A Tiger Lurks in His Heart

"Fia is going to lose."

Finally, Uhm, standing below the ring, realized what was happening and let out a long sigh.

He originally thought that after his sister broke through the First Tier level of her battle qi, her soaring strength would be enough for her to crush her opponents.

But after so long, the game remains deadlocked.

Uhm then realized that the masked man was still "in control".

This was exactly the same as the previous half of the fight, and even before that, his sparring match with that fighter named Mike.

That guy hones his martial arts skills by relying on his opponents.

"Fia will lose? That's impossible!"

August, standing to the side, looked on in bewilderment; his limited perspective prevented him from understanding anything.

Although he was very reluctant to admit that Rein was better, he had to accept the reality that the two were evenly matched.

He argued further, "Although that masked guy hasn't lost yet, if the fight continues, Fia's advantage in fighting spirit will become apparent. There's absolutely no way to win against someone like that!"

"Heh. It's true that Fia has an advantage in battle aura. But didn't you see that the masked guy was always holding back?"

Today's sparring match moved Uhm in a way he had never experienced before.

The arrogance of a "century-old genius" prevented him from allowing his sister to win by suppressing others through superior cultivation level. He sneered, "If you still can't win after suppressing others by so much cultivation level, you've already lost!"

Besides, we couldn't win anyway!

In fact, when Rein was about to reveal that he knew the Profound Martial Technique, the outcome of the match was already a foregone conclusion.

Although the masked lady was not weak, Rein, who possessed "Monstrous Strength," was already undefeated.

How long he can play depends entirely on whether Rein feels satisfied.

He lacks practical experience in mastering martial arts techniques and needs a thrilling battle to hone his skills and integrate them into his own combat power.

The two fought fiercely in the ring. Blinded by anger, Fia held nothing back, and every move she made was a deadly strike.

It must be admitted that this talented young female fighter, who comes from a prestigious training background, is indeed exceptionally accomplished.

The Fighter Sequence is not limited to the recognized "Six Forms of Combat". She not only knows the most classic "Six Styles", but also many of the ultimate techniques of the Grandmaster of Combat "Rocky Lefar".

Her martial arts arsenal is truly luxurious.

Moreover, he lacks flexibility, and every move he makes is just like something out of a textbook, making it very clear to everyone.

Rein was also happy to see this, and the "Mind Core" kept recording these "advanced martial arts techniques" that would never appear in the hands of low-level fighters.

The two men on stage were bruised and battered, covered in injuries, but they still didn't stop.

To the spectators below the stage, this duel would probably continue until either side was completely exhausted.

But.

Everyone thought the noble lady would win, after all, having broken through that critical point, she had an overwhelming advantage in fighting spirit.

Everyone felt that Doctor Rein, though defeated, had earned honor by being able to achieve a result against the genius fighter from the capital.

But no one expected it.

Just then, a white towel was thrown onto the ring.

"Stop! We've lost!"

Everyone turned to look, and it was the young master of the "Sunflower Merchant Guild" who spoke.

Uhm knew that if the fight continued like this, his sister, who was blinded by rage, would surely lose.

He also saw through Rein's intentions and didn't want his sister to become a whetstone for others to hone their skills.

Besides, she has just broken through to the next level and needs to immediately take Gene Potion to officially break through the second Gene Locks. It wouldn't be worth damaging her foundation in battle.

With a cold expression, he jumped onto the ring and stood between the two.

The masked girl, her face contorted with humiliation, persisted relentlessly.

She didn't feel like she had lost. Like a mother leopard with her hair standing on end, she roared hysterically, "No, I haven't lost yet! I'm going to kill this damn bastard!"

Rein glanced at the white towel on the ring, raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the young man in black, and loosened his clenched fist.

If the fight continued, he would indeed be almost exhausted in terms of physical strength and fighting spirit, and he would probably have to use his "Monstrous Strength" to end the match.

It's about time to end it here.

Moreover, according to the rules of the ring, once one side throws out the white towel, it means they have lost, and the person on the ring cannot make another move.

This is the basic rule.

But just then, "Pop!"—another loud bang.

The masked girl was clearly not going to admit defeat and had no intention of following any rules.

"I kill you!"

She bypassed her brother and attempted to assassinate Rein.

Rein frowned sharply, about to retaliate, but at that moment, a figure flashed in his eyes.

"Nonsense!"

A loud shout.

A faster, dark figure suddenly appeared beside her and slammed the rapidly moving figure to the ground.

