"Even you, one of the Twelve Guardian Saints Kings, weren't a match for them!?"
A Goblin with dark green skin, an enormous nose, and an exceptionally comical appearance stood beside Old Man White and cried out in shock at the real Old Man White.
"Little brother" Gobta!
Bang—
"Hmph~~ How could this old man's disciple be so foolish?"
"Didn't you notice that despite such a powerful clash of auras, not even the slightest trace leaked beyond the arena?"
"The arena hasn't suffered the slightest damage either."
Old Man White gave Gobta a sharp flick on the forehead and spoke with a cold snort.
"Ow!"
Gobta clutched his forehead, which had turned red from Old Man White's flick, and wailed.
Damn that old geezer!
All he knows is how to hit me!
If only I could beat him now, then...
Gobta complained inwardly.
But what kind of person was Old Man White? And how well did he know Gobta, this rebellious disciple of his? With just one glance, he could tell that Gobta was badmouthing him in his heart again.
Bang—
Another crisp sound rang out.
"Ah—"
This time, Gobta was sent sprawling to the ground, clutching his little forehead and howling.
"Hmph~~"
"You think your master can't tell? You're badmouthing me in your heart again. Ungrateful wretch!"
Old Man White took out a white handkerchief, wiped the fingers he had used to flick Gobta, and calmly spoke to him.
When it came to this rebellious disciple, Old Man White understood him better than anyone.
To what extent?
As long as Gobta stuck out his butt, Old Man White could tell what kind of fart he was about to let out!
"You rotten old geezer, you hit me again!"
Gobta was truly enraged now and immediately started cursing, showing no regard