Looking at the aura emanating from the blade, Luo Yan glanced at the middle-aged man, who seemed to be an adventurer, with a hint of surprise.
This guy actually possesses Black Iron Level strength; it seems he was a one-in-a-hundred strong warrior in his youth.
However, that level of strength is still somewhat inadequate before him.
After a brief moment of thought, Luo Yan had an idea. Gazing down at the man who appeared to be the strongest among this group of refugees, he spoke leisurely.
"Your name."
Brook replied cautiously.
"Brook…"
With a casual tone, Luo Yan continued.
"Brook, is it... I admire your courage. Since you still have the guts to draw your sword, let's play a game."
Brook froze. Although he felt there might be a trick to this, he instinctively asked.
"What game…"
With a smile, Luo Yan said.
