“Contrary to your reputation, you don’t seem that talented.” The Golden Knight, Kayne, glanced at James with obvious disappointment.

He shook his head and smirked. “I thought the Dragon King of Sol would have a more commanding presence, but you don’t look particularly impressive. There’s a word for guys like you in Sol, right? What was it? Oh, right. I think it was… pretty boy?”

James simply smiled indifferently.

He was not infuriated.

Seeing Kayn provoking James, the Queen did nothing to stop him. Instead, she cast Kayn a meaningful gaze.

Kayn immediately understood her intentions.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, he unsheathed the long golden sword hung around his waist and pointed it at James.

James said calmly, “What’s the meaning of this? Is this the way Durandal treats its guests? If so, I’ll return to Sol immediately.”

“Durandal is a nation that treasures strength above all. We welcome guests with a duel. If you’re strong, you’ll be given due respect. If you’re weak, then you should