Chapter 253: Romanticization of the Wild

"Surrender…

…or I humiliate you in front of everyone that is watching us right now."

There was a silence after that, with only Rhys's breaths whispering in the air, as Lance did not really seem to have any need to actually breathe. He just stood there, almost as if thinking about his next step.

"You don't feel pain," Rhys continued to whisper into his ear, "That means I wouldn't feel that bad once I rip off your limbs and crush your head. It's your choice — you can continue to fight, but I assure you that is the next thing that will happen."

"Woah…" Lance then finally breathed out as he wiped the imaginary sweat trailing down his forehead, "...You are really intense. Has anyone told you that? Fine, fine…

…I surrender."

The boosters attached to Lance's body all closed down at the same time as he backed away from Rhys; shaking his head several times as he let out a long and very deep sigh of disappointment.