The fourth leader trembled as Adam's hand approached. "N-No. Please, sir. I... I can name every sect involved in similar activities. You can take our treasures or even become the sect leader!"
A sharp glint flashed in his brown eyes, his hand tightening on the dagger hidden beneath his robes. 'I've seen your movements when you killed Shang. You're slightly slower than us, but good at reading and countering strikes. A few more centimeters, one strike. Your magic will be of no use at this range.'
"NOW!" With a desperate roar, he swung his dagger in an impaling downward thrust. Heart drumming in his ears, the embers of his snuffed hope reigniting at full force, he watched the glistening blade whistle between Adam's sky-blue hair.
"This is my victory, arrogant fool!"
