Long Live the King
Chapter 1204

We Won't Leave Until We're Drunk

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Fighting such an opponent, Sun Fei tried many different fighting styles. (Fastest updates)

Suppress by brute force

The effect was minimal.

Milito is known for his power-based style, and in this respect, he is second to none in unleashing the full potential of every move.

Speed trick

That won't work either.

This Young Supremes ruler of the Blue-Black Empire follows the path of 'not seeking merit, but avoiding mistakes.' Even if he can't keep up with his opponent in speed, his defense is flawless. The tightness of his moves completely compensates for his disadvantage in speed, making him extremely stable and practically invincible.

Despite trying several different fighting styles, Sun Fei still couldn't find a way to completely counter Milito.

This person's martial arts style seemed to be completely flawless.

Pato and the other four, however, were quite amazed and watched with great interest.

It's rare to see a supreme expert like Sun Fei, whose martial arts style is ever-changing and effortlessly masterful. Human lifespan is limited, and in pursuit of power, most people tend to pursue a single style, avoiding complexity without refinement. Therefore, a true master only needs to bring their martial arts style to its fullest potential.

But King of Chambord was clearly an oddball who didn't follow this rule.

Sudden--

"Huh? What happened to Diego? He's... appeared at the opening."

A look of disbelief suddenly appeared on Shaarawy's face.

To everyone's horror, after changing to a seemingly simple fighting style, Diego Milito, known for his absolute stability and flawless moves and transitions, suddenly seemed to have lost his strength, and obvious flaws appeared in his moves.

Although it was only a fleeting moment of stagnation, for a true master, it was enough to resolve all problems.

This kind of mistake is absolutely not something Milito, who is single-mindedly pursuing the perfect martial art, should make.

What exactly happened?

Clang clang clang clang--

After a series of violent explosions, Milito retreated abruptly and sheathed his Dou Weapon.

His face showed a thoughtful expression, and he remained silent for a long time. Sun Fei and the others kept quiet, not wanting to disturb the Young Supremes's contemplation.

Fifteen minutes later, Milito finally showed a look of sudden realization and said, "So, there is no such thing as a flawless martial art in this world. So-called perfection is just an illusion, and so-called flaws are not necessarily fatal defects. Moreover, so-called defects, if used properly, can be opportunities for victory. Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty."

Sun Fei smiled slightly and said nothing more.

Milito's martial arts are indeed terrifying. However, anything that is excessively pursued for perfection will fall into imperfection. There is no such thing as 100% perfection in the world, and martial arts is no exception.

Sun Fei just used a force-shifting technique recorded in the text. It's a similar method of generating power, which forcibly changed Milito's moves, creating gaps in his transitions and giving him an opening.

Sure enough, when Milito realized that his moves weren't as perfect as he had imagined, he began to lose confidence, as if he were possessed, and suddenly found himself at a complete disadvantage.

Although Sun Fei did not teach any martial arts techniques in this battle, he pointed out and made up for the biggest fatal flaw in Milito's 'Perfect Martial Arts'. Therefore, Milito's gains were no less than those of Cassano or El Shaarawy.

"If it is of any use, I will never refuse." Milito was not good with words, but he made a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold.

A man as taciturn as him, once he speaks, he means it; he would never go back on his word. This promise, like the previous two, meant that he considered Sun Fei his closest companion.

Cassano and Shaarawy exchanged a smile.

Among his group, Milito was the oldest and most prestigious. Although he was usually taciturn and sparing with his words, every time he spoke, his words were incisive and to the point. Since even he had said so, it meant that every Young Supremes in his small group had become his friend.

Cassano and Shaarawy, who had only known Sun Fei for a short time, had already hit it off immediately. They were happy for Sun Fei, as gaining Milito's approval was no easy feat.

Now that even Milito has made this statement, everything that follows seems to fall into place naturally.

Rodriguez Palacio showed no embarrassment whatsoever, sporting his signature smile as he approached Sun Fei, bowed respectfully, and said, "Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."

An hour later, Sun Fei had fought one match each of the five Young Supremes from the Central Region.

After the last two matches, Sun Fei discovered that Palacio's strength lay in speed, while his power was slightly inferior and his attack power was not sharp enough. If he encountered an opponent with a turtle-like body, his speed would be useless and he would be at a slight disadvantage. Pato, on the other hand, was a very well-rounded martial arts genius, but his body was congenitally weak, which limited his further development on the path of martial arts.

His King is really going all out today, selling off martial arts secrets at a tearful clearance sale, and even gifting two more secret techniques to improve the shortcomings of Palacio and Pato's martial arts—naturally copied from this ancient Demon Clan martial arts encyclopedia, a way of offering something for nothing.

For Sun Fei, martial arts manuals are inanimate and of little use, while people are alive.

In particular, these five Young Supremes from the Central Region Continent were all heroes in their own right. Sun Fei had an exceptionally keen eye for people. Although they had only met by chance and were only acquainted once, he could sense that these five were heroes worth befriending. Naturally, he spared no expense and went to great lengths to win them over.

"Hahaha, today's plan was originally to kill those few Mad Dog of the Church, but unexpectedly, we've encountered His Majesty here. We're extremely lucky! Haha, this place has mountains, water, lakes, and trees; the scenery is delightful. True friendship lies in sincerity, which is one of life's greatest pleasures. Why don't we drink to our hearts' content here and not leave until we're completely drunk?"

Shaarawy, in a burst of generosity, took out his treasured wine from his storage ring and excitedly proposed the idea.

"Just what I wanted." Despite Pato's initial aloofness and cold, unapproachable demeanor, once you get to know him, he transforms into a completely different person, incredibly warm and friendly. He put his arm around Sun Fei's shoulder and laughed, "I was being chased by the Church's Mad Dog for a while, didn't even have time for a decent meal, haha. Today, I'm with Alexander to try your treasured wine, El."

Second update. Thank you for your love and support, brothers.

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