"Do you train? Can you even fight?"
Both questions were genuine questions.
Rex wasn't saying that to mock Rakha, he was genuinely confused.
Crossing into the Spirit Realm, unconsciously, Rex expected everyone to be at least an expert—in the way of fighting, in martial arts. Ranks heavily depended on talent and birthright in this realm but martial art? It was impartial, favoring those who put in the work.
After all, everyone in this realm should be a lot older than Rex.
A hundred years old is probably considered a toddler.
Casey, Kody, Rakha, Joren—every single one of them is considered the younger generation, but Rex was certain—without a doubt, that they were hundreds of years old. Perhaps, some of them have reached the four-digit mark in age.
Naturally, with such a long time to live, Rex has high expectations for them.
But this? It was surprising to see.
Bam!
In a brutal yet practical move, Rex punched Rakha's liver, causing him to groan and curl.
