"Haa…haa…haa…"
Heavy breathing filled the air, but only from one side.
"You…haa…how are you fine?!"
Bai Yumo's exclamation was incredibly valid.
They'd fought for over an hour, and the final result…?
Currently, Damien sat happily at the small table he'd summoned earlier, which, by the way, was completely unharmed by their battle, and sipped his spirit liquor without a care in the world.
Meanwhile, Bai Yumo was laid out on the ground, unable to move a muscle from how sore he was, and unable to even catch his breath because he'd used every ounce of mana contained in his body.
There were several bruises covering his body, and his face was swelled up like a pufferfish, but, well, this didn't need to be mentioned for the sake of his pride.
"So what'd you think? Is this difference good enough?" Damien teased.
"Good enough? You really did get arrogant over the years. It's a shame I can't punch your face in."
