"Thanks for the match."
He adjusted his glasses and smiled as he gave Phinks, whose expression had turned quite ugly, a Shingen-ryu salute.
Phinks: "..."
He gritted his teeth and stared silently at Wing's face for quite a while.
Even the referee thought he was about to lose his temper and cause a scene.
"The next time we face each other, I'll definitely beat the hell out of you!!"
After forcing those words out through clenched teeth, Phinks turned and walked off the ring.
He did not look at Wing again.
He would not throw a tantrum here. That would only make him a laughingstock.
It was a fact that he was inferior to his opponent.
Whether it was his own adherence to the rules of the game, or his realization of the gap between himself and Wing.
Even setting aside this point-based scoring rule for successful hits.
He truly was not as good as Wing.
Rather than rage helplessly here and make himself look even worse.
He might as well become stronger, improve his abilities, and come back to reclaim his pride!!
When that time came, he would definitely knock that four-eyes to the ground.
Then he would say the same thing to him: "Thanks for the match"!!
"That guy... actually managed to restrain his temper."
Biscuit, seated among the audience, looked rather surprised.
Even she had thought that a guy named Phinks, with that sort of personality, might flip a table or something.
Yet he had endured it. That level of restraint and composure was truly unusual.
"Though he looked like an Enhancement Type at first glance, it's rare to see one behave so rationally."
She gave him a modestly favorable assessment.
"But opening his Aura Nodes and learning Nen at that age would basically be impossible without