Facing the gazes of the three and Loga, who had pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, Loserrian answered frankly, "Two wins and one loss."
"Who did you lose to?" Velin asked instinctively.
"Isalion." A trace of gravity entered Loserrian's voice as he slowly said, "That young man is truly a monster."
"Come to think of it, I was somewhat ashamed of that defeat."
"If I had truly been a High-tier Soul Intent Moon Mark Knight, I would have lost within minutes."
"Relying on my many years of combat experience, I fought him for nearly three hours before it ended with a flash of sword light."
Hearing his account, both Velin and Kyle thought of the sword light on the battlefield of another world that had directly slain a god.
"Kyle, what do you think?"
"I want to fight Lord Loserrian and see what level I'm at now." Kyle clenched his fists, light blooming in his eyes as he spoke resolutely.
"Good."
Loserrian laughed heartily. "I like young people like you. Looking at you, I feel as though I'm seeing my younger self."
"Uncle, when are you planning to start?"
"Right now."
After saying that, Loserrian waved his hand and opened a Demiplane passage before walking inside.
Seeing this, Velin quickly followed.
Xuemya and Kyle followed close behind, entering the Demiplane.
Loga, who had been keeping a close watch on the situation, decisively tossed aside the farm tool in his hand and ran toward the Demiplane passage. Just before it closed, he slipped inside.
He could not miss his grandfather's fight. When he returned and saw his father, this would be something he could boast about.
Upon entering the Demiplane, Velin hovered in the air and looked down at a massive arena below.
By rough estimate, the arena was eighty kilometers