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He was the organizer of this tournament. Why would he want to participate in such a child's game?
"Ah?"
Hercule was instantly dumbfounded. Wasn't everyone who came here here to participate in the Inter-Universal Martial Arts Tournament? Was this guy just here to watch the fun?
"Since you're still unconvinced, fine. I'll test it."
Gran did not explain further. Instead, he walked toward the machine, wanting to see where its testing limit lay.
"How strong do you think this guy is?"
"No idea. When he was standing next to that afro-haired guy earlier, I thought he was trash too. But that move he showed nearly scared me to death. This guy is definitely no ordinary person!"
"Yeah, his aura truly can't be sensed at all. Maybe he's the kind of martial artist who has returned to simplicity!"
"..."
The martial artists gathered around them all began discussing among themselves.
Their voices reached Hercule's ears, and his eyes widened. "Could this young man actually be an expert?"
But that couldn't be right!
When Gran first saw him, Gran had called out his name. Clearly, Gran was one of his die-hard fans.
Logically speaking, his fan couldn't possibly be stronger than his idol, right?!
"Hercule, watch closely. This machine isn't broken."
The corners of Gran's lips curled slightly. He extended his hand before the machine and made a finger-flicking gesture.
"???"
"What's this guy trying to do? Don't people usually punch the machine when testing their strength?"
"Is he trying to test the strength of one finger?"
"Has he gone crazy?"
The crowd's skeptical voices echoed through the venue.
Hercule also thought Gran had gone insane. Otherwise, why would Gran use that gesture?
Under everyone's gaze, Gran finally flicked