"No wonder you are Crimson's leader. You indeed have some skills!"

Zander exclaimed and changed the topic. "But if that's all you have, you'll soon be dead by my hands!"

"Bullshit! I'll see if you can still speak nonsense when I stab a dagger into your chest."

Bloodhand took a step back and said as he stared at Zander.

Zander smiled, and the dagger he was wielding suddenly became faster.

It was the moment when he showed real strength.

Bloodhand, who had felt death, was also instantly alert. Staring at the dagger in Zander's hand, he fought Zander's dagger with his own.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The two daggers kept clashing, making clanging noises.

For a moment, neither of them could do anything to the other, but Zander was still calm, while Bloodhand looked slightly tired as his breathing became heavier.

The two seemed evenly matched, but it was Zander who gradually gained the upper hand.

"Brother Zander got into a fight with Bloodhand.

"Hurry up and get rid of this trash so we ca