Blood Elf Monarch

Tristan frowned as he heard this conversation, which didn't have him in any parts. It looked like all the elves had the habit of deciding things by themselves. 

This really annoyed Tristan that made him wonder if arrogance was also a part of elven culture.

He wanted to argue about this but then, it had been days since he last moved his muscles. It was probably a good time for some light exercise.

How strong could this elf be, anyway?

He scanned the elf in front of him and certain information came to his mind

[Elf]

[Battle power 132]

[Spirit force 148]

Ehem, Tristan took back his condescending thought. He was very strong, indeed. This was one of the highest battle powers he ever saw. It was apparent that the elf did live up to the word of the top disciple in his name.

Alas, this elf chose the wrong opponent today.

"Let's do it."

Later, Serene made sure that Tristan had changed to the same black-colored garb, and then, she proceeded to explain all the specific formalities one had to do. After several minutes of lengthy explanation, he finally stood face to face with this elf named Sindur.

Tristan was annoyed that the elf put a smirk on his face, as if he was mocking him.

'Let's see if you can keep that expression after you taste my 200 battle power.' Tristan inwardly thought.

A moment later, the sparring began.

Tristan immediately dashed forward and was startled to see the elf could move quicker than he expected. He tried to grab the latter, but the elf suddenly moved in a weird way. The next thing he knew the elf already hit his left thigh with a punch.

The hit felt like a breeze, but Tristan suddenly lost control of his foot which resulted in him falling down to the floor - his right knee hit the ground with a thud and a shocked expression was seen on his face.

'What the fuck did he just do?'

Tristan still hadn't processed what just happened.

The elf in front of him definitely had the biggest battle power that Tristan ever saw, but his 136 battle power was only two thirds of his current battle power! 

It did not make sense that he would be down by one hit.

However, regardless of how improbable it was, it happened. Tristan's situation, who was currently kneeling on the floor, was the proof of it.

Confusion filled his mind as he struggled to stand up and turned to face the elf.

'How could he be so agile? How could his punch, which felt like nothing, make him fall down kneeling on the ground? Are the stats displayed by the system wrong? Or did he use magic?'

A torrent of questions popped into his mind, but without an answer.

'This is so embarrassing..'

At first, Tristan intended to wipe the smirk off the elf's face as he was confident with his own prowess. But instead, he was the one who hit the floor first - with one blow at that. 

Luckily, he didn't state his intention outright. Otherwise, he would have to dig a hole to hide in now.

A moment later, Tristan finally could feel his numbing thigh again. The moment he crossed gazes with the elf, he noticed that the smirk on Sindur's face widened even more than before.

Seeing Sindur still in his fighting stance made Tristan follow with his own stance. 

He placed his left foot farther in front of the right foot, while both his hands were raised and positioned in front of his chest with the fists almost parallel to his neck. This was the most common stance in boxing, the orthodox stance. 

It was obvious that the spar wasn't finished yet, and they were ready for round two.

Then, Tristan realized the elf was mocking his 'unique' stance as the smirk gradually turned into a sneer.

Sindur took the initiative as he dashed forward. His footwork was fast yet exquisite as he unexpectedly began to jump and flip around like those Asian assassins in the movies did. 

The footwork was so erratic that Tristan had become confused by looking at it for a moment.

The confusing and bizzare movement finally ended as Sindur leaped to the air one more time and sent a bicycle kick at Tristan. 

This time, Tristan was ready to block it with his left arm positioned above his head while his right hand was ready to counterattack.

BAM!

It was a pretty hard kick, but it didn't really hurt him. Tristan quickly retaliated by launching his right fist, but Sindur suddenly twisted his body in midair, sending the punch hitting empty air. 

Tristan took advantage by sending a kick before Sindur could land on the ground. Once again, the elf dodged his attack in an unexpected way. 

Sindur grabbed Tristan's leg and used it as means to propel him to another direction, causing the kick to be in vain. He then somersaulted in midair and landed on the ground.

'What is this?! What exactly am I fighting?'

The elf was so flexible and although Tristan was clearly faster, his opponent seemed able to predict his moves.

Sindur dashed toward him one more time. Naturally, he once again moved in a unique way and threw a punch at Tristan's lower body.

The blows connected, and Tristan felt as if his waist had been struck by lightning and almost brought him to his knees again, but this time, he fought the sensation. He sent his elbow to counterattack, but the slimy elf managed to dodge his attack once again. 

Instead of landing a hit of his own, Tristan got hit again - just below his forearm. As expected, he could clearly feel his whole right arm losing its strength.

Looking up, Tristan could see the elf mocking him as he stood two steps away from him.

Tristan was so irritated.

Sindur advanced once more, but Tristan didn't use any punches or kicks to retaliate. He just let the elf come near him and when the former was close enough, he instantly charged forward, using his body to slam and tackle him down.

BAAMMM!!

No fancy moves, just a pure American football style tackle, and it unexpectedly worked. Sindur didn't see Tristan's reckless approach coming. Thus, his body got smashed by the latter, causing him to fall and roll on the ground.

Just one hit, and Sindur lay on the ground helplessly. Pain ran through his body, and he struggled to stand up because he wanted to continue the spar. Several seconds later, Sindur got up and a glint flashed in his eyes. He was about to enact his plan when he suddenly saw a familiar figure approaching. 

Sindur immediately took back his thoughts, relaxed his stance, and bowed to the figure.

"Master."