Chapter 1961

"Don't worry! He can't kill me!" Perseus lowered his head, wiping the blood from his lips. He shook his head lightly. He had to admit that Nordalus was somewhat skilled—but killing him? That was out of the question. Perseus hadn't even used his full strength yet, let alone unleashed a single lethal move. Rochelle smirked coldly upon hearing that. "How stubborn!" She crossed her arms over her chest, emphasizing her figure, and scoffed. "Perseus, you're nothing but an ex-convict and a penniless nobody. Stop acting high and mighty in front of my man. "You'd do well to recognize your place now. Get on your knees, crawl over, and beg for mercy. If not, he really will kill you." Javier watched Perseus struggle, blood dripping from his mouth, and couldn't help but sneer. "That's right! Isn't your grandfather supposed to be the world's strongest fighter? Aren't you the so-called most talented member of the Caitford family? "Is this all you've got?" Javier scoffed again as if Perseus