Adam Steele came from a good family, but even so, he couldn’t afford such a fine blade. The thought that he could have it just by taking it made Adam Steele instantly excited.

Compared to the broadsword, even delicious pork didn’t seem like much.

Adam Steele took a few steps forward, looking down at Brian Carter, a fierce glint in his triangular eyes. “Give me the sword, and I won’t beat you to death.”

Brian Carter glanced at Adam Steele and then looked away. Staring each other down to see whose gaze was fiercer was something only kids did.

He was thinking about how to solve this problem. If David Clark and the others were like biting dogs, then Adam Steele was a man-eating wolf.

The brutality in Adam Steele’s eyes wasn’t an act. Only someone who had killed and seen blood could have such a disregard for life.

Brian Carter felt a bit troubled. His problem now was that he was too weak. Winning wasn’t hard, but making the other side truly accept defeat was.

Besides, judging by this guy’s nature—fierce and bold—he would never admit defeat.

Not just in a tribe like the Iron Forest, even in the advanced world of Brian Carter’s previous life, if a fool had something good, all kinds of people would covet it.

Adam Steele was only fifteen, not yet an adult, so he could shamelessly try to snatch it by force.

If he wanted to solve this once and for all, killing him with a single strike would be the best way.

Brian Carter wasn’t afraid of killing, but stealing was one thing—murder was another. Especially since the other guy had a powerful father.

Besides, killing over such a trivial matter was a bit much.

But Adam Steele stood there swaggering, feet planted firmly and stiffly. With a single slash, the broadsword could definitely cut open his belly.

It was like a girl spreading her legs right in front of you—if you didn’t go for it, you’d be letting down the opportunity.

Brian Carter lowered his eyes and said, “After all that talk, you just want to steal my sword, don’t you!”

In Adam Steele’s eyes, Brian Carter avoiding his gaze was pure fear.

He looked down even more on such a coward. Just as he was about to speak, the squint-eyed youth beside him suddenly interjected, “We’re not stealing, just borrowing it to play with…”

Adam Steele shot a glare at Evan Steele; not only were his eyes crooked, but so was his mind.

Brian Carter was just a coward—no need for any tricks.

Adam Steele was a bit annoyed at Evan Steele’s cleverness, but didn’t say much.

Having an excuse was fine; if others asked, he’d have a reason to deflect.

“No.”

A cool, clear voice came from behind, directly rejecting Adam Steele.

Adam Steele was furious, turning around to lash out, only to see Grace Miller.

She stood there quietly, her snow-white face calm and cold, without any expression.

The anger on Adam Steele’s face immediately froze. After a moment of daze, he forced a smile and said, “Priestess Yue, what brings you here?”

Though Grace Miller was young, she was already a full priestess of the temple, holding a very high status in the Iron Forest tribe.

No matter how overbearing Adam Steele was, he didn’t dare be rude to Grace Miller.

Grace Miller’s cool, deep blue eyes looked at Adam Steele, but she said nothing.

Adam Steele felt extremely awkward under her gaze and quickly looked away, dryly explaining, “I just wanted to borrow the sword to play with, nothing else.”

The other boys didn’t dare say a word, all hanging their heads, not daring to look at Grace Miller.

Even the usually talkative Evan Steele was behaving, looking like a well-behaved child.

Grace Miller waved her hand, signaling for Adam Steele and the others to leave.

The other boys looked relieved, heads down as they quickly slipped out.

“All useless,” Adam Steele cursed inwardly. Being dismissed like this left him especially frustrated, but he didn’t dare show it.

On the surface, Adam Steele still nodded politely to Grace Miller before turning to leave.

As he reached the door, Adam Steele looked back at Brian Carter, his gaze extremely fierce.

“Wait…”

Brian Carter hadn’t planned to get involved, but seeing Adam Steele’s look, he knew this wasn’t over. To avoid trouble, he said to Adam Steele, “If you want this sword, it’s easy—just beat me.”

Adam Steele had one foot out the door, but quickly pulled it back at these words. Turning around, he grinned at Grace Miller, “Priestess Yue, he’s the one challenging me, so you can’t blame me.”

In Adam Steele’s eyes, Brian Carter didn’t even register. He only cared about Grace Miller’s reaction.

“Since Priestess Yue is here, she can witness the duel,” Adam Steele laughed.

Grace Miller glanced indifferently at Brian Carter, saying nothing. She didn’t agree with Brian Carter, but she wouldn’t interfere with his decision—even if it seemed foolish.

The Iron Forest tribe valued warriors and worshipped the strong.

A fair duel witnessed by a priestess—no one would be held responsible for injuries or death.

Grace Miller’s lack of objection made Adam Steele very happy. He beckoned to Brian Carter with a sinister grin, “I’m starting to like you. Come on, I’ll make sure not to kill you.”

Brian Carter waved his hand, “Don’t rush. Not today.”

Adam Steele’s smile froze, and he barked, “Are you messing with me?”

“Seven days from now, I’ll come find you. A fair duel. If I lose, I’ll give you the sword,” Brian Carter said calmly.

Adam Steele hesitated. Seven days was too long. He wanted the broadsword right now.