"Oh," Razor glanced at Roy indifferently, his gaze circulated, and glanced again at Wutong, who had been beaten like a pig's head.
He held the booklet in his hand, turned around, and left.
"Creak~" The door opened and closed, and a faint voice came from outside: "I'll be waiting."
The man's tall back almost supported the door frame, and after leaving the room, he strolled under the dim corridor lights, heading back to his own room. On the way, he encountered a man wearing a hood, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, stopping him and saying, "Maybe he's joking."
Ging pushed the brim of his hat, "Although I really don't want to admit it, I must say..."
"A person's background determines most of the upper limit of their life."
"Wutong cannot compare to you."
Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, the child of a rat knows how to dig holes... Ging had been exploring ruins for ten years, from the inheritance of civilizations to personal experiences... he had seen too much, and unwillingly, but had to admit, that "background" and "bloodline" determine "talent" and "limits," exceptions exist, but those are just "exceptions."
Razor stopped, glanced at him coldly, and said, "If he weren't a Zoldyck, you probably wouldn't have asked him to lend a hand, would you?"
Ging did not deny it,
In the original work, it was only Ging who acted to jailbreak.
At most, adding Elena to monitor the battlefield and provide support.
Under the dim light, Razor stroked the "Water Breathing" and said softly, "I don't know if Roy is joking, but I know that when you say this, even you are not very confident."
"After all, he's the Zoldyck Family's butler, and... Roy's close associate." Ging didn't hide the guilt in his words, looked calmly at Razor, and said, "That kid always brings something unexpected."
"And you... don't you also value this in him?"
"That's right." Razor lifted his foot and walked away,
Ging remained silent,
"Tap... Tap..."
The footsteps gradually faded away....
Until,
"Creak~"
Razor opened the door and returned to his room, then slammed the door shut.
Ging finally looked up, saw the soft halos decorating around the corridor lights, shook his head and chuckled, "Who really lacks confidence here?"
His figure flickered and disappeared in the corridor.
Night, neon lights flicker.
The small coastal city of Werebis welcomed its busiest and most bustling nightlife.
The street was bustling with traffic and teeming with people... In early summer, as the weather warmed, everyone came out to play...
After getting out of prison, Razor took a shower to wash away the prison aura, sat bare-chested at the hotel desk, and carefully studied "Water Breathing"...
From "Water Breathing: First Form: Water Surface Slash... Second Form: Water Wheel... Third Form: Flowing Dance... Fourth Form... Seventh Form...."
Until...
"Eleventh Form: Niji"
Went through it all in his mind...
In those narrow eyes, a gleam occasionally flashed, and after a while, he closed the booklet... closed his eyes in deep thought, and relished, "This is a favor owed."
Guiding Wutong was simply insufficient to repay the gift Roy presented,
This "Water Breathing" seemed to be swordsmanship, in fact, it was a secret technique that anyone could practice!
It could actually change a person's breathing method, through specific apertures and techniques, expand the rate of oxygen absorption the body can accommodate, greatly enhancing one's cardiopulmonary abilities, accelerating metabolism, increasing blood flow rate, with the aim to... significantly increase physical strength and combat power in a short time!
Truly... a genius idea!
[If the "human body" is likened to a "reservoir," then "Nen" is the water in the "reservoir," and "Breathing Technique" is the nature and taste of the "water"...]
[Mastering it, you can add "salt," "sugar," or make it "freeze" or "boil" through the "Breathing Technique" in the water, exhibiting different properties and transformations...]
[And "Water Breathing" injects the property of "water" into "Nen" as a "seasoning," not only can it improve a "Nen user's" own "breath recovery speed," but also significantly increase the ductility of the "Nen Bullet" in a short time, using the "softness of water" to stretch and shorten the shape of the "Nen Bullet," creating more attack modes...]
Razor carefully tasted the final sections of the booklet and Roy's series of conjectures about "Water Breathing" combined with "Nenryoku," attempting to condense a Nen Bullet with his fingertips, changing it from a "figure 1" to a "figure 2"... Then stood up, mimicking the movements of "Water Breathing," using his hand as a sword, began practicing "Water Breathing"... the Nen Bullet at his fingertips constantly changing shape, vaguely stretching, shortening, reshaping, flying between, becoming more and more effortless, until...
Razor completed a full practice, the Nen Bullet at his fingertip transformed into a Telekinesis Light Sword in the blink of an eye, casually swept out, effortlessly cutting the desk in half, with the cut as smooth as a mirror, sharper than a laser...
Razor then lightly exhaled, waves of emotion surged in his heart, unable to calm....
[Hint: "Potential Believer" Razor, Loyalty +5....]
In the same hotel.
At ten o'clock at night.
Over an hour after the battle between Wutong and Razor,
Roy received a notification on his panel, let Jinx roll around on the bed, and he alone spread out a piece of white paper, contemplating over [Teachings], hearing movement behind him, he spoke warmly, "Don't move around if you're injured, stay put."
A groan, Wutong awakened from unconsciousness, blinkingly opened his eyes, saw himself lying on the sofa in the young master's room, covered with a blanket, his gaze then moved to the desk... the teenager's not particularly wide back wasn't particularly tall, but vaguely held seven parts of the resemblance to the old master... Wutong, in a daze, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, ultimately just let out a light um.