The End Of The Exam (Part 2)

"You won't win if you continue the fight," the middle-aged instructor calmly remarked.

"Amalia win this round."

The black-clad opponent arrogantly retorted, "Fine, she can win this round, but I won't acknowledge it. Her strength doesn't surpass mine."

Shaking his head, the middle-aged instructor replied, "Suit yourself."

"It's true, senior, you're indeed formidable," Amalia suddenly spoke up.

If the arena were larger, she might not be able to fight him so easyly.

The black-clad opponent hadn't truly displayed his full strength.

If they both unleashed their true abilities, the outcome would be uncertain, although she didn't necessarily believe she would lose.

"The girl has some insight," the black-clad opponent was very satisfied, and finally left without any objections.