"You unfilial son, I wrote you letters all those years, never imagining they would become the leverage you used to sell me out." Ignatius pressed his longsword against Angus's, staring at him expressionlessly as he spoke each word distinctly.
Hearing this, Angus understood that the unfilial son had thoroughly sold him out.
But so be it. With his current strength, he had no reason to fear his opponent.
"Father, since you put it that way, then let's settle this properly."
Angus retreated a thousand meters and slashed out a sword blade. His very first move was a killing strike. "You spent a hundred years enjoying yourself outside, and now you want to go out and enjoy yourself again. How could I not be jealous?"
"That's because you don't know how to raise children."
Ignatius gripped his sword hilt with both hands and shattered the sword blade with a single slash. The clouds in the sky scattered from the shockwave, and moonlight spilled across the earth.
"Heh!"
"If I didn't know how to raise children, how could that unfilial son be stronger than me now?" Angus shattered space beneath his feet and appeared before Ignatius in the next instant. Gripping his sword hilt with both hands, he slashed down with all his strength.
"If you knew how to teach children, how could things possibly have come to this?" Ignatius raised a hand to block the descending longsword, his face full of mockery.
"I'm still better than you." Angus snapped back without the slightest courtesy. "My child has reached Legend. Does yours?"
Without even thinking, Ignatius cursed, "Isn't that because you, the unfilial son, were useless?"
"Doesn't that only prove your incompetence? You couldn't even raise someone to Legend." Angus cursed right back. "Velin may have set me up, but at least