"What the heck are these idiots doing now?" Dexter thought, staring at the male adventurers around him.
After smirking for quite some time, he said:
"Why should I?"
"You afraid? Come fight me, then…" said the player below the arena.
'Pretty girls are always the cause of war,' Dexter mused.
He stood up and stared at the man challenging him to a face-off. He noticed the opponent was clad in heavy armor and wielded a long spear.
"Okay, then… Wanna bet? Max coins and suicide?" Dexter taunted.
The player's eyes shook. He had asked Dexter to fight him, but suicide wasn't an option. Face-Off provided an automatic hexagonal shield if a fighter's life reached a critical point — but suicide? No shield or resurrection could undo that.
"N-no… How about max coins only… and all gears?"
