"You shouldn't have possessed that item like that..." Jet gazed at Hector's status with a jealous look.
Especially when he looked at the legendary coin, his inward resentment began to rise uncontrollably.
"Whoever wins takes everything."
Then, Jet took out his weapons and armor from his space system.
A large, long, and sharp blade emerged from the fractured air. Jet grasped it and swung it a few times around himself.
The blade was about 2 meters long, slicing through the air, leaving behind a faint trail of wind, deeply sinking into he ground.
When Hector watched it, he felt a bit uneasy. It was even taller than he, as he stood at only 1.6 meters.
"You have one minute to prepare!" Jet glanced at Hector with deadpan eyes before shifting his gaze to the hourglass, its sand beginning to flow.
''Tsk! I really think that everything becomes like that…'' He sighed quietly.
Then, He looked at the Jet's status closely for a while.
