Anon and Valazar stood on opposite sides of a huge rectangular arena almost equal to the size of three football fields, that was under the castle.
Crack-Crack-Crack
Valazar cracked his fingers as he took off his upper robe and revealed thousands of scars over his body.
"How many battles did your father fought exactly?" Mira asked as she looked at Rey-ina.
"Too many... We lost count after one hundred battles. What about your master? How many battles did he fought?" Rey-ina asked with a neutral expression.
"My master..." Mira spoke as she turned to look at Anon.
Anon was standing on the other side in a bored posture, holding a small wooden spoon in his hands.
"... He fought more than enough." Mira replied with a smile.
"Mr. Anon... How about we keep this battle limited to physical strength and simple weapons? I have a tight hand in magic but you can still enchant your body with magic before the fight begins, just no spells in the middle of it.
