I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

“Damage it?”

“Breaking it will be too difficult for you, so damage it. Bend it or even make it crack. I’ll let you go if you do.”

“...”

Calzark looked at our expressions and smiled.

“Why? Do you think it’s too easy? Then go ahead, try it.”

Arzan looked at me as if to ask for my consent.

Despite her still-expressionless face, I sensed she was strangely motivated; she probably didn’t want to remain here for half a year either.

“Try it.”

“...Excuse me.”