"Hmm! Hmm! What a good boy! Eat more so you can grow tall and strong."
Watching Lupos VI wolf down the food, Bang's wrinkled face broke into a kindly smile. He looked nothing like a world-renowned martial arts master—more like an old neighborhood security guard.
"You came all this way just to feed Lupos VI a steak?" Allen asked uncertainly.
More precisely, this was only his second time meeting the man.
Their previous encounter had been more than half a month ago, when they had run into each other by chance during a mission to eliminate a Demon-class Monster.
In Allen's impression, although the old man liked nurturing younger generations, he was quite mischievous at heart. He had the classic personality of an old child and often did things that left people baffled.
"No, of course not. I came to ask how much thought you've given to what I mentioned last time." Bang stood up and stroked his two-pronged mustache.
"Last time? Ah, I remember now. Sorry, but I have no interest in learning martial arts. More accurately, martial arts have existed since their invention as a means for the weak to fight the strong. Once a person's speed, strength, and reactions surpass a critical threshold, learning complicated techniques will not make them stronger. On the contrary, it will become dead weight that limits their power. Besides, your Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist doesn't suit me, whether in style or the way it generates force."
Allen made his refusal perfectly clear.
Back in the Hunter x Hunter world, he had studied martial arts for a while as well, but he had ultimately discarded all of it.
The stronger one's physical quality became, the fewer techniques were needed. Both offense and defense became more direct, simple, and brutal.
This was demonstrated