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At this point, only one path remained for the story to follow—the most primal method passed down from ancient times. Brutal, perhaps, but unmatched in its effectiveness.
"I wonder if you're as good as your mouth," Barter said, drawing his sword.
I started circulating my internal energy. I'd conserved as much as I could while fighting the demons, but that wouldn't be possible against someone like him. I had ignored him until now, but there was no denying Barter's skill.
Anyone who faced Barter would inevitably lose. That included Hector and Charon, the most gifted among the hero disciples, as well as the Young Dark Pope Evan, and Seren.
Even now, the outcome was no different. I managed to scratch at his nerves effectively, but he remained composed.
In any case, this has to end here. I needed to firmly put Barter in his place. In an emergency, having two commanders was a disaster waiting to happen. Confusion in the chain of command leads only to ruin.
The one saving grace was that Barter seemed to understand this too. He saw me as an opponent who had to be dealt with, so he wouldn't shy away from a fight.
Just then, the silent Alderson finally spoke up. "I won't allow you to fight here."
His mana spread through the room like ripples on water. It wasn't particularly threatening, but it had a calming effect, like a gentle breeze that dulled the edges of tension. It doused the fire in me as if someone had poured cold water over it.
I shrugged and stopped circulating my internal energy. Barter slightly...
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