Daru took a deep breath in front of his unconscious opponent's body.
There was not an ounce of guilt in his heart when he turned towards Talon, meeting the instructor's gaze with a cold one of his own as he asked:
"Now then, Instructor Talon, did I win? Or do I still lack strikes? If so, then tell me how many, so I can secure my win."
He was absolutely ready to further hit Bao if Talon refused to learn his lesson.
The veteran instructor froze, a hint of guilt, embarrassment, and fury welling in his heart, but he consciously reminded himself not to resent Daru.
After all, it was indeed he who made a mistake.
The gap was this wide.
Even if he gave Bao ten more chances, the young man would never win.
Like Daru Finnley had claimed, the defeated B-ranker had neither the physical advantages nor the sword mastery to win against him.
Almost everyone who heard his words inwardly shuddered, including Dylan, Zach, and Lynn.
