I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

The Instructor of the Hunt silently opened and closed his mouth several times as if in shock.

While he was doing that, I began to think.

For now, ignoring the rules and form of the battle I’d just had, I realized that there was not much more I could gain by fighting here.

Which meant that there was no point in prolonging this battle.

“I lost.”

“...”

Although losing the fight was a shame, it was more regretful that the spar had to be in this format.

In a spar or mock fight, it was much more difficult for the weaker fighter to defeat the stronger fighter.

That was because they couldn’t launch extreme attacks that might cost both their lives.