At this moment, the Master could clearly feel the powerful aura in Connor's body.
Although he still had the strength to fight Connor, if he continued to fight, his chances of winning were very low.
Moreover, it was very likely that he would be crippled by Connor.
Therefore, his best choice now was to directly admit defeat. Perhaps Connor would let him go then.
"What did you say?"
Connor asked in a low voice.
"I said I admit defeat. I won't fight anymore…" the Master said weakly to Connor.
"Then hurry up and get someone to fetch the medicinal herbs!"
Connor said expressionlessly.
"Hurry up and take out the medicinal ingredients that Mr. McDonald needs…"
The Master did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly gave an order to the Great Elder.
"I…Understood…"
The Great Elder did not expect this outcome. He stammered in agreement and turned to leave.
