Dragon King Muk laughed loudly as he gave a greeting. "Uahahaha! I've heard about your martial arts from the previous dragon king. I’ve been told that the Crow Tribe has a genius of the sword that will never appear again."

Weger smiled mildly. "Thank you very much for such an evaluation. When I met the previous dragon king, I was nothing but a child compared to him."

When Weger met Drachen, the previous dragon king, Drachen was already a member of the Demon King subjugation party and was one of its strongest members. Weger, on the other hand, was a young man who had just passed boyhood.

"Uahahahaha! Child, you say? You are very modest! If you were just a child, then what about my childhood?"

Weger smiled at the Dragon King's joke. "Still, I am not a genius who will never be seen again. I already have five disciples who surpass my talents."

Weger was referring to their potential, not that their current abilities had already surpassed his. His sword skills, which he had honed for more than a hundred years, were not a quality that could be overcome simply by talent.

The Dragon King was well aware of that fact. "Oh! Five? The...