"I see you're not exactly weak." Seeing Lynch's "confession," Carl assumed he was scared, and his tone grew even more arrogant. "Why don't we have a little match? A friendly spar. Let me see if a so-called Border Baron like you is truly worthy of that honor."
"Uh..." Lynch was even more stunned. He pointed at his own face. "You're saying... you want to duel me?"
"What, got a problem with that?" With a flip of his right hand, Carl summoned a heavy Holy Knight's longsword. A dense wave of Holy Light erupted from his body, instantly causing his aura to swell. "I know you Necromancers keep a lot of Undead Units, but in the face of Holy Light, mere Undead are nothing but worthless fodder!"
"Well... you do have a point." Lynch was speechless, his expression turning a little odd.
He really wanted to ask the guy, 'Have you ever actually dueled a real Necromancer before?'
'Do you have any idea what a Purple Zombie is!?'
