Half an hour later...
"Hah... Hah... Hah..."
Leon lay on the ground, panting, his face pale.
Bruises covered his handsome face, arms, legs, and stomach, painting a clear picture of his defeat.
He stared at the overcast sky, unable to shake the feeling of helplessness.
"I really lost..." he muttered softly, letting out a small sigh.
His practice fight had ended in failure. Not only that, but his entire body ached from the bruises.
This was a first for him—an unfamiliar yet strangely exhilarating experience.
Finally, he knew what it felt like to lose.
Meanwhile, twenty meters away, the dragon ancestor stood with a relaxed posture.
Despite their prolonged battle, he had only a few minor bruises—nothing compared to Leon's injuries.
His breathing remained steady, showing no signs of exhaustion even after half an hour of combat.