Bab 150: The Hub (Part II)

"I accept."

[Death Match has been accepted. Until one person is dead, you will be locked in place.]

"Gukakaka! I will make you regret messing with me!"

In an instant, my head twisted, making me view the world from the opposite of what it should be. I didn't expect this midget to be this strong and fast.

It was something no one in my world could be compared to. Zalga did a great job hiding his strength, even if it was unintentional. His figure made it hard to deem him as someone strong.

"Tsk."

I heard the gremlin click his tongue once he thought this battle was over. He was still short, and his lost height hadn't come back.

"I'm still alive."

Not only was it the midget that had his spine tingle, but the spectator also. They saw how I spoke without worry, with my head twisted around.

"So your race has that kind of ability. Annoying but not impossible to deal with."

Now that's just racist—way to assume that humans had some freaky ability that was disgusting to look at.