Xarion ground his teeth as he glared at Vangar.
"Vangar, do you even have any shame left?! I didn't beat you at all. You deliberately lost to me. That doesn't count."
A dignified Imperial Marshal actually resorting to something this shameless...
"Losing is losing." Vangar absolutely refused to become the first partner because he knew very clearly that he simply wasn't suited for that position.
Looking at Xarion with complete seriousness, he said solemnly, "Xarion, there's no need to say anything more. I, Vangar, can accept defeat."
He paused, then added with a straight face, "My Rank Twelve is honestly pretty weak anyway. Losing to you is perfectly normal."
Xarion was boiling with irritation.
Weak? Weak his ass!
Vangar's Rank Twelve had been forged through countless battles on actual battlefields.
If he counted as weak, then there wasn't a single powerful beastman left in the entire interstellar empire.
