Decline, Decline, Decline!

"Are you going to accept his challenge?" Ygos asked with a solemn tone as he eyed Azesdirth who was sitting on the other end of a dining table.

After Felix slayed Bymid, he declared his next challenge and left the stadium...Ygos and Azesdirth straightaway held a meeting to discuss their next move on this matter.

Before the fight, none of them had a single doubt about accepting the challenge, but now? Even their overbearing pride was having trouble leading them.

"I want nothing more but to accept it, but there is a difference between pride in one's strength and identity and blind arrogance." Azesdirth shook his head, trying his best to remove the image of Bymid's body getting ripped right in front of him.

"I am thinking the same. That bastard is already on the level of Elder Dragon. It's best to stay out of their way." Ygos nodded in agreement.