"Back then, I taught you this move."
Julius Reed sheathed his longsword, and the Dragon King Ring also dimmed.
He did not intend to use the sword.
There was no point.
"What do you mean?" Ramir Harris asked coldly, his pupils dull.
"If I use a sword, you definitely won't be able to beat me." Julius Reed placed his hands on his waist, took off Hell's Sword and the Great Zhou Lanshore Sword, and threw them into the snow.
"Definitely."
He repeated.
"Indeed." Ramir Harris laughed weakly, "In terms of swordsmanship, you are my master."
"You still remember?" Julius Reed smiled faintly.
Ramir Harris, with exceptional talent, ultimately betrayed him to join the emperor.
Years later, Julius Reed still couldn't figure out the reason.
If Ramir Harris was willing to speak, he wouldn't mind giving him this chance.
But the opportunity came only once.
If not cherished, it would be lost for a lifetime.
