Ty's eyes narrowed as he sized the man up, noting the sheer size and confidence radiating from him. But there was something off--a strange arrogance that came with his words.
"My team was too slow, too fragile, too weak," Tui Lang continued, pounding his chest with a massive fist. "They got decimated by some dark-skinned loser earlier." He sneered as if recalling the moment with disgust.
"Naturally, I had to retreat--there were too many of them. But now that I've restored myself, I'm ready to complete my mission."
Tui Lang's eyes gleamed as he locked onto John, pointing a meaty finger directly at him. "Whichever one of you is named John, step forward and accept your death. I will fight you, one on one!"
The air around them seemed to still as Tui Lang's words hung heavy in the space between them. Ty took a step forward, his stance firm, but his eyes focused.
"You'll have to go through me first," Ty said, his voice calm but laced with cold steel.
