As Lex strolled through the memories of the Gon race he had trapped within the Abaddon Inn, he couldn't help but reflect on how simple the fight actually had been. All his fights before this had been a competition of power and skill, of technique and experience. Yet in this fight, he had taken a foe who should have, objectively speaking, been a tough opponent and had disarmed him simply.
Lex didn't think that his tenets were necessarily stronger than whatever means that the Gon race used to manipulate laws were. He also didn't think he was some kind of once in a lifetime combat genius.
