Faced with the aggressive Archie Cooke and Mia Malone, Carson Flores remained composed.
"The competition will speak for itself."
Archie Cooke burst into laughter. "Speak for itself? Do you actually think you stand a chance to compete on the same stage as me? You probably won't even make it past the preliminaries..."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Carson Flores didn't bother to engage with Archie Cooke's verbal attacks. There was a peculiar feeling as though his own stature was being lowered just by responding.
"Whatever you say."
Carson Flores replied effortlessly, his tone like a gentle breeze, instantly giving Archie Cooke the frustrating feeling of landing a full-strength punch into thin air.
As Carson turned to leave, Archie shouted loudly, "Since you're so confident, how about a match?"
Carson turned his head slightly, smiled, "Pure Yang Wood as the wager?"
