Chapter 356 Uga

Michael stared.

Then blinked.

Then blinked again.

"…Are you saying you won't fight me because… I'm too good-looking?"

Uga looked away sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You look like girl… but stronger. Big Sis say don't hit pretty people."

A ripple of laughter ran through the audience.

Even the commentator stifled a snort.

"Well… that's a first," he said. "Mic Nor has just been disarmed by… compliments?"

Michael sighed quietly, raising one hand to his forehead.

"Whatever."

As his voice faded, Michael's figure blurred.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Uga, spear swinging downward in a swift arc.

His speed was impressive—sharp, precise—but his posture remained casual. Relaxed, even.

Had it been Renn standing before him, Michael would have approached differently. After witnessing Renn's fight with Prince Rui, he knew better than to underestimate him again.

But Uga?