MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 549: Suppressed

Chapter 549: Suppressed

Anthony and Spectre’s eyes were flooded with reality as they took in the space they had appeared in. Five n with katanas in their hands could be seen slashing and perfecting their forms.

The walls and floors were made of stone, as light illuminated from the ceiling, brightening the entire space. The area spanned three kiloters in length, it was vast, yet small to people like them, who could cross such a distance in the blink of an eye.

Anthony could imdiately tell that none of the individuals present used mana. Their combat was purely physical, and none held a weapon that wasn’t a katana.

Anthony tilted his head slightly as he noticed Warlord Raelith walking toward them with calm, asured steps. His eyes were steady, and his expression wore a composed smile.

His signature blue eyes shone, his black hair swayed slightly with each step, and his red cape flapped majestically behind him as he moved.

"Anthony, I didn’t expect I would be seeing you anyti soon, and certainly not here," Warlord Raelith said as he approached them.

"Well, this place isn’t exactly hidden. It’s within a mountain, pretty easy to find," Anthony replied with a calm smile and composed deanor.

Warlord Raelith’s gaze shifted briefly to Romulus, who was seated comfortably on Anthony’s head. He ignored the strange being completely, as if it didn’t even exist. Then his eyes turned to Spectre, who hadn’t said a word and just stood there, watching silently.

He smiled slightly as he noticed the katana hanging from the boy’s waist. He could more or less guess why Anthony had brought him here.

"It wasn’t built to be hidden. There’s nothing to hide. It was only created for peace, away from noise and disturbance," Warlord Raelith said as his voice echoed slightly in the spacious hall.

"Are these the students you told

about?" Anthony asked as his eyes shifted to the n wearing only trousers while they swung their katanas in perfect form.

"Indeed. Since you’re here, I’m guessing it’s related to the katana too?" Warlord Raelith said with a light smile on his face.

"It is," Anthony replied, and Spectre imdiately stepped forward, standing tall and ready.

"This is Spectre, my subordinate. He is the sa age as I am. His katana talent is second only to mine. I want you to teach him a few things," Anthony said with a confident smile.

"Nice to et you, Warlord Raelith. I’ve heard about your tales and legends ever since I arrived at the base," Spectre said respectfully as he bowed.

Spectre wasn’t lying. He had read up on the military top brass when he first got to the base. And when he discovered that a human Warlord had risen to the peak with nothing but his katana, Spectre, as a fellow katana-obsessed man, instantly admired him.

Warlord Raelith already knew who Spectre was. He had processed the files for Anthony’s new team, so he had read Spectre’s dossier. However, there was no ntion in the file that Spectre was Anthony’s subordinate.

Still, what surprised him even more was Anthony’s bold statent, that Spectre’s katana talent was second to none, except Anthony’s.

"I guess you’re using your favor for this," Warlord Raelith remarked casually.

"I am indeed cashing out on my favor," Anthony admitted without hesitation. Warlord Raelith was never the kind of man to teach soone simply because Anthony asked, even if Anthony was the son of a Supre Monarch.

"But I will determine if he’s a good fit to be taught by . Although it’s a favor, I can’t go against my beliefs by teaching just anyone," Warlord Raelith stated flatly.

Anthony didn’t respond imdiately, but he wasn’t surprised. Warlord Raelith wasn’t the only one who held such standards. Many masters of various crafts and arts didn’t teach just anyone, they required potential, discipline, and alignnt with their philosophy.

But Anthony wasn’t bothered in the slightest. He had absolute confidence in Spectre.

"No problem then," Anthony said calmly, his voice unbothered.

"Let’s get started then," Warlord Raelith said with a smile, walking toward the five n who were imrsed in their training.

They all imdiately stopped when they saw Warlord Raelith approach. "We greet the Master," they all said in unison, bowing with discipline and respect.

Warlord Raelith nodded slightly and gestured toward Anthony before speaking, "This is Major Anthony, the only son of the Supre Monarch, whom I lost to in the Katanamanship spar a few days ago."

Anthony felt their eyes instantly fall on him. He was sowhat surprised that Warlord Raelith had told his students he had actually lost. Many people would have kept such information hidden. But it seed Warlord Raelith didn’t care about such things.

"And beside him is his subordinate, whom Major Anthony says is second only to him in terms of katana talent," Warlord Raelith continued, his tone composed.

Their eyes shifted from Anthony to Spectre, who stood calmly, not even blinking under their scrutiny.

"You will spar with him one after the other. I want to see how good he really is," Warlord Raelith concluded.

Then, he brought out a tallic bracelet and placed it on Spectre’s wrist. It restricted him to the sa level of physical strength and agility as the other students, leveling the field.

But before anyone could make a move, Spectre calmly responded, "I will spar with all of them at the sa ti."

At those words, Spectre stepped forward, his katana already hissing as he drew it smoothly from its scabbard.

Anthony and Warlord Raelith instantly stepped back, giving the fighters space. They didn’t stop Spectre, there was no need.

Without wasting ti or words, the five students imdiately lunged, their blades flashing toward Spectre’s head in unison.

But Spectre remained unfazed. His own katana flashed forward, and within re minutes, he suppressed every single one of Warlord Raelith’s students with ridiculous ease and grace.

Watching his students being so thoroughly suppressed, Warlord Raelith’s lips twitched slightly as he wondered what kind of monster Anthony had brought into his training hall.

Seeing this, Anthony didn’t waste his ti standing around. He looked at Warlord Raelith and said with a calm smile, "Until next ti, Warlord Raelith."

With that, Anthony vanished, leaving Spectre behind with Raelith and his stunned students.