Chapter 371.2
Understanding Riner’s intention belatedly, Pered let out a dry laugh.
“While attempting to initiate a pure martial arts match challenges the warriors, none of mine step forward. They stand there, mouths shut, silently mouthing, ‘Please kill someone, else.’ Tsk. Who asked them to die? Let’s just settle it with a fistfight.”
Pered regarded Riner with a look as if he were an odd creature, simultaneously understanding that this guy was inherently strange. Who would provoke such a bizarre proposal?
Riner, interpreting Pered’s gaze as a refusal, chuckled and remarked, “Let’s stop if you don’t like it. Come to think of it, older people should be respected.”
Despite Pered being older than Riner, he was still in his mid-thirties now; it wasn’t the time to be receiving respect as an old man. Pered narrowed his eyes, staring at Riner. While he had laughed off more provocative challenges before, this one subtly got under his skin. Standing up, he spoke, “It wouldn’t hurt to use my body after a long time.”
“Really going to do it?” Riner hesitated, seemingly bored for the past few days. Even though he confronted Kasser daily, he received no noteworthy response.
“Just so you know, I don’t care about the other person’s dignity,” Pered warned.
At Pered’s words, Riner pursed his lips stubbornly. “Well, that’s a welcome statement. Even if there are bruises under your eyes, don’t blame me.”
A while later, Kasser heard that two kings were brawling in the desert, and he instinctively grasped the back of his neck.