With a loud thud, it slammed heavily onto the ground, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The young man, who had been calmly observing the fight, suddenly turned incredibly ferocious. He gripped his sister's neck, his eyes revealing undisguised brutality. "Losing is losing. Don't you, as a fighter, have even this much awareness?!"

He spoke through gritted teeth, as if anyone who dared to disobey him would be killed on the spot.

Fia knew that her brother was truly enraged, as if he were being suppressed by some terrifying monster, and her body trembled violently in fright.

The next instant, as if her temper had deflated, the anger in her eyes vanished instantly. Simultaneously, the layer of fighting spirit veil disappeared completely.

This tremor is a fear that originates from the depths of one's heart.

She knew that although her brother appeared gentle and composed, a fierce tiger resided in his heart.

Now that it has appeared, if you dare to disobey it again, it will really kill you!

Rein's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the young man in black who had suddenly appeared before him, a sense of crisis washing over him. "So fast!"

This speed, though also from the ultimate technique [Wind Walk], is completely different when he uses it!

At this speed, Rein has absolutely no confidence that he can last more than a few moves.

Moreover, the murderous aura that the young man in black just now exuded seemed to be directed not only at his sister, but also at Rein himself!

This guy is a bit crazy.

"You won, the boxing gloves are yours."

Uhm expressionlessly hoisted the masked girl onto his shoulder and walked off the stage.

After taking a few steps, he turned back to look at Rein and said, "I hope I can see you on the stage at the next 'Imperial Martial Arts Tournament.' And I hope that by then, you will be qualified to stand opposite me."

With that, he walked out of the training hall without looking back.

What exactly is "high-class" or "sophisticated"?

That's it!

Rein felt that this guy had completely blew his cool with just one sentence.

That cold remark completely overshadowed all the glory of his victory in the competition.

The implication was clear: So what if winning makes you better than a friendly spar? You're not qualified to fight me!

Omar is a once-in-a-century fighting genius, capable of taking on a powerful figure who is Third Tier [Demon Hunter] in a one-on-one fight. His strength is the foundation of his confidence.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man in black finished showing off and left.

Rein muttered under his breath, "Damn, what a show-off."

We definitely can't win if we fight now.

But is it just because I haven't been Transcendent for long?

Try saying that again in three to five years?

If you try to act all high and mighty in front of me again, I'll tell you in a heartbeat, "Is that all?"

Rein rolled his eyes.

The innate sense of superiority among the aristocracy is a disease that needs to be cured!

However, the only redeeming quality of this guy is that he has decent gambling skills; at least he still left behind that famous weapon, the "Karnap's Sacred Gauntlets".

Having received the benefits, Rein didn't care anymore. He took the boxing gloves and felt quite pleased with himself.

"Wow, Doctor Rein, you're amazing!"

"You actually know Profound Martial Technique? My god, you've always been going easy on us?"

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After the three upper-class figures from the Mechanical City left, the atmosphere in the training hall seemed to suddenly relax.

The crowd gathered around Rein, chattering incessantly.

Rein knew that after today's commotion, probably no one would dare to spar with him again.

However, this fight also yielded considerable results.

Not only did he win a pair of top-quality boxing gloves, but he also roughly determined his combat strength level.

At this moment, Mike's close friends in the fighting also gathered around, winking and saying, "Oh my god! Doctor Rein, you've betrayed our feelings."

"Yes, my fragile little heart."

"Ah, I need fine wine to soothe the wounds in my heart."

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A group of muscular men, pretending to be provocative sex workers, began to condemn Rein as a "heartless man."

Rein, somewhat helpless, said with a smile, "The drinks tonight are on me."

"Yay!"

"Hahaha, we're going to drink to our hearts' content tonight, and make Doctor Rein bleed profusely!"

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Hearing this, everyone beamed with joy.

This is the mentality of these low-level hunters. The frustration of being beaten up just now vanishes in an instant, and the sight of something fun can make them very happy.

After all, no one can guarantee that they will survive to see tomorrow in the dangerous life of hunting.

Just as everyone was joking around with Rein, someone suddenly rushed into the training room.

The guy yelled at the top of his lungs,

"Everyone, come and see! The 'Iron Boots Scavenger Group' has struck it rich! They wiped out an entire Barbarian Tribe, and the loot they plundered is piled up like mountains. The merchant guild is sending people to count it! There's so much—gems, gold nuggets, magic cores, animal hides, potion ingredients... just too much!"

Instantly, everyone in the training room scattered like birds in flight!

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