The characteristic of the Mahoraga clan is attack—they are born without any concept of defense. This is evident from Talia's attacks, which, of course, also stem from the Mahoraga clan's physique. They possess the strongest bodies on the Borra Continent and worship physical strength. When Talia's fist collided with Campbell's sword, it actually made a sound like steel.

Facing Talia's tireless onslaught, Campbell frowned as well, trying to keep his distance and maneuver. Campbell's strongest move is the Swallow Triple Slash, honed on the battlefield. He rarely uses it, but now he can't hide it anymore—he needs the perfect opportunity, and there will only be one. This Mahoraga is truly formidable, clearly not here with good intentions.

Talia's attacks were wild yet rhythmic, growing faster and pressing in relentlessly, clearly intending to show off in front of the prince and display the sharpness of the Yaksha people.

Under the fierce assault, Campbell kept retreating, but his rhythm remained steady. Just then, Talia seemed to stumble, his steps faltering, leaving a gap between his hands.

Immediately, Campbell's eyes lit up, and the spiritual energy in his body surged. Only by igniting his spiritual energy could he perform such a difficult move—like his Swallow Triple Slash.

Swish...

Campbell's body seemed to regain its youth in an instant. This was the culmination of a lifetime of battle experience and awareness. Perhaps it was nothing in the eyes of top experts, but it was his essence.

Chapter Four: The Frenzied First Battle

With a single sword strike, he was right in front of Talia, slashing directly at Talia's head. Although Talia's weapons were his hands, at this moment both hands were wide open, with no time to block.

Stab...

Talia tilted his head, and the long sword landed directly on his shoulder. Campbell was delighted, but his expression quickly froze as he hurriedly retreated. It was too late—the sword had already been grabbed by Talia.

Boom...

Campbell was kicked flying. Talia spat disdainfully and casually broke the sword in half. "So this is all the Yaksha people amount to? It's like you haven't eaten—do you really think you can cut someone with that kind of strength?"

Killing is one thing, but breaking a weapon is a huge insult to a Yaksha warrior. Campbell's sword wasn't anything special, but it was a memento of his career as a warrior.

With a furious roar, Campbell charged forward and punched Talia in the chest. But his opponent didn't even bother to dodge, grabbing Campbell's hand—crack...

"Your Highness, Yaksha people are really soft—one squeeze and they break!"

Graham's gaze was cold. Too weak. Since the strongest aren't here, there's no point in staying.

Seeing the prince's indifferent expression, Talia felt awkward, realizing his flattery had missed the mark. He threw another punch at Campbell's chest—after this, it would be months before he could get up again.

The surrounding Yaksha were furious, but at this point, it was too late to save him.

...

In an instant, a figure appeared in front of Campbell, catching Talia's fist. Graham, who had been about to leave, stopped in his tracks. He sensed it—such speed!

"Little Yaksha brat, what, you want to gang up two against one? Let grandpa finish you off!"

Talia looked at the person blocking him. He didn't look even fifteen, and seemed malnourished, with a pale face—one punch would turn him to mush!

Crack...

The sound of bones breaking, and Talia collapsed to the ground. Emily Owen smoothly stomped on his hand, the cracking sound accompanied by Talia's wails.

All the students present were dumbfounded... This—this is Owen?

The janitor Owen?

Even Campbell, who knew Owen best, was stunned. He knew exactly how tough Talia's body was, but Owen had shattered his bones with a single stomp. The most terrifying thing was that such a heavy attack seemed effortless. This kind of person was either a ruthless killer or born cold-blooded.

"Useless thing. Shut up."

Graham snorted coldly.

Talia was carried away. Graham, who had been bored, was now excited. "The Yaksha clan really is full of hidden talents. Even a janitor has such skills. Talia may not be much, but breaking his iron body without using spiritual power is no easy feat. Fight me!"

Graham looked Owen up and down. This seemingly malnourished young man had such power in a casual kick, yet there was no sign of a strong aura.

"Graham, you're a prince of the Mahoraga, and you still want to pick on an ordinary person? Owen, don't accept his challenge. We Kaka Xiu admit defeat!"

Campbell said, enduring the pain in his right hand.

"Ordinary person? What a joke. With your strength, you're not even fit to carry his shoes. Owen, what a lame name."

As he spoke, Graham had already taken off his coat and handed it to his subordinate. He'd been holding back for days—now that he'd found a worthy opponent, he wouldn't let him go, even if it meant tearing this place apart.

"Whatever!"

Owen said indifferently. "Campbell uncle, you need to get your hand treated. Leave this to me."

The surrounding Kaka Xiu students looked at Owen with a mix of familiarity and strangeness, as if they'd discovered a new world. He was always like this, with the same tone, but when that tone was directed at the Mahoraga prince—a top young expert—it was a whole different story.