Since he was not a native of the Pudora Kingdom, there should naturally have been no deep-seated hatred between them.
That was why he still hoped to show mercy.
If this fellow was willing to join the Chris Pirates after the war and become one of his subordinates,
wouldn't that be a huge win for Bartolomeo?
Morantesi, however, seemed to have no intention of backing down.
He sneered and said, "If you have what it takes to kill me, go ahead and try."
"While I can't do anything to you, you might not be able to do anything to me either!"
Morantesi had always felt that his earlier setbacks were not proof of Bartolomeo's strength.
Instead, he believed he had been put at a disadvantage by the recoil from striking the defensive barrier.
Naturally, Morantesi refused to accept defeat.
At those words, a trace of coldness finally surfaced in Bartolomeo's eyes.
His expression darkened as he said flatly, "In that case, I'll grant your wish."
"Let Blackwater Valley in the Pudora Kingdom become your grave!"
Before his words had faded, Bartolomeo took the initiative and attacked.
He maintained a defensive barrier with one hand, ready to block Morantesi's attacks at any moment.
He clenched his other hand into a fist and aimed for Morantesi's chest.
Caught off guard, Morantesi was not quite ready.
He could only fight as he retreated, slowly backing away.
At the entrance to Blackwater Valley, Chris and the members of the Seven Warlords Alliance stood quietly in place.
Their corner of the battlefield was remarkably peaceful.
No one dared to attack them there.
Nobody was a fool. Chris and the Seven Warlords Alliance were gathered together.
Charging into a lineup like that would be suicide!
Not a single person was foolish enough to come looking for