"Sorry, you are not qualified." Julius Reed's sword blade suddenly flicked!
Swish!
Sword Qi raged, unexpectedly breaking a piece of the blue-clad man's clothing.
"Why?" The blue-clad man was somewhat angry: "Don't you realize, he's just sitting back watching us fight! Do you want both of us to get hurt? Why do you insist on following his intention?"
He couldn't understand!
Why is this young man in front of him so foolish!
"You're the fool." Julius Reed spoke disdainfully: "If you were me, would you prefer to face two opponents or one? Now with such a good opportunity, should I not kill you and wait for you to come back and deal with me?"
"This!"
The blue-clad man was speechless for a moment!
It made sense.
Thinking from one's own perspective and an opponent's perspective are entirely different.
"That fool!"
He looked at the already disappeared purple-clad man and couldn't help but curse: "Fool!"
