You Want a Fight? Then I'll Give You One (1)

Still.

It wasn't too late.

At least Roya's Physique Cultivation had improved.

For Roya, that was undoubtedly good news.

He could no longer contain his delight, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

But that smile made Sengoku think Roya was deliberately mocking him.

Sengoku flew into an even greater rage!

To him, Roya's arrogance was beyond belief.

After all, when Roya had been in the Marines, Sengoku had personally promoted him all the way to Fourth Admiral.

Yet Roya had now resigned from that post at Marine Headquarters before the entire world and even declared that he would establish a new faction.

And even after Sengoku, the Fleet Admiral himself, had attacked, Roya still wore that contemptuous smile.

How could Sengoku stand it?

Of course.

Roya hadn't meant to mock him at all. He acknowledged Sengoku's formidable strength; otherwise, that last blow could never have injured him, let alone triggered his system.

He was smiling simply because he was happy. But Sengoku had misunderstood.

And Sengoku wasn't alone. Everyone present thought the same thing. Roya's expression really did look arrogant and disdainful.

"Roya!"

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Are you looking down on me?"

Sengoku demanded an answer.

"Not at all."

Roya had been about to explain, but after a moment's thought, he shook his head. "Forget it. Sengoku, think whatever you want."

Truth be told.

Before this, Roya had respected Fleet Admiral Sengoku. He led the Marines, was a legend of this world, and had helped Roya a great deal.

But everything had changed the moment Sengoku chose to attack him.

Roya understood that his proposal to establish the Justice League would deal the Marines a tremendous blow. As Fleet Admiral, Sengoku had every reason to intervene.

But Roya didn't care. Once Sengoku attacked, he