Despite his casual words, Loa remained properly wary of Hansa, the Elite Camp's top cadet.
When Hansa had blocked Mingde's attack, his burst of speed had almost reminded Loa of Kuzan. Granted, Kuzan had never shown Loa his true strength, but that alone said plenty about Hansa's mastery of Soru.
And according to Arudo, when Mingde attacked, an invisible film of energy should have wrapped around his Spiked Club. That blow had been even more powerful than the one that sent Tony flying.
Yet Hansa had held it off with a sword in one hand. He was certainly no slouch in strength, either.
Fast and strong, with the Haki skill expected of the Elite Camp's top cadet—and a swordsman to boot. What Loa already knew was more than enough reason to take him seriously.
Seeing Hansa intervene, Mingde knew he had had his fun.
After speaking, he relaxed his grip and pulled his Spiked Club away from the sword. He took two steps back, then turned and looked down at Tony, whose mouth was streaked with blood.
"Now you know what to do, right? Well, even if you still refuse, Teacher Zephyr won't let you stay here with those injuries. Go lie down in the Infirmary like a good little loser! Hahahaha!"
"Damn it!"
Laurent Minnie clenched her teeth and glared at Mingde, her eyes blazing. But she knew the difference between courage and recklessness. If she charged in now, she would hardly avenge Tony; she would likely end up in the Infirmary herself.
All she could do was glare at him, her beautiful eyes consumed by anger.
Simon glanced at Minnie and sighed helplessly. "Let it go. Right now, we're far too weak compared to them. Believe in yourself! We've got plenty of time ahead of us. We'll get