Durandal raised his eyebrow when he heard Harvey's provocation. He was quite shocked that Harvey was able to see through everything with such ease, but he didn't show much of it.

He simply said coldly, "No one can order me around. I simply didn't like you. So? Go on! Kill me if you're really as powerful as you make it sound."

Harvey sighed. "I'm trying to talk some sense into you, but you refuse to listen to reason. I never said I wanted your life. All I want is your hand. Since you refused to choose the option I'm giving you, I suppose I'm going to take what's mine."

Harvey took a step forward, grabbed Durandal's right hand, and then twisted it.

Snap!

There was a snap, and Durandal's right arm was twisted into an irregular shape. Durandal suppressed the pain inside of him, but he was also quite shocked. He never expected that, despite being a superior martial artist, he would be completely useless when facing Harvey.

The moment Harvey attacked, forget resisting—he didn't even