Pejon, with a fierce scowl on his face, spoke.

“…What exactly are you saying right now?” “I mean exactly what I said.”

He was referring to absorbing the martial arts energy already within his body, along with Pejon’s energy.

Pejon’s face twisted further as he responded.

“Are you saying you’re prepared to die? If so, I can help you in a far more efficient manner.”

He was essentially offering to beat me to death.

How intimidating.

To that, I replied,

“I’m not joking.” “If you’re not joking, then what? Are you trying to mock me?” “No, I’m completely serious.” “Ha.”