"Chase, you've managed to defeat my subordinate, but you're still no match for me. Causing such chaos in Capital City leaves you with no escape but death." A man clad in black armor appeared before Chase, exuding a sharp, menacing air.Chase gripped his sword tightly, a determined glint flashing in his eyes.This man was Morty Loft, an enforcer of the Night Pavilion. Chase had heard of him before—his strength was said to be formidable, with rumors that he had once slain a true master of martial arts.Morty stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Chase from above. "You may be strong, even capable of injuring my subordinate, but you're still destined to die.""If you want my life, then let's see if you have what it takes!" Chase replied coldly."You could ask your mother how she begged for mercy back then," Morty sneered, his tone filled with mockery.Chase's expression darkened, his heart pounding as he stared at Morty."Was the Night Pavilion involved in the fall o
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