"I, Usher, offer him a chance to duel me one-on-one. If he wins, I will leave with my team immediately."
Usher stood with an aura of unmatched dominance. His expression was like that of a noble prince, and the way he spoke exuded confidence, as if victory was already within his grasp.
"Despicable bastard!" Iron Cavalry's voice rang out in anger.
"Usher, I'll f**k your sister!" Bradley cursed vehemently. He knew exactly what Usher was doing—taking advantage of the fact that Orson wasn't online, making it look like Orgod was too scared to face him in battle. This was all just to create the illusion that Orgod was inferior, even though everyone knew otherwise.
"Oh? Seems like the Triple Crown Champion has his moments of fear. What a shame," Usher shook his head and waved his hand, raising his divine bow high. "Kill!"