Kargath Bladefist, the king of the arena who had once dominated the ogre era; the Spartacus who had rebelled against the arena and freed the orc slaves; the chieftain who had severed his own left hand to escape prison and founded the Shattered Hand Clan.
From being born a slave to reaching this point, he had experienced almost everything.
Yet nothing had ever shocked him as much as what was happening now.
This Draenei girl before him, who had dominated the arena for a time and dared to challenge him personally, was actually a paladin!!
Logically speaking, as an arena slave forced to slaughter others as a gladiator for the amusement of onlookers, anyone in such an environment should have gone all out, squeezing every last drop of their potential just to survive.
Even if holding back trump cards was important, not even he had held back this many "trump cards" back then.
A paladin had actually never used a shred of Holy Light in order to conceal her trump cards, completely disguising herself as a warrior.
It was practically like playing cards and, in order to hide your strength, only playing threes through tens while never touching the jacks, queens, kings, aces, twos, or jokers, insisting on throwing them all out only when your opponent had one card left; or like playing a match with nothing but substitutes, refusing to send out a single starter until the finals.
Just how confident in herself did someone have to be to do something like that? Wasn't she afraid that pretending to be weak would turn her into the real thing? Wasn't she afraid some opponent would suddenly have an explosive breakthrough and kill her before she could use her full strength?
Kargath had never seen anyone so good at hiding themselves.