Why?
Elliott Taylor laughed lightly, not bothering to answer Benjamin Mitchell's question. Instead, he quietly cast his gaze upon White Mitchell.
"Among the ordinary martial artists, only a handful could reach your level. Quite impressive." The apparent compliment from Elliott Taylor fell on White Mitchell's ears like a harsh, grating sound.
From White Mitchell's point of view, Elliott Taylor was not actually praising him. It was more like a mockery or perhaps even contempt.
White Mitchell stood still, motionless, as if he didn't hear a word of what Elliott Taylor said.
Elliott Taylor faced White Mitchell's stoicism with another cold chuckle. "Quite proud, aren't you? Indeed, if I were in your shoes, having achieved what very few have in the ordinary world, I too would be arrogant. But alas, today, is not your lucky day. You are face to face with beings from a different realm, transcending mortality, touching upon the supernatural.