Chapter 307: Stop the world
The sound of metal clashing resonated in the forest situated on the hill. Jackson and Quentin were akin to shadows, appearing and disappearing, meeting halfway. The only indicator of where they were was the sparks of their weapons.
After minutes of nonstop battle, their weapons screeched and rattled once more before they leaped away from each other.
Jackson flung his sword to the side, splitting the air cleanly. On the other hand, Quentin wiped the corner of his mouth with his index knuckle. Both were still perfectly fine as if the battle they had engaged with wasn’t even worthy to call a warm-up.
"This brings me back to the good old days, Jackson," Quentin mused. "We used to spar together as well. Don’t you remember?"
"I do." The corner of Jackson’s lips curled up subtly. "And each time, I beat you."
Quentin arched a brow. "You beat me?"
"Quentin, all the times you won against me were deliberate so as not to hurt your pride and fragile ego."
"Hah." Quentin chuckled. "Is that so?"
"I understood that my purpose is to not only become your war dog but also to accentuate your... greatness — as what you call it," Jackson dawdled, sizing up Quentin and the growing dark aura behind him. "Isn’t that right, Quentin?"
Quentin smiled. "And you did that very diligently because, as you said, that was your purpose, Jackson. Be it then or now, you are nothing and will never be anything without me! You will always be underneath me."
As soon as those words rolled out of his tongue, Quentin teleported in front of Jackson. Fortunately, despite the sudden increase in speed, Jackson was able to block the incoming attack.