Jayden stared at Zich for several seconds.
However, he did not become angry immediately as he would have in the past.
A moment later, he instead gave a cold laugh.
"You won one tournament. That's all."
"Next time, I'll win it back."
"Fine," Zich replied with a smirk. "I'll wait."
Two simple words. There was no ridicule and no contempt.
The coldness in Jayden's eyes paused slightly.
He could tell that Zich genuinely believed he possessed the qualifications to challenge him again.
For someone like Jayden, any false consolation would only make him angrier.
A direct response without the slightest trace of pity was instead the kind of attitude he could accept most easily.
"Before our next fight, don't lose to anyone else."
Jayden withdrew his gaze.
"I don't want to defeat a champion who has already been trampled by someone else."
Zich lifted his cup.
"Reach the finals first, then we'll talk."
"…"
Helen finally could not hold back and burst into laughter.
