Tristan frowned as he heard this conversation, which didn't have him in any parts. It looked like all the elves had the habit of deciding things by themselves.
This really annoyed Tristan that made him wonder if arrogance was also a part of elven culture.
He wanted to argue about this but then, it had been days since he last moved his muscles. It was probably a good time for some light exercise.
How strong could this elf be, anyway?
He scanned the elf in front of him and certain information came to his mind
[Elf]
[Battle power 132]
[Spirit force 148]
Ehem, Tristan took back his condescending thought. He was very strong, indeed. This was one of the highest battle powers he ever saw. It was apparent that the elf did live up to the word of the top disciple in his name.
Alas, this elf chose the wrong opponent today.
"Let's do it."
