"Can I, or rather, do I deserve to, know your name?"
Leva faced away from Julius Reed, asking calmly.
"You are the strongest opponent I've ever met, even if I die, I want to know your name."
"Out of respect for martial arts, I hope you can fulfill this request for me."
After speaking, he remained motionless, apparently gravely injured, on the brink of death.
"My name is Iwan Martinez, under the command of Lord Lee Four," Julius Reed answered indifferently.
"You aren't lying to me? I'm about to die, I just want to hear the truth." Leva slowly turned around, seemingly trying to remember Julius Reed's face.
He was extremely weak, clearly near his end.
"My name is Iwan Martinez, ordered by Lord Lee Four to execute the Church's people," Julius Reed repeated, "each serving his own master, sorry."
"Thank you." Leva smiled slightly, his figure slowly fading away.
In less than three seconds, he vanished into thin air.
"Where did he go?" Nightshade Sovereign asked in surprise.
