Villain Ch 1753. Sitting Ducks
"Allen, mind for another duel?"
Those words came out of Elio's mouth just like that. Even he couldn't stop it. Didn't plan it. Didn't mean it to come out so blunt. It just… slipped.
And as soon as it did, he felt the weight of five sets of eyes snapping to him like drawn arrows.
Allen tilted his head slowly, brows rising. "Here?"
Red_King blinked once, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Really?" he exhaled. "In the middle of this cursed PvP zone? Where we literally just fought off a cosplaying death cult?"
He waved a hand vaguely at the wreckage around them—burnt trees, shattered terrain, the still-fading corpse glow of half a dozen fake Emperor enthusiasts. "You just said the Emperor might still be lurking, like some edgy endgame cryptid. And you want to challenge this guy and kick his ass?" He jabbed a thumb at Allen without even looking.
Allen frowned. Then smirked. "He won't kick my ass."
It was said too fast. Too calm.
