"Are you deaf? Or just stupid?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm neither." My stance widened on instinct, boots grinding against the cracked stone. I leveled my spear toward my centerline—right at my gut—ready to draw it up in a heartbeat if this thing decided to lunge.
If it came down to it… I would use my ultimate trump card.
"That stance…" He tapped his chin. "Why do I get the feeling that's an inferior copy of my style? No—calling it inferior is being generous. This… this is just pathetic."
I clenched my jaw, heat rising in my chest as my Qi stirred.
"I don't know who you are," I gripped my spear tighter, "but don't get too comfortable with me. My spear technique is second to none."
"Oh?" His smile stretched wider. "Interesting… because I can also say the same thing."
