Chapter 106: The Thigh as a Rod, Will Determines Victory, Blasting Your Head Open
"So, you still wish to battle me?" Hearing Victor's words, Arno's expression turned frosty, for he saw this man as the epitome of ingratitude.
"Of course, I haven't completely lost my combat strength yet."
"You think you still have a chance of victory against me?"
"One never knows until the battle is fought to the very end," Victor responded with a nonchalant and mocking smile, aware of the vast disparity between his Star Armor and that of his opponent.
"I gave you a chance for a dignified exit, but you didn't take it. So, I will just have to knock you down, just like that member of your family, Jelos."
Arno spoke with an icy tone, reaching out to grab the faceguard floating beside him and placing it on his face, readying himself for battle once more.
"Damn, our compatibility only differs by 10%, so why is there such a huge gap between us? I'm not even in the same league."