Qin Siyang fell silent as he listened to Sima Ji.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers stood behind him.
But a Star Lord was not an emperor. Holding military command did not mean he could ascend the throne.
Even if those hundreds of thousands of soldiers swept away every obstacle, they still could not help him secure the position of Star Lord unless he could defeat Sima Ji head-on.
Sima Ji spoke again.
"Qin Siyang, stop hesitating."
"We both just fought a grueling battle today. We've shown all our trump cards and used up almost all our skills. So if we duel today, we'll have to rely more on our understanding of combat, the combat techniques we've honed, and our ability to seize an opening."
"A duel at a time like this will make the gap between us even clearer. Whoever loses will have no excuses."
"Besides, I want to see just what this strength of yours that transcends the limits really is."
After hearing Sima Ji out, Qin Siyang closed his eyes, seemingly ignoring him.
Sima Ji said, "Qin Siyang, are you showing your contempt for me?"
"No, I'm just thinking. You're far too noisy. Besides, just looking at your face annoys me. Closing my eyes gives me a little more peace of mind."
"Thinking about whether to duel me?"
Qin Siyang shook his head. "Thinking about whether I should become the Star Lord at all."
Sima Ji frowned, puzzled by Qin Siyang's words.
Qin Siyang continued, "The [Apocalypse Fragment] only told me to win the [Succession Star Competition] as soon as possible. But no one has ever told me why I should become the Star Lord."
"Sima Ji, do you know why?"
Sima Ji had never expected Qin Siyang to ask this. "That information is entirely beyond our reach.