"This is Lord Levi, the Lion Hunter Knight of the Northern Lands, a famous Warrior of great renown in Debei. If we're talking purely about Martial Arts, I doubt anyone here could last more than a few rounds against him."
Fujero was laying it on thick, and he wasn't holding back.
The Lord might have had some reputation in his own little corner of the Northern Lands, but across all of Debei, his name had only appeared on the desks of top nobles because he'd had the good fortune to escort a Duke's heir with a claim to succession.
Hardly what one would call "great renown."
Leiden knew he had completely botched it, mistaking the identity of that terrifyingly powerful expert. Like a child grasping at the last straw, he scrambled to recover, "My Lord, then your Combat Qi Cultivation must be incredibly Profound."
In his mind, most powerful humans cultivated Combat Qi. It was the formidable technique they relied on to fight other Alien Races.
