Megara held a bitter expression as he looked towards Kevin in front of him. He was pretty sure that he could win, but the fight just now proved to him that Kevin was not weak at all. His eyes held deep hatred that he hurriedly concealed again.
"Many thanks for the pointer, Clan Head."
Kevin nodded nonchalantly and moved his sword away. He walked back to the group of people on the side. "Let's have some rest."
"Yes, Boss."
As Kevin and the others walked away, Megara picked up his metal rod and slammed it on the ground. He felt rather angry and annoyed.
Why?
Why did he still lose against that man? He had painstakingly trained his body like a madman, but he still couldn't defeat Kevin. It was so vexing that he wished for nothing but throwing tantrums.
"Elder Megara?" one of the men asked worriedly.