Pontus' burly figure waited before the Mirren Estate.
He stood tall and firmly as if he could stop a thousand troops.
His eyes lit up with amusement when he spotted Matthew.
Before he went on the retreat, he had challenged every expert in Dewsbury in deadly battles to test his skill.
All the experts he had fought before were defeated and ended up dead.
They could barely injure Pontus before he finished them.
Yet, fighting them never gave him the thrill one should feel in a life-and-death situation.
However, he felt it when he saw Matthew.
"I, Pontus Mirren, will challenge you to a duel today. The victor will be determined when one of us is dead."
After that, he didn't act. Still, his muscles tensed like a cheetah, ready to pounce.
He didn't even bring up his family.
Even Glaucus, who had lived with him for decades, was just an acquaintance.
The Mirren Family was a burden his father passed down to him. They relied on him to survive.
If he defeated and killed Matthew, it would ensure his family's safety.
However, Pontus would still kill himself rather than live as a loser if he lost the battle, but Matthew decided to spare him.
He didn't need an enemy's mercy.
As Matthew observed Pontus, a hint of battle intent flashed across his eyes.
Pontus had reached the half-step grandmaster level. He might break through from the grandmaster level if he dueled with an opponent of equal strength.
He handed the umbrella to Errol, who watched him stroll away with a worried expression.
His slender fingers tightened around the hilt of the ancient and majestic Bloodreaper as he answered, "I, Matthew Larson of the Martial League, accept your challenge."
The onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath at his words.
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