Seeing Arnold sprawled in the crater, bloodied and shaken, Max strode forward with calm, deliberate steps, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His voice was cold and sharp as a blade. "Arnold, it seems that you're the one who will die today."
Arnold's pupils contracted in shock. "Max, you… you dare to kill me?" he shouted, his voice a mixture of disbelief and rage, but there was no mistaking the tremor in his tone.
The murderous intent radiating from Max was suffocating, piercing straight into his soul, making his body stiffen with fear. For the first time in years, Arnold truly felt the presence of death looming over him.
Max's eyes darkened. "Arnold, you're still saying stupid things like that even now? That really disappoints me," he said coldly, his hand tightening on the hilt of his Blue Dragon Sword. He raised his arm, poised to strike, his killing intent surging like an icy storm.
"Max, if you dare to hurt Arnold, I, Jake, will take your life!"
