A Mere Ox Cart Dares Demand That I Yield the Road

"Perhaps that will make me take things a little seriously for once!"

His calm tone delivered the utmost arrogance. Duke's words ignited the anger of the three Servants present. In their respective eras, each had been a hero renowned throughout the world. Never had they been so belittled.

Lancer stepped forward first, beating the other two to it. He pointed his spear at Duke. "Berserker, empty words are useless! Let me test what you're made of. If you're just a loudmouthed fraud, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancer spun his spears in both hands, whipping them into twin whirlwinds. An incomparably condensed aura suddenly erupted from him. Mixed within that stern presence was a faint blood-red killing intent. That composed control, able to be unleashed and withdrawn at will, was the mark forged only by one who had survived countless battles.

As his aura pressed down, Duke's Nightmare Steed was provoked. It reared high on its hind legs, and only after Duke tugged the reins did its agitation subside.

"Hehe, so it's nothing special after all!" Lancer sneered. He could tell that the Nightmare Steed was all show.

Unmoved, Duke lightly leaped from his horse and strode toward Lancer. Under the moonlight, the white-haired, long-bearded old man wore heavy armor wreathed in black mist. His eyes shone brightly. Though he looked aged, he was vigorous and strong, carrying the bearing of a true powerhouse.

Duke felt a little awkward. Before that demonic spear, he might as well have been naked. Thinking about it made him a little embarrassed!

"My warhorse was once a unicorn, a symbol of purity. It was personally gifted to me by the Elf Queen and followed me through decades of battle. It was once a powerful Warcraft as