He didn’t think that this pretty woman with a good figure would be so impressive in martial arts. Among the heirs, it is known that no one is a better martial artist than Liam Wagner.
From the ti he fought him, even though they did it with skills, he felt that Liam Wagner could surely rival the 25-year-old Charlotte, who made an impressive na for herself on Earth at that ti, in martial arts.
Although the 30-40-year-old Charlotte was still far ahead of him in that regard.
But that, in itself, is already impressive. Matthew couldn’t compete with him in terms of martial arts.
Knowing that this little girl could fight that guy and stand up to him ant that she was pretty good.
Even so. "So?" Matthew shrugged. What did that have to do with him?
"Hmph, being so important to us, naturally, her husband must be soone from the city. But, curiously, she loves adventure and travel... So you’re likely to appeal to her, sothing our city won’t allow. That’s why I ca here to warn you or teach you a lesson," he declared.
"Leave the tournant and the city. It’s nothing against you or foreigners; it’s so we can take care of a treasure as important as Miss Juliet. The reason seems silly, but that’s what our elders think. If you don’t comply with what I’m telling you, I’ll have to teach you a lesson and force you to do it," he said, drawing his sword from its sheath.
It was an ultimatum, and although it seed rather silly, the guy was serious.
Matthew was embarrassed just listening to him, because he knew that everything he was saying was to prevent the woman he loved from falling into soone else’s arms.
In short, he lacks self-confidence.
’He hasn’t even seen my real face, and my power is completely suppressed. How low is his self-esteem?’ Matthew shook his head.
"Participating in a martial arts tournant has always been my interest, even before you were born. If you want to quit, then give up and go back to your team."
"You...!" He pointed at him. What did he an by "before you were born?" He was clearly older!
But that wasn’t the issue. He spoke again...
"I don’t intend to take your wife away from you." Matthew interrupted him suddenly. "But don’t force her to choose you either. That would be a sha and a disgrace to a man." After reminding him of this, he resud his journey.
He had no interest in going through these annoying situations, although he knew it wasn’t going to end that way anyway. He was simply forcing what was going to happen to happen all at once.
And, as he expected, the guy shouted angrily so words typical of a cliché fantasy novel before lunging at him.
Seeing his lack of reaction to the attack, the man smiled coldly. This foreigner couldn’t dodge him now that he had him pinned down. His sword moved downward, striking with the blunt side.
His attack was powerful, and although it wasn’t deadly, it could break nurous bones upon impact.
Matthew took a step forward. He was coming from the front, so he was closer to the attack.
Even so, in less than a millisecond, he also stepped aside, and the sword, whose strike was aid at his shoulder, flew past him and crashed into the ground.
At that very mont, his arms, which hadn’t moved an inch, suddenly rose in an extrely fast attack, striking the guy’s face.
He was sent flying a few ters across the ground and fell rolling.
Feeling dizzy, he tried to get up. ’What the hell just happened?’ he thought in shock. He hadn’t managed to see the movent; he only felt the pain and blood pooling in his mouth; it had been broken.
Matthew ca up behind him, but didn’t press his advantage.
"Since you turned that sword over to the blunt side, I can see you didn’t an to kill , so I won’t do anything else to you," he said, but crouched down and stared at him.
He shuddered at his gaze. He was completely calm, as if what he had done was one of the smallest and most insignificant things.
"But I’m curious: What level of strength does your body have?" he asked, curious.
He knew that in this world, the levels of physical strength were asured in: Iron. Bronze. Silver. Gold. Platinum. Erald. Diamond. Transcending. Mythical and Saint.
There is one more, the God level. To date, Matthew has only known one person who has reached that level: his father.
And his highest level of physical strength at that ti was Mythical, a very good level.
But now he had declined dramatically, to the point that hitting this little follower of the powerful mbers of that group made his hand hurt.
He didn’t think his physical strength was that low. So was this guy very high in body strengthening?
That would be a surprise, because it would an that the leaders of that group, like Juliet, were quite far ahead of him in terms of physical strength.
"Platinum..." he said, swallowing hard. "You must be Erald... right?" he asked.
He was in shock. His master had told him that this guy would be at the Platinum Level at most, but that he possibly had high vampiric power. That’s why he had co with all the confidence in the world that he would win.
Even among those at the Platinum Level, he was a special case. His body was much more potent than the average Platinum Level, thanks to the strengthening arts he used.
But this guy wasn’t Platinum Level, he was a level above him!
Among the young generation of the City, those who had been able to reach Erald Level were very few...
Matthew nodded. ’I see. Then I should be among the lower levels of Erald Level,’ he thought.
"What level are your masters at?" he asked.
"My master... is at the Erald level," he said.
"And Miss Juliet?"
He frowned. "She’s special," he said. "She has practiced a different art, so her level may be Diamond. That’s why she’s so important to us."
This was information that the whole city knew, and there was no danger in ntioning it. It was about physical strength, and there was no way to prepare for it in a martial arts tournant other than through combat strategies.
Matthew nodded. "I see. It looks like I’ll be facing so powerful people in the other stages." He stood up and patted him on the back.
"It seems that all of you are after Miss Juliet. She is beautiful, so you must try hard. Beautiful won do not tend to choose n without self-esteem, and even less so if they are weak," he said, before starting to walk away.
The guy was stunned, staring at him. A mont later, he got up from the ground and sighed. "It seems that even in personality we are lost."
He shook his head and went after his group. He needed to inform his teacher that the guy’s strength was higher than they had expected.
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