Chapter 1382 - Chapter 1382 Chapter 755 Drawing the Sword
Chapter 1382: Chapter 755: Drawing the Sword Chapter 1382: Chapter 755: Drawing the Sword Speaking, Logan slowly assumed a battle stance, his gaze revealing a kind of fighting spirit and excitement. He seemed to not fear the encirclement of the noble family’s descendants; on the contrary, he seemed to be looking forward to a fierce battle. Upon seeing this, the noble family’s descendants quivered with rage and roared as they rushed towards Logan, a fierce conflict about to erupt.
“If you want to fight with me, just say it directly. Why ask for permission from your senior brother? Could it be that you’re all cowards, too afraid to take me on?” Logan’s voice echoed in the air, laced with disdain and mockery, “So, using your senior brother’s name, under the guise of so-called gentlemanly behavior, none of you even dare to draw your swords? If you really want to fight, don’t ask others; come at me if you’ve got the guts! I promise, I won’t show any mercy!”
His words were a naked insult and provocation against them, targeted right at them. Each word was like a sharp blade, stabbing into the hearts of these noble family’s descendants, filling them with unbearable humiliation and rage.
Their faces turned alternately green and white, as if Logan’s words had enraged them to the point of explosion. They clutched the hilts of their swords tightly, their knuckles white from the force, their eyes shimmering with fury and indignation. Having always been cherished treasures held in the palm of someone’s hand, when had they ever suffered such indignities and provocations?
“You… you dare to insult us like this!” one of the noble family’s descendants finally couldn’t hold back and roared, his voice becoming hoarse with anger, “Who do you think you are? Just some wild brat who popped out of nowhere, and you dare to be arrogant in front of us!”
“That’s right! Who do you think you are? We, as descendants of noble families, are not someone you can just insult at will!” Another descendant echoed, his eyes filled with the intent to kill, as if he was about to rush forward and tear Logan into pieces.
However, the leading senior brother was no fool, nor was he impulsive. He stood there quietly, his gaze deep and calm, as if Logan’s words did not enrage him. Despite the jumping and raging of his fellows behind him, he remained cool and composed, like an immovable mountain peak.
If not for the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, perhaps he would have indeed seemed like the epitome of an aristocratic demeanor–steady, restrained, and showing no emotion. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, a determined look flashing in his eyes.
“Logan, you really are bold,” the leading senior brother finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful, “But do you think your provocations will cause us to lose our minds? You are wrong. We noble family’s descendants may not be heroes, but we are not street thugs. We must fight, but not in a reckless outburst like street thugs.”
As he spoke, he slowly drew the longsword from his waist, the tip pointing straight at Logan. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit and determination, as if he was ready to settle the score with Logan. Logan, seeing this, merely smiled faintly, his smile brimming with confidence and arrogance. He knew the battle was inevitable, and he was ready to face the challenge.
The senior brother looked at Logan with a trace of deep malice and disdain in his eyes, as if Logan were some despised stain. A cold sneer curled his lips, his voice low and menacing: “I originally wanted to settle this matter amicably with Young Master Logan, but I didn’t expect Young Master Logan to be so uncooperative. The affairs of an aristocratic family are not so easily refused by anyone. I’d ask that Young Master Logan come with us, to avoid us having to take action and spoil the harmony.”
While he uttered the word “please,” his tone lacked any respect; it was full of coercion. Meanwhile, he had already quietly drawn the longsword from his waist, its tip trembling slightly and shimmering with a cold light, pointed directly at Logan. The others followed suit, drawing their swords one after another. In a moment, the air was filled with a tense and dangerous aura.
All they awaited was for the person before them to say “no,” and they would immediately rush forward and kidnap him, regardless of how Logan resisted, never to escape from their grasp.