"You need to allow him to join class S," Kendrick argued.
"But, he obviously lost the match! What are you trying to play at, Kendrick?" General Scar sneered, feeling great delight at his misery.
Frowning, Kendrick ignored Scar and instead fixed his gaze on Francis. "The boy has fallen into a coma; His soul is in a fragile state. To recover, he'll need an environment rich in soul essence... I'm willing to cover the costs, just place him in one of the class S rejuvenation capsules."
Francis massaged his temples as he let out a helpless sigh. "It's not that easy, Kendrick, you know this. Fairness and impartiality, these are the governing factors of the camp. I can't just breach them."
General Scar's smug voice echoed, "He needs to defeat a Class S candidate to become Class S; Since he failed to do just that, you can't blame anyone.
Kendrick's eyes twitched in annoyance at this bastard; He really wished he could rip his tongue out!
