He was desperate.
His goal was to kill himself!
Roger lifted his head, his gaze sweeping across the crowd but without success.
"The contract has been sealed, and no one can terminate this duel, of course, you can choose to concede. As a penalty, I will chop off one of your arms and leave a permanent mark on your face!"
"Or you could choose to kneel before me and beg to keep your arm!"
The elder hunched over, expressionless as he spoke.
"As for whether I will agree..."
"That will depend on whether your plea can move me."
The elder's attitude seemed casual, but every sentence assumed the stance of a victor, using verbal jabs to disturb the calm of Roger's mindset.
Roger lifted his head, yet a smile appeared on his face. "You just reminded me, don't worry, I won't give you the chance to hear me beg for mercy."
"Hmph... I never planned to leave here alive!"