"What did you just call me?" Mendoza sneered. "What did you call me, you pathetic fool? Do you know what breakpoint I am currently at? Do you know what my ice affinity is? You think you are still stronger than me? Hmph!"
Mendoza coldly snorted. He then insta cast six long ice spears that circled him. The spears formed with brutal sharpness, each one hissing as the surrounding frost thickened, crackling with deadly intent.
"I'm not the same Mendoza you used to spar with," he said. "Look at that leaderboard. I've broken through the fifth breakpoint. And you? You're still clinging to scraps, chasing the shadow of a woman who wouldn't even look twice at you in the real world."
Nevin didn't flinch. He didn't move. He simply stared at Mendoza, his breathing steady. "Fine. You are all powerful, I admit. I can never reach the heights you have broken through to. Then you should have no trouble coming and helping out your fellow clan members."
