I Like Tough Guys Who Refuse to Bend-Keep It Up

Looking around, Orm saw nothing but traitors and turncoats. He had completely lost faith in this world. Fury surged through him as he raised his trident and pointed it at Arthur.

"Arthur Curry, if you want to become the king of Atlantis, if you want to become the Ocean Lord, you'll have to step over my corpse first."

"Orm, neither you nor I will leave a corpse behind today."

Arthur shook his head slightly, then said seriously, "If it weren't for the trident, I wouldn't have come here. So I promise you, no one will die."

"Hehehe..."

Orm sneered disdainfully. "Mercy and tolerance—looks like my half-blood brother will make a fine king someday!"

Arthur was left speechless. Knowing that Orm would not listen no matter what he said, he simply fell silent.

"Come on, you hateful half-blood. If you can beat me, you'll be Atlantis's new king. Otherwise, crawl back to your land."

"Fine!"

Arthur nodded solemnly and stopped Mera and Atlanna from trying to dissuade him. True, even without this duel, he could have seized the throne by force. After all, everyone present was on his side.

But Arthur still decided to give Orm a fair fight. There was no other reason—he wanted his younger brother to truly accept the outcome.

Perhaps Orm was better than him in other areas, such as governing a nation, but when it came to fighting, Arthur was still quite confident.

Orm swept his trident sideways, smashing through the wall of the council chamber with a torrent of water before launching himself out.

"Come, Arthur. Stake the throne and fight me!"

"No, it's to stop the war!"

Arthur muttered to himself and followed calmly.

"Normally, what comes next would be a tragic duel between brothers. Orm, full of hatred, would show no mercy and