This guy's a war fanatic.
Henry couldn't help but feel resigned as he looked at the buzz-cut young man in front of him, who seemed determined to fight to the death.
Lune, standing beside them, bit her lip in frustration and scolded her good-for-nothing disciple loudly, "Have you lost your mind? I've already said that only Henry can complete this task, it's not about not letting you do it."
"Moreover, we're in the Stellar Coliseum. What's the point of beating your opponent to a pulp? Won't they just recover in 10 seconds?"
The buzz-cut young man paused, then sheepishly scratched his head and admitted, "You're right, I forgot about that rule of the coliseum."
Suddenly looking a bit dejected, he turned to Henry, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "If beating you doesn't change the outcome, then what's the point of this match?"
"Forget it, I won't fight."
He was ready to concede right there and then.
