Chapter 80 You Are Not Worthy Of A Bayonet Duel

• Josiah, with a wild look in his eyes, stepped forward. Licking his lips, he said, “I can tell you're skilled. I want to test my skills against yours.”
• He discarded his pistol, approaching slowly like a stalking cheetah. With a quick movement, he drew a silver dagger from his waist.
• This dagger was far from ordinary; it radiated a chilling brilliance. Its delicate, petite form shimmered with an icy aura, and its sharp edges seemed tainted with the blood of many, as if it had partaken in countless feasts of human life.