"Oh? Are you certain you want to kill me?" Ling Feng raised his hand to stop Saint Di Anfu before she could continue speaking. He turned to Harriet and said calmly, "If you dare draw your sword, I'll admit defeat. How about that?"
Harriet's face turned red in an instant. This was unmasked contempt—was it possible that, in Ling Feng's eyes, he didn't even have the chance to draw his sword?
"That's what you said!" Harriet gritted his teeth and forced the words out through clenched teeth. "If you lose, you can get out of here immediately!"
He understood well enough that since Her Holiness the Saintess was backing Ling Feng, he certainly couldn't kill him. But if he could render Ling Feng useless, that would be an excellent alternative!
Ling Feng glanced at Archbishop Berkeley, but, bafflingly, the archbishop didn't stop the two from battling. Instead, he watched the proceedings with a satisfied smile, as if he welcomed the spectacle.
