"..." Dizzy Arno, hearing Victor's reply and looking at the strip in his hand, entered a state of stupor.
Boom!
At this moment, Victor, while answering Arno's question, also raised his only weapon and smashed it straight onto his face, dark red blood splattered across the arena, looking incredibly tragic.
"Grandson Thief, not giving up yet? I won't let you have the chance to use Star Armor."
"Hmph!" Arno, struck by such an odd weapon for the first time, couldn't help but let out a pained grunt, "It's just a match, do you have to fight me so desperately? I'm not your sworn enemy."
"But you are my enemy." Victor pounced on Arno, gripping his neck, "If you're not willing to fight in a battle that only determines victory or defeat, not life or death, what courage will you have to fight desperately against enemies on a real battlefield?"