Sarcasm

"Martial arts?"

"Bullshit!"

Hearing his father's explanation, Mordred turned the meaning of the term over in his mind and felt as though he had been toyed with. Rage surged within him, and his voice grew flustered and furious.

"My strength is greater than yours now, and my speed surpasses yours several times over. When you faced my attacks earlier, you couldn't even fight back—you could only let me toy with you!"

"So-called martial arts are nothing more than a few stances and techniques. How could something so trivial suppress me to this extent? It could even predict my moves in advance!"

If his father had said that he...