Levi scratched his head, staring blankly at the head on the ground.
To be honest, he had expected this Dragon Vein Dog-man to last at least a couple of rounds with him.
After all, with the blessing of a Dragon Vein, control over the Fire Element, and an array of fancy Skills, he was clearly a master among masters.
He was worlds stronger than those Fighters in the Gladiatorial Arena who, at best, only knew a bit of shoddy Combat Qi.
But to his surprise, he was still one-shotted.
This was the first time he'd ever gone all out. He'd never even bothered to be this serious when roughing up Zat and the other Barbarians.
The Lord clasped his hands behind his back, gazed into the distance with a melancholic heart, and sighed, shaking his head slowly, "Alas, to be a master is to be as lonely as the snow."
