Chapter 829 - 827 The Power of Soul Energy
Inside the arena
"Damn." Deathholder's son cursed.
He wanted to enjoy his fight in the Royal Match. Since everyone just wanted to gang up on him. He had no choice but to just use their momentum against them.
He quietly and upset walked up to his father. He knew how his father could have seen the match. He gently opened the door.
The butler was in smiling. The butler gestured for the son to advance in front of his father. So the son did.
"My son, you are a wonderful fighter. I know that you are upset about how people treat us like crap. Instead of trying to win fairly, they want to use their pride against themselves. That is what cost them the match." Deathholder told his son.
"If I may add also," the butler had the look in his eyes. Deathholder nodded. "Victories only count in the arena. True victory is when you step up and acknowledge the fact that you lost fair and square. Sometimes it is not about winning, a good lost can humble some people. Also remember, a terrible win can almost affect you. Those are the ones that you must fight through.
No matter how you see the victory. Others will see it differently. Just like your fight just now. You want it to be a bad taste victory. Others see it as they just gave up their chance because of their self pity. Never forget these words." The butler spoke.
The son still seemed upset.