Hm?
Netero's gaze sharpened.
He felt an almost imperceptible sting on his chin, but it vanished a moment later.
An ordinary person might have dismissed it as their imagination.
But Netero did not. With his body tempered through countless trials, there was no way that sting had been imaginary!
In other words, had that kid attacked just now?
When Dio had walked past him, he had indeed sensed the undisguised malice behind the boy's desire to attack.
Yet right up to that instant, he had seen no sign of Dio preparing to strike.
Heart Drop Fist Listening?
No...
No matter how powerful someone was, an attack always had telltale signs, whether in the flow of their aura, the presence of killing intent, or the exertion of muscles throughout their body.
Especially at this distance, Netero was confident that no one in the world could evade his eyes.
But Dio had done it.
Netero had seen no unusual flow of aura in him. The Ten he had practiced so diligently under Cheadle's guidance was quite commendable.
Except...
Netero narrowed his eyes slightly. An almost undetectably fine white hair clung lightly to the back of Dio's neck, as though a puff of wind could blow it away.
"Dio, spread your arms and let me take a look."
Cheadle had not noticed the subtle change in Netero's gaze. Instead, she directed Dio into position so she could examine him.
Dio knew that even if he said he was fine, Cheadle would not be reassured. After all, his opponent had been Chairman Netero. The slightest bit of seriousness from him would have been more than Dio could handle.
So he obediently spread his arms like a passenger waiting to be frisked at a subway station.
Cheadle's gaze sharpened as she stepped forward, the aura