"Is this the magic school we're supposed to flatten?"
"They're just a bunch of brats. Is it really worth mobilizing such a powerful fighting force?"
The Minotaur carrying an axe stood nearly three meters tall, his powerful muscles gleaming bronze.
Derisas Fudge glared with his huge bull-like eyes at the students standing ready for battle, his face full of disdain.
To the Minotaur, the powerful force surrounding him would already have counted as an elite force among his own people.
Such strength would have been enough to sweep through other great forests, become the strongest race, and enjoy the tribute offered by the other races.
Yet now, such strength made him wonder whether there had been some misunderstanding.
No matter how strong these brats were, how strong could they possibly be?
Perhaps his axe alone could chop them all to the ground.
Hearing Derisas Fudge's words, the Werewolf Oggsge Katelyle flexed his arms and sneered. "Derisas Fudge, it's not that I look down on you, but I can guarantee that if you charge out there, you'll be blasted into a meat patty before long."
"Is that so?" Derisas Fudge raised his axe and brought it smashing down at Oggsge Katelyle. Sneering, he said, "I don't know whether they'll blast me into a meat patty, but turning you into one won't be a problem."
Oggsge Katelyle dodged nimbly. The axe struck the ground with a dull boom, leaving the earth within five meters sunken by half a meter and cracked like a spiderweb.
Sharp claws instantly sprang from Oggsge Katelyle's fingers as he swiftly launched a counterattack.
Boom!
Though Derisas Fudge blocked the powerful blow, he was still forced back two steps.
Oggsge Katelyle leaped backward, widening the distance between them. Looking at Derisas Fudge with contempt, he said, "Reckless bull,