"Basil Jaak, from now on, if you see me, it's best to avoid me. Otherwise, I won't let you off with just injuries next time. Sooner or later, you'll die by my hand."
Steven spoke softly, only loud enough for Basil Jaak to hear.
Basil Jaak looked at him, responding with a faint smile, "Next time you meet me, you'd better be careful. Whatever happens today, I'll give back to you tenfold the next time!"
"Hmph, still so stubborn. Let's see what happens!"
After this exchange of words, Steven turned around and walked to the center of the stage, basking in the cheers and applause of the Martial King Faction disciples.
"Basil Jaak, are you okay?"
Gergary, who was injured himself, ran forward to support Basil Jaak.
"I'm fine, just a minor injury."
Basil Jaak smiled lightly, taking a glance toward the audience section. Jorge had already left at some point.
"Huh?"
