A massive Great Sword suddenly flew between the Great Instructor and Alec, creating a barrier between them.
A middle-aged man strolled in with a confident swagger, his face portraying a sense of indifference.
With each step he took, his presence seemed to grow stronger, and he locked eyes with the Great Instructor.
"Now, who in their right mind would try to poach my own disciple while I'm still breathing?" the middle aged man questioned casually, even using his left index finger to clean his ear.
"Terran! I had no idea he was your disciple," exclaimed the man, acknowledging the middle-aged man who had just arrived before facing Alec.
"I believe you have plenty of reasons to reject your master's teachings and become my disciple instead, If you ask anyone in the academy, you'll hear ta
