OLIVER'S RISE TO INFLUENCE

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE. THE CLASH FOR SUPREMACY.

“Fine! I challenge you to a one-on-one duel. Let’s settle this once and for all!” the player roared, his voice echoing with defiance.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "A one-on-one duel? You really want to do this?" He paused, looked the player up and down, then chuckled softly. "Alright, if you insist.

Oliver then extended his hand mockingly. " Don't worry, I’ll try to go easy on you this time."

Oliver's mocking response only fueled the player's anger further. His face reddened with rage, and he clenched his fists, visibly seething. The player, still seething from his earlier defeat, glared at Oliver with a mix of anger and disdain.

“You think you’re hot stuff now?” he sneered. “Let’s see if you’ve got any real skills, or if you’re just a lucky fool.”

But Oliver remained silent, his demeanor calm and unruffled. He squared up, his stance looking relaxed and almost amateurish, which only fueled the player's mockery.

“Is this supposed to be your game face?”