At least for today, you don’t have the standing to force me into training, or even an assessment bout. I chose to take part in the first half. You fumbled your chance, and now you want a second half to make up for it? Sorry. There will be no second half.

Their clashing gazes carried layers of meaning. Han Qingyu stood there, wearing his Silver Azure Guardian Medal and a polite smile that was impossible to argue with.

He could have used the medal to refuse from the start, but he hadn’t. That made the whole thing even harder to dispute.

Liang Ge finally snapped out of his daze. Almost immediately, he felt himself approaching a boiling point.

However, this was a tradition spanning decades of the Coalition’s history, and the stands held hundreds of veterans wearing their medals with pride. If he did anything rash, embarrassment would be the least of the White Erasers' problems. It would be far worse than that.

Frustrated fury flooded Liang...