"What a loser, losing so fast…"
Garoro was feeling a severe headache, his peripheral vision had already caught sight of the situation on the other side of the street. Dino had lost, fallen to this blond youth, resulting in him now being surrounded by three people.
This was completely different from Garoro's initial expectations.
He was cooperating with the Blood Spirit Association, naturally aware of how terrible the high-level Dead Blood's self-healing ability was. If they couldn't find the body's weak point, it would almost be as if they were indestructible.
This characteristic, allowed the Dead Blood to wear down opponents of similar strength. Even if the overall strength of the opponent is much stronger than the Dead Blood, they couldn't kill it. It was like a piece of sticky candy, a veritable shit-stirrer.
