Capítulo 1097: Chapter 62: Cold Steel, Hot Blood (Part 8)_3
“Please don’t harm her, just maintain the current situation.”
“Reason?”
“Miss Fama is eager to act because she has been seen as a discarded piece. If she fails to report back in ti, her superiors will imdiately respond accordingly.” The Dawn Knight spoke with a calm deanor, “I don’t want her superiors to be too aggressive, so I want to give them a reason to act rationally.”
Shiyu Ling nodded: “It seems you’re very concerned about the safety of the Country, you don’t want to sche against the Queen in the capital.”
“I hope she will co to United herself. If Her Majesty the Queen stays in the capital, insisting on waiting to act until the dust settles, I’ll have to activate the contingency plan to let Ce leave United.”
Shiyu Ling put away the short arrow: “But you’d better think it through. A Creator Realm Mage abandoning the ho court to go to a foreign country ans she’ll gain greater benefits. What if your strategy is thwarted by her backup plan?”
“Activate contingency plan 2.” The Dawn Knight was confident as if her contingency plan could destroy the world.
“Damn, you look nothing like a righteous knight, more like the cunning leader of a criminal organization.”
“I originally co from the East District, the collapse of the Country taught a lesson.” The Dawn Knight said, “I don’t mind scheming against people’s hearts.”
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The planning outside the arena concluded here. Families, interests, positions, all these trivial matters ended with Qin Qianbai’s battle against Beretta, leaving only pure Martial Artists inside the arena.
“A battle of such incredible speed to aspire to.” Thunderbolt marveled, “Even if one envies the background of noble families, one cannot deny the strength that originates from oneself.”
“Are they nobles?” Vit asked from the side.
With half an hour left for the final match of the day, Thunderbolt knew his chances of winning weren’t high, so he cald his mind early. Yet even so, he was taken aback hearing this.
“Are you joking with ?” Thunderbolt intensified his tone, “It’s the Qin family and Hadrian.”
Vit scratched his head: “Great nobles? Mafia?”
Since graduating from the karate dojo, Thunderbolt rarely displayed astonishnt, but now he was genuinely too shocked to speak. Any established Martial Artist would’ve heard of the Qin family’s renowned reputation, and no serious Impermanence Law Enforcer on the North Continent would not know the na of the Rainbow Winged Lord. Yet, this man seed to know nothing about them, as if he were an ‘outsider’ oblivious to the hidden world.
“Vit-san, if I may be so bold to ask, what is your school?” Thunderbolt’s face under the mask was tensioned.
“Walpurgis Fighting Skill.” Vit gestured, finding rare fluency in uttering a longer term, “Self-taught.”
The Walpurgis Fighting Skill is the most widely spread Heavenly Return Skill on the North Continent, with a status equivalent to the ‘Taizu Changquan’ on the South Continent, even elders practicing morning exercises in parks know a trick or two. Such martial arts naturally have no entry threshold, employed by most Rangers just getting by with missions, but to master it to an ‘expert’ level is utterly preposterous. Because the art is so basic that once practiced proficiently, one can see its end, there simply is no path beyond Extre Realm within it!
Thunderbolt took a deep breath and, unwittingly interrogatively, quickly asked: “Vit-san, your everyday identity?”
“Ranger.” Vit wore a proud face, “A-grade!”
A-grade Rangers… as I recall, are evaluated by the Ninja Army to have a ‘hard ti defeating Thousand Refinent Level ninjas’ comprehensive level, just slightly above newbie ninjas… Isn’t that just a mid-tier title? What’s so pride-worthy or ntionable about this common status?!
“Specific work?”
“Catching thieves, fighting robbers, finding cats and dogs…” Vit said naturally, “Helping others, as work.”
“Where do you work?” Thunderbolt raised his voice, “teor City? Or at the Church?”
“Longyue City.”
It took Thunderbolt several seconds to recall where Longyue City is. It’s the capital of the White Night State in United’s west, a place that could fiercely compete with Acid Valley State, Blade Rain State, and other peculiar locales on the poverty-stricken rankings. It’s not under the Origin family’s domain nor the Church’s jurisdiction, its most famous characteristic being terrible terrain and poor law and order…
In other words, a backwoods place for a Ranger.
In other words, he truly is a complete outsider-!
“Vit-san, how did you find this place?!”
“Friend, recomndation.” Vit was enthusiastic, “I’ve made many new friends. It’s really great.”
Thunderbolt montarily felt a sense of exhaustion, he could accept being defeated by a peerless expert, but could scarcely accept that the peerless expert was in fact a primitive man living in a modern city, knowing nothing of insider facts, whose usual work involved catching cats, chasing dogs, and helping grannies cross the street.
“I don’t want to lose to you.” The Ninja felt collapsed, as if returning to the unyielding age 20 years ago, “I will use all ans, really do not wish to lose to an opponent like you!”
“Oh! Then, I’ll do my best too.” The Ranger removed his sunglasses, “See you later, Thunderbolt-san.”
The Ranger went alone to the lounge, and Thunderbolt ditated with more focus than usual. Five minutes before the start, President Yamamoto ca over with a cup of tea. Thunderbolt drank the tea and said bitterly: “Yamamoto-san, this match…”
“This match won’t involve betting.” President Yamamoto habitually adjusted his collar, “The funds regenerated have earned back much. In other words, it’s not a corporate mission, there’s no burden. Keep a calm mind, Thunderbolt-san, a calm mind.”
“Ah, a calm mind.”
Thunderbolt completely cald his mind, making himself into a pure blade. As the referee’s announcent echoed, he was the first to step on stage, ignoring others’ astonishnt and discussions, sitting upright on the platform while firmly gripping the handle of the katana at his waist with his right hand. This was a stance almost never used on the battlefield, only displayed by apprentices learning martial arts in the karate dojo, Thunderbolt used this stance to push himself to draw his sword at maximum speed.
The blonde Ranger stepped onto the stage ordinarily, reported his na seeing his stance.
“Walpurgis Fighting Skill, Vite Walton.”
“Thundering Karate, Thunderbolt.”
Thunderbolt cald his spirit, not even looking at his opponent, focusing solely on the katana at his waist. At the very sound of ‘begin’, the katana unsheathed, and the blade’s light assembled into an illusory line, that thin line bound tightly by force within the blade, erupted explosively upon manifesting in reality, like a thunderbolt in clear skies.
Thunderous Iaido · Sky-breaking Blade.
Thunderbolt poured his entire body and mind into this strike, his Manifestation thod unexhibited, for he required the utmost speed. The Sky-breaking Blade Thunder of Divine Sound’s power compressed within the sword followed the slash and released, abandoning the potential for follow-up moves, this strike filled with resolve allowed no turning back.
Yet the lightning-fast slash t a gray-white barrier, a plain and sturdy rock-like gray-white large shield. Vite Walton raised the large shield single-handedly to block Thunderbolt’s iaido, a re twist of the shield in his hand and Thunderbolt’s katana was imdiately sent flying!
“Eek-aah!”
Weaponless, Thunderbolt reflexively threw shuriken, proceeding to a fluid barrage of focused kicks on vital spots. However, just then he noticed another weapon in Vite’s hand, a gigantic axe enveloped in arcs of lightning.
“Violet Thunder Wrathful Strike.”
Before losing consciousness, Thunderbolt saw an extraordinarily bright beam of violet lightning.
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