogant.
"What's your name?" Seo-Jun asked, swallowing her pride for a few seconds.
"Maxwell Thompson," replied Maxwell apathetically. "Yours?"
"Kim Seo-Jun."
"Weird name."