I Can Use the 100-Type Guanyin

The harder an opponent was to beat, the more reason there was to give it everything.

In this match—

What Netero admired most about Moyu was not the preparation he had made before the fight, but the determination he showed during it: his refusal to stop searching for a chance even when the odds seemed hopeless.

Netero's steady gaze pierced the drifting dust and settled on the blurred figure behind it.

"Ho ho..."

Netero stroked his beard out of habit.

There was no need for him to check Moyu's injuries. He turned and left.

Seeing this, Beans hurriedly said a few words to Fiona, then trotted after Netero.

The two left the arena one after the other.

Fiona watched Netero and Beans go, then walked over to Cheadle and looked at Moyu, who lay unconscious on the ground.

How... did you do that?

Fiona still felt shaken.

Moyu's decisions and performance throughout the fight had stunned her, as had the palm strike he had landed on Netero's neck at the end.

If she had not seen it herself, who would have believed that a boy not yet fourteen could go that far?

That was Netero, after all!

Fiona did not disturb Cheadle as she treated Moyu's injuries. She lowered her head slightly and silently replayed the fight.

She had not been able to see the 100-Type Guanyin's palm strikes at all.

Only after a strike landed could she make out its trajectory and use Moyu's movements to piece together what had happened.

That left her certain Moyu could evade the 100-Type Guanyin's palm strikes.

If he had not been trying to create an opening for a counterattack, he probably would have dodged its second downward strike as well.

Fiona let out a long breath.

She gazed at Moyu in silence,