Badly Defeated and Accepting Weaknesses

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.