That night, Klaus participated in so Etherleaf missions to earn money, but he focused on investigating very specific locations with training centers or very high-level gyms.
He then went on one last mission at 3 a.m., at the place where he was to et Carion a few hours later.
After surveying the terrain from afar, he bought a few things in Etherleaf and returned to his apartnt. By 4:30 a.m., he was roaming that area once again. This ti, he was running around in sports clothes while wearing special glasses to cover his eyes.
How he dressed and styled his hair today made him look like a regular guy who liked exercising. After running around the sports center for a while, several people joined him with good vibes.
Most of them were civilians, but so sorcerers were around, albeit weak.
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The training center opened at 5 a.m., and several more people arrived in normal cars then.
They were all n dressed in gym clothes, and you could tell they worked out a lot. Even though they did not have a great presence, their muscles were perfect, and strength was coming off their muscles, so of which were tattooed.
"Oh, it's the people from the Capital." Said one of those running alongside Klaus.
"Who are they?"
"You're not from around here?"
"No, I'm staying nearby, so I thought I'd work out here. Are they acquaintances?" Klaus asked, curious.
Those around him nodded, sohow looking cheerful. "Yes, they are quite well known. They co from the capital and practice in the best training centers there. It is said that each of them has been able to beat sorcerers in lee battles."
"Really? Gosh, that's amazing. Beating sorcerers when they're not one? They must have a lot of strength."
"Hahaha, that's right, they are very strong. But it's also because the sorcerers they've gone up against are not remarkable. I have a cousin who is a sorcerer, and he told that only a minority of novice sorcerers could lose against a well-trained person. But that's still amazing; with weapons, they could fight curses, so to us, they are admirable."
Sohow, they started talking about a lot of new things until they entered the training center.
Klaus was thoughtful about the information he was hearing. 'Apparently, it's as I thought.' He thought, looking at his prey and thought of a way to approach them.
They got up on little platforms inside this place and said so words. They were here to 'teach' them how to train properly or sothing like that. They were basically giving them training on the level of what a nation's special forces receive, so in effect, everyone could see the results.
That's why all the people here were happy.
But, when everyone started exercising, Klaus, a new person, didn't have a partner to do it with.
While he was thinking carefully, a voice attracted his attention.
"Are you new? I see you have built up your muscles very well. I think they are the perfect muscles I have ever seen on soone who is not a sorcerer."
Klaus turned to look at him, and his eyes glittered a little behind his glasses. The one speaking to him was one of his prey.
"Haha, I have close family mbers who are sorcerers and have helped train my body. That's why I have so strength." He replied Klaus casually.
"Oh, you train with sorcerers?"
"Yes, a little bit."
"Martial arts or just weight lifting?"
"A little of both. Although I'm not very good at martial arts, I'm learning."
The man in front of Klaus smiled. "Wow, this is the first ti I've t soone outside of the capital who dares to train martial arts with sorcerers; how about we do a little sparring? Maybe we can learn a little from each other; I've trained with sorcerers, too." He suggested, making Klaus cheer up inside.
'Well...'
If the fish was throwing itself into the net, why not take it?
"That sounds good to ; I like to gamble on having sparring to make things more fun; how about we make small bets?" Klaus asked, taking the other guy by surprise.
"Really? You can't go around betting with people you haven't seen their strength, you know? You'll lose a lot."
"Hahaha, that's okay. For now, I have enough money, and I don't think I'll lose. Besides, we can make small bets without involving money and based on training issues. For example, I want to et your friends and train with all of them, since I think they are pretty strong, so my bet will be that, so we don't involve money. How about that?"
"Oh, that looks much better." He looked at his companions near him and smiled at them before replying. "Still, you should know that training with us is not easy. People are paying to do it in the capital, so I'll give you the chance if you convince to do it. In return, I won't ask you for much because I don't want to abuse you. Just provide food for everyone present at today's 3 als, and that's it. How about it?"
His answer pleased those who had overheard the conversation between the two. Small and friendly sparring but with stakes behind it is sothing everyone likes; it makes training more fun and bearable.
Besides, one of the bets was on soone providing food for them, which would save them all the day's expenses.
Klaus smiled. He didn't know if he would win because he honestly didn't know how strong these guys were, and he had to fight rely with his physical strength. Still, he was sure he would deliver, even if he lost.
He wasn't worried about having to buy much food; it was nothing worth ntioning.
For that, he nodded. "Well, let's go then."
After these words, a hedge quickly ford around them. Everyone wanted to see the outco of this small but interesting bet.
"Rember, it's only training. Killing blows is forbidden; it will be severely punished. Are you ready?" asked one of Klaus' rival's teammates, who was acting as a referee.
"Yes." They both answered in unison and soon, the starting cry rang out.
"Begin!"
"You can call Rock, by the way. I hope I have a good sparring partner." He said, stepping forward and attacking him with a powerful fist to the chest.
'Rock... Fists like rocks, he's the killer who uses rock dust to murder, eh. Interesting.'
Even though Klaus wasn't using any energy, his sharp and extrely accurate senses were still a trap. He could easily see the blow's path, and rembered precisely the little he knew about martial arts.
He calculated the trajectory and how far the fist could reach in just an instant before taking a very small step back. It was so small that it was not worthy of attention in Rock's eyes, who did not correct his posture despite noticing it.
And that was his mistake.
His fist reached the full limit that his stance allowed, just a few centiters before he could strike. That also caused the force in his body to go forward, causing him slight pain. Klaus took advantage of the mont, and his long arms struck with precision in critical places on his body.
Although Klaus was slightly taller, he did not seek to strike his face. Instead, he focused on Rock's body.
'Is he dumb?' thought several, but the mont Klaus stopped, they saw Rock stagger backward and lose his balance, falling to the ground.
The ease with which he fell even amazed him.
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