Clatter!
The candied hawthorn fell from Julius Reed's hand onto the ground.
It was covered with a layer of accumulated snow.
The top hawthorn had been bitten in half; the rest would probably be buried under the snow, making it almost impossible for anyone to eat.
"Wait, I'm a bit confused."
Julius Reed's eyes moved downward, looking at the sword pointed at his neck.
Too fast...
He hadn't even finished speaking, let alone reacted.
According to Julius Reed's original plan, he would eat candied hawthorn while dodging this man's three strikes.
Afterward!
He would strike defeat the opponent, and stuff the half-eaten hawthorn into the opponent's mouth to show humiliation.
But the prepared script was rendered useless.
"I was careless..." Julius Reed felt a bit embarrassed.
Being the Seven-Pulse Holder, he had skills.
If he had been cautious from the start, he wouldn't have been defeated without even unsheathing his sword.
