Three veterans plus Haseki Dorou... Wutong went out to reply to the invitation and brought back the officially arranged fight schedule.
"According to the young master's request, the match between the young master and Harrison is set right after Wing."
" 'Divine Spear' Guy's fight is postponed by one day. I checked Harrison's background. This guy is naturally cruel, loves to torture and kill his opponents. Before coming to Heavens Arena, he freelanced with a Hunter's License for the mafia, then raped and killed the boss' daughter, resulting in him being wanted on the dark web."
'Is he really a Professional Hunter?'
One slash... two slashes... three slashes, the staff blade hovered at the tip of Wutong's nose.
Roy practiced "Sun Breathing," and took a towel from the young butler's hand to wipe the staff blade.
[Hint... 'Constitution' +0.2...]
Without lifting his head, he asked, "What about the other one?"
"The remaining 'Ninja' Kikuta Masaki didn't compete against Harrison and Guy." Wutong noticed the long-haired boy he encountered at the front desk earlier and cautiously reminded Roy, "Young master, you rejected Haseki Dorou again. I reckon... he won't be willing to let it go and might cause trouble."
The butler pushed up his glasses perched on his nose and said, "Perhaps it's best to kill him."
Roy finished wiping the blade, aligning his gaze with the blade's tip, admiring how the "brand-new" edge glinted coldly in the sunlight, ambiguously replied, "You spoke too late."
"Ding dong..." The doorbell rang.
Wutong furrowed his eyebrows, opened the door, revealing Haseki Dorou's pale face.
"Why don't you accept my invitation?"
"Why should I?"
Roy, without even glancing at Haseki Dorou, continued to play with the staff blade, cultivating a bond with it.
Haseki Dorou narrowed his eyes. "Are you afraid I'll turn around and defeat you?"
Roy chuckled disdainfully, cast a casual look... Wutong stepped forward, towering over him, unabashedly releasing his killing intent!
"Boom!"
The killing intent, manifested as "Evil Thought," pressed through [Ren]!
The "Nen" storm suddenly formed!
Haseki Dorou's pupils constricted sharply, feeling like he was suddenly plunged into an abyssal hell, his heart screamed with alarm!
'Unbeatable... Flee quickly... Not fleeing means certain death!'
The instinct to survive drove him to retreat, yet his legs didn't obey; he merely stepped back, stumbled, and fell in the corridor....
"Huff... huff..." Haseki Dorou panted heavily, just in time to hear the opponent he regarded as his lifelong rival utter a faint remark, "Ignorance is fearless... I think you understand now..."
"Slam!" With those words, the door was slammed shut heavily.
Separating "you" and "me" into two worlds...
Haseki Dorou sat with legs apart, dazed for a long, long time, finally stood up, and left in despair.
The corridor light cast on the young man, stretching his dejected shadow very long... Wutong, keenly listening, confirmed his departure, turned his head to Roy saying, "The young master is still too kind; in my opinion, killing is simpler."
Killing can solve most problems, but it can't solve all problems... the staff blade was sheathed, held in Roy's hand, turning back into an ordinary cane... The young man, with earrings of the sun and mountains, calmly looked at Wutong, saying, "If you draw your blade at every annoyance, how are you any different from Harrison?"
Wutong was undoubtedly loyal, always putting Roy's interests first... As he wouldn't consider "conscience" or "morality," it's up to Roy as the master to consider for him.
"I'm hungry, go prepare dinner."
At four in the afternoon, it was time for a snack.
Using hunger as an excuse, Roy dismissed Wutong, opened the panel,
learned from last time's lesson, stripped naked, and hid in the shower room.
Accompanied by a moan, the transformation began, soon... a minute passed, and the young man emerged again, taller than yesterday, appearing more heroic.
When Wutong returned with the dining cart, having savored a delicious meal, Roy recovered, and the next day received tickets personally delivered by Wing. He arrived at the spectator seats, waiting for the show to start.
'Wow, how did this kid's 'Sense' suddenly increase so much?' The disciple takes the stage; naturally, the master has to watch from the stand...
Biscuit, sharp-eyed, spotted Roy in the audience or, simply put, she had ordered Wing to buy the consecutive tickets, and plopped down beside Roy.
"Good evening, handsome." With a flick of her twin tails, the "girl" greeted the cold-eyed Wutong first, then smiled and leaned towards Roy, asking, "Little Roy, have you eaten?"
"I have some candy here, do you want one?" Biscuit dug out some lollipops, stuck one in her mouth, and handed another to Roy.
Seeing Roy didn't refuse, she grinned widely, sitting on the chair in silly delight.
Soon, the hostess entered the scene, began hyping the crowd; tens of thousands of spectators followed her lead, their emotions stirred, lively and intense.
Roy, amidst them, couldn't help but be affected, finding it amusing.
Biscuit peeked over and said, "You seem very happy."
Roy, smiling, ignored her.
Until Wing and Morris entered, the excitement peaked... The young man tapped the armrest with two fingers, enjoying himself.
Biscuit was a bit surprised and seriously said, "Showing happiness so openly, you'd definitely be an unqualified assassin."
Roy wasn't annoyed; witnessing Wing rolling up his sleeves, ready to act, he mocked, "I just don't pretend like some people...."
"That's not pretending; it's deceiving the opponent," Biscuit argued back, "Yes, deceiving!"
"Suit yourself." Roy couldn't be bothered to argue. The old lady's cycle probably stopped ages ago; as long as she's happy, it has nothing to do with him.
"Now the match officially begins!" the host yelled loudly....
The battle commenced!
Wing and Morris moved simultaneously, their fists and palms wreathed in "Nen," clashed, then immediately retreated....
This was just a simple test. The "Enhancement" Wing, against the "Transmutation" Morris, both backed three meters, despite their ten-year age gap... It must be said, Biscuit indeed has her own methods in training disciples.
"Heh heh..." The old lady swung her legs proudly, glanced at Roy... almost as if "Look, that's my disciple" was written on her face. As Wing gained the upper hand with a straight punch and a whip kick, her twin tails reached sky-high, couldn't help but raise her fist to Roy, saying, "See, this is the power of the mind!"
Shingen-ryu... Shingen-ryu, it emphasizes the word "mind," Roy had to admit, power-wise, Wing was definitely not stronger than the taller and sturdier Morris,
yet Morris continuously retreated under her blows....
At this moment, Roy couldn't help but recall Netero—
Praying with each punch...
Blurted out, "So this is about holding endless gratitude towards the martial arts that raised you, doing your best to repay it?"
Biscuit, who was gloating, suddenly froze!