After Dragon Head Sketch had flown a dozen kilometers, Meruem suddenly leaped off the dragon and plummeted toward the ground.
"There's no need to go too far or waste time. You have no chance of winning."
Meruem's voice reached Netero's ears as he fell.
"How would you know without trying? You know nothing about me, do you? Judging by appearances will only cost you." Netero also jumped off the dragon of light.
Although this was not the final battlefield he had envisioned, drawing Meruem away from the Royal Guards had already fulfilled his minimum objective.
A dozen kilometers would be enough.
"No, you don't look like some mediocre martial artist incapable of predicting how a battle will unfold. Besides, you already have your answer."
Meruem's expression was utterly calm. "I was born to rule the world. At first, I thought humans were no different from livestock.
"But things are different now. I know there are a select few humans worth keeping alive. That girl is one of them, and you should qualify as well, because I sense the same quality in you that I do in her. If you cease fighting now, I will spare your life."
Netero listened calmly. When Meruem finished, he raised both hands. "You mean you'll spare me alone, don't you? Given where I stand, I cannot agree."
"Have you already steeled yourself? It seems nothing more I say will sway you. In that case, regrettable as it is, I must say your timing was poor. Let us fight!" Meruem faced Netero and readied himself for battle.
Had this been before something happened to Neferpitou, he might have given Netero more chances.
But now, he had learned from Neferpitou that humans could not be underestimated.
Unknown abilities capable of threatening him still existed in this world,