Sett had started out as an unknown nobody in the fighting pits, but he possessed immense brute strength and was extraordinarily tough.
Sett had never received formal combat training. He was entirely self-taught.
Yet his raw power and ferocity alone had been enough. Like a battering ram, he had toppled one highly skilled opponent after another, developing a fighting style uniquely his own.
Now, Sett ruled Ionia's lawless lands with his iron fists. He would never allow the poverty and loneliness of his past to return.
"Black Haki? Looks like you've had quite the experience lately. Why should I consider that something worth trading for?"
"Normally, it's colorless. It only turned black as my proficiency deepened and for various other reasons.
Its academic name should be Armament Haki. As for why, why not try it yourself?"
Some things could not be explained through words alone. Practice was the best proof.
"Try it? Just what I wanted."
Sett's Haki was something meant for battle, so the Haki Oran wanted to trade must have been the same. Besides, Sett craved a fight deep down. In a way, he had long wanted to fight this guy who was always hanging around his mother.
"Let's get one thing straight: don't you dare tattle to my mom! Otherwise, no deal!"
The grin on Sett's face instantly froze. Other than his mother, there was nothing he feared, and Oran just happened to have a move that struck right at his weak spot.
The thought of his mother looking disappointed and heartbroken hurt worse than being killed.
"Don't worry. I'm not that low."
"You're a man, I'll give you that. Come on. This isn't the place. There's one of my venues nearby, and we can have a proper exchange there."
"Your venue is near your mom's house?"