He was shocked that he had been pushed three steps backward, even though he was the aggressor and his victim hadn’t even moved.
But he quickly moved his hand to hold onto soone else and put his other hand in his pocket.
Matthew noticed all his movents, but he didn’t want to draw too much attention. He simply took an extrely quick step forward, which caused the guy to stumble and lose his balance. His body fell backward, but soone caught him.
"Be careful, sir. A fall like that could affect your spine," Matthew said as he held his hand to prevent him from falling.
"You..." The man choked, knowing that the one who had caused him to lose his balance was the sa man who had prevented him from falling.
’A mistake?’ he thought, but he quickly stood up and smiled at him.
"Thanks. It was my mistake," he said.
Matthew simply nodded and moved nimbly through the crowd until he reached a distant food table.
The man frowned. ’He’s good at the art of movent,’ he thought, watching him slip away quickly. ’Although he seems to be here just for food. Well, I’m generous, and since you helped , I won’t say anything.’
He smiled and put his hand in his pocket. He had failed the mission, but he could still accomplish it if Lennon lost focus...
But suddenly, he felt a chill, and a drop of sweat ran down his back.
’It’s gone?’ He touched his pocket, but nothing was there that had been there a mont ago. ’What the hell?! I’ve been robbed?!’
-
Next to a food table, Matthew looked at a small, poisoned needle in his hand.
’Elephant Needle,’ he thought.
It was a type of weapon that was difficult to detect and was used to kill giant animals without them noticing. When it cos into contact with flesh, it slowly burns it over a period of 10 hours. During the first 3 hours, there is nothing obvious to the naked eye, making it difficult to detect.
’Only top-level assassins can have these things. What organization did Ava tell had that kind of assassin?’ He tried to rember.
Human territory, the Dark Guild.
’That underground organization that is currently controlling the empire’s underworld, I rember it.’ He thought and looked more closely at the man who had it.
He had fine, vampire-like features, dressed like a vampire, and his skin was well-nourished, but...
’His gait is unusual.’ He realized.
He was possibly a human.
’It seems that Mr. Lennon has many enemies, and he doesn’t even know it,’ he thought, seeing that Lennon continued to talk animatedly with different people who approached him with various ulterior motives.
Fortunately, nothing happened in the early stages of the eting.
Soon, an elderly man climbed onto the main stage and announced the start of the round of songs that those interested would dance to.
But while that was happening, the main focus of this event was already being orchestrated.
The powerful people were showing off their special guests...
"Hahaha, Mr. Kaleb, I heard that you invited a good young man this ti. Why don’t you introduce him to us? I heard he was a foreigner." A businessman from the city exclaid, greeting a man nad Kaleb.
Kaleb was a businessman from one of the clans, although he was quite independent in the city. He wore traditional clothing of the ti, a long white robe with red decorations for the start of the year.
"Haha, he’s a good guy," he said and looked behind him at a guy who was standing there with a stiff, hard expression.
"He’s not very talkative, but I assure you he’s enjoying the mont. He’s the son of a distant relative whom I personally went to find because I know his talent," said Kaleb.
The guy there nodded like a robot and smiled, looking forced. "I’m not good with people... but, hello," he said softly, although his hoarse voice seed to instill fear naturally.
"He’s... the one on tile 17? I heard he was one of the last in the first test, but in the second, he excelled masterfully in heavy martial arts," said one of those watching from the sidelines.
"That’s right, his na was Xael, wasn’t it?"
"Correct. Xael specializes in heavy martial arts. Be careful with him; one blow from him could break your bones. I dare say he has the heaviest fist in the entire tournant," Kaleb assured them.
So elders agreed with him. They had seen the weight of that fist, and its strength was overwhelming for soone barely 35 years old. It was no wonder he belonged to a clan of pure martial artists.
"Compared to you, Mr. Kaleb, this ti I invited a spear arts specialist. He’s a good kid. Although his strength may not seem as good as Young Xael’s, his technique is impeccable." Among the sponsors, a bearded man raised his voice.
"Oh, Mr. Han, I rember the one you invited," Kaleb exclaid, looking back. "You’re Young Barrett, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Kaleb. I’m also a foreigner. And I’m on tile 21." Barrett was respectful as always, soone cultured and skilled at communication.
"Haha, you made a very good impression on . I look forward to your fights from now on. I know you will perform very well."
"Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure to put on a good show." Barrett was excited.
"It seems that the foreign talent invited this ti is impressive. I am delighted to see so many talented young people interested in martial arts right now." A man in the crowd made his way through, his loud voice imdiately catching everyone’s attention.
Richard Brooks, the leader of the Brooks Clan!
One of the most powerful clans in the city, whose prestige is impressive as they boast the most titles won in the last 50 years, with the current top winner being Juliet, their daughter.
"But how about we talk a little about the locals as well? I’m sure the young foreigners want to face our talents, and that’s why they ca, right?" he asked, staring intently at all the sponsors and elders present.
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