Half breed

"Enough." An old man waved his hand casually, causing the mercenary to rise up.

He looked to be from the Ghost Face Mercenary Company, so it was normal for him to protect their members.

"Hmp!!" The hairy old man then turned to look at his student.

"Kang wins," he said firmly.

This battle was not a life-or-death match, so her attack was uncalled for, but for the old man to declare his student the winner, it was a bit far-fetched.

However, no one said a word about his decision for some reason.

"Next battle," the hairy old man casually said, seemingly forgetting all that had just happened.

Bor grabbed a huge sword and walked forward. Each step easily shook the ground.

Kang, seeing Bor, could only shake his head.

Bor and his senior disciple were of the same generation, but Bor was far weaker, causing him to be a source of amusement for them.

"Does he really think he can win?"

"How would I know?"

"Some people just never give up."