The voice continued to speak, sounding a little drunk, with a hint of tipsy excitement.

Mike felt a little incredulous.

This voice...it could not be wrong. Although it did not sound that old, it was definitely Kordontimus.

This voice was definitely not something Mike could forget.

Nevertheless, how could Kordontimus appear in the Centaur tribe?

Moreover, he was drunk?

This was completely different from Mike's impression of Kordontimus!

Suddenly, Mike was slightly stunned. He thought of the statue in the Centaur tribe.

At the same time, he thought about how Kordontimus was very clear about the Centaur tribe and Sabrina.

'Could it be that... Kordontimus is very close to the Centaur tribe?

'And Kordontimus is the legendary Lord F*ck?!'

The more Mike thought about it, the more likely it was.

At the same time, Kordontimus's tall and big image in his mind had completely collapsed.

A crazy drunk guy, who even called himself Lord F*ck... this image was completely different from that of an unworldly expert.

With a perturbed and complicated feeling, Mike jumped off the Centaur and walked into the village.

Just a few steps into the village, Mike saw a large group of Centaurs gathered in the middle of the village.

Seeing this lineup, Mike was completely shocked.

Mike could not tell exactly how many Centaurs there were, but there were at least hundreds of them.

There were actually so many Centaurs in this tribe?

Just as Mike was in a daze, Kordontimus's voice came from the center of the Centaurs' encirclement.

"Keep drinking, keep drinking! Hahahaha!"

Mike's eyes twitched slightly as he walked toward the Centaurs.

He passed by one Centaur after another and walked straight to the center of the encirclement.

There was a bonfire burning in the middle of the encirclement, and a human man holding a flagon was dancing with a Centaur.

It seemed like they were still competing in dance skills.

Seeing this scene, Mike was completely stunned.

Because the man in front of him was completely different from the Kordontimus that Mike remembered.

He looked very young, about the same age as Mike. There was not a single trace of wrinkles on his skin, and his hair was completely black. In fact, his body looked very strong, completely different from the old man in Mike's memories.

He subconsciously asked,

"Timus?"

At this moment, the man turned his head and looked at Mike.

"Hmm? Human? You know me?"

"..."

Mike didn't know what to say.

All of this was too magical.

He saw a young version of Kordontimus, and this guy did not seem to know him.

Mike even wondered if he had met another person called Kordontimus.

So Mike continued to ask tentatively,

"I'm not sure if I've mistaken you for someone else. Is your full name Kordontimus?"

There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes as he sized up Mike from head to toe.

After confirming that he had definitely never met this stranger before, Kordontimus nodded and said,

"I'm Kordontimus, that's right. Who are you? Why do you know me?"

At this moment, the Centaur who was dancing stopped and looked at Mike.

It wasn't just them. Almost all the Centaurs in the surroundings looked over.

Mike felt uncomfortable from being stared at. He took two steps forward, wanting to pull Kordontimus away and find an empty place to have a good chat.

However, this action aroused Kordontimus's vigilance.

He immediately pulled out a huge iron sword from his back and slashed at Mike.

"You brat, if you don't explain things clearly, don't blame me for being rude!"

Mike was unable to react at all.

Because he had never thought that the man, who regarded force as a protective force and not an aggressive force, to actually initiate an attack.

However, although Mike did not react, his body did.

He also pulled out the Sword of the King from his waist and then blocked the huge iron sword in Kordontimus's hand.

A crisp clanging sound was heard when the two swords collided.

All the Centaurs were nervous at this moment.

The atmosphere was cheerful just a moment ago. Why did Kordontimus suddenly start fighting with this strange man?

The most nervous one was the three Centaurs that brought Mike to the village.

They did not expect that the person they brought would actually fight with Kordontimus.

They had never seen Kordontimus fight, not even when he was angry.

It was all too sudden for them.

The moment the two swords collided, Kordontimus's pupils constricted.

He immediately steadied himself on the ground. Then, he retreated a few yards and pulled away from Mike.

Seeing that Mike did not catch up, Kordontimus rubbed his wrist and revealed a smile that was filled with fighting spirit.

"Kid, you're a little interesting. Your defense actually numbed my wrist a little.

"Let's do it again!"

After saying that, Kordontimus's eyes focused. He raised his sword and rushed over.

Actually, Kordontimus had already discovered that Mike did not have any malice.

His previous sword attack was out of defensive instinct, and he subconsciously attacked.

However, his attack now was purely to compete with the strong.

That was right, Kordontimus had now regarded Mike as a worthy opponent!

Mike was utterly confused about this situation.

He just wanted to find a place to talk with Kordontimus alone.

He wanted to know why Kordontimus was here, he wanted to know why he was here, he wanted to know about Lord F*ck, he wanted to know a lot of things.

However, he did not think that the person in front of him, who looked like and did not look like Kordontimus, would initiate a fight with him.

Although his brain was down, his body instinctively moved.

Kordontimus brandished a huge iron sword that was slightly bigger than the others and kept slashing at Mike.

The huge sword seemed to have no weight in Kordontimus's hands. He brandished it very quickly, and Kordontimus did not seem to be struggling.

However, even so, each of his attacks was perfectly blocked by Mike.

Not only was it blocked, but Mike did not even have to exert any effort.

On the contrary, after every attack was blocked, Kordontimus received a powerful rebound.

Every time he received a rebound, Kordontimus felt great pain in his arm and even a little numbness.

After swinging a few times, Kordontimus retreated again and pulled away from Mike.

He could clearly sense that if he continued to attack, he would soon be unable to pick up his weapon.

When Mike saw that Kordontimus had finally stopped attacking, he wanted to take this opportunity to explain himself.

However, before he could speak, Kordontimus spoke before him.

"I want to be your student. May I take you as my teacher?"