Chapter 182 - Chapter 182: Chapter 133 'New World” and 'Fighter’s Transcendent Path” (Subscription Requested) _3

Chapter 182: Chapter 133 “New World” and “Fighter’s Transcendent Path” (Subscription Requested) _3

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“If we’re talking about the speed of your punches alone, you’re the fastest I’ve ever seen, probably even faster than my mentor.”

“But surely, your strength and skills aren’t on par with my mentor’s. The way you throw your punches is amateurish, even if they are incredibly fast.”

“However, if your punching speed is innate, your talent must be unimaginably high.”

Upon hearing this, Milton Cheney didn’t respond.

He quietly set down the cup of wine in his hand.

“Is a fighter really that weak?” he thought, somewhat disappointed.

The speed of his punch was just that of an average knight.

As for his strength, he deliberately restrained it. Although George Shaw considered his boxing skills amateurish, Milton’s skills were certainly advanced—they were simply beyond George’s understanding.

So does that mean a fighter is equivalent to an official knight?

Then this world’s transcendent path is entirely useless to him.

Even being an Epic Knight wouldn’t make any difference to him.

If the potential of the Fighter Path is equivalent to that of the Knight’s Path, then this world is useless to Milton.

“I see,” Milton replied, nodding his head.

How things really were, he would find out only after meeting Carson Dutton in person.

After all, conclusions drawn merely from speculations are bound to be inaccurate.

After getting George’s phone number, Milton politely declined his planning help and then left the Lotus Pavilion.

Time went by, and three days later:

As they left the airport, a luxury car was waiting for them.

Opening the car door, Milton and George climbed in.

“I’ve already told my mentor about you. He is very interested in meeting you.”

“But if you’re aiming to get help from my mentor, that might be a bit tricky. He currently belongs to the Federal Fourth Bureau and it’s inappropriate for him to act recklessly.”

George leaned in and whispered to Milton.

Upon hearing those words, Milton simply nodded in response.

Naturally, he wasn’t expecting this fighter to offer him any help. He was just curious to meet so-called real fighters in person.

As the only transcendent path in this world, even if the path’s potential seems weak, Milton is curious about it.

Not every world can be like the Wizard Realm.

As time passed, their car pulled into a mansion’s garage.

George stepped out of the vehicle, with Milton following closely behind. As they approached the mansion’s front door, George rang the doorbell. A beautiful middle-aged woman opened the door a while later.

“Mentor’s wife!”

Upon seeing the woman, George greeted her respectfully.

The woman warmly welcomed them into the mansion.

“Your mentor is not back yet, so you two can wait a bit. I’m going to prepare lunch.”

The woman said, then left the living room.

“May I ask why you want to see my mentor?”

Sitting next to Milton, George finally voiced his curiosity.

This was a question he hadn’t asked before, but now he could no longer suppress his curiosity.

With his skills, if Milton wished to participate in official boxing matches, many would willingly recommend him.

Plus, with such incredible boxing skills, it couldn’t be possible that he’s in need of money.

Even if he continued in underground boxing, his skills would ensure a swift accumulation of wealth hard to imagine.

Federal boxing is popular and well-performing boxers are never short of money—that’s a given.

Could it be that he has offended some big shot?

Milton does seem like the sort to ruffle some feathers, given he broke George’s nose the first time they met. “I want to know what a real fighter looks like.”

Milton said, unfazed.

Upon hearing this, George was taken aback. “That’s it?”

“Fighters are people too, there’s not much difference. We’re just faster, stronger.”

“But we’re still defenseless against guns. With technology advancing so rapidly, not just fighters, even Boxing Masters will soon fade into the shadows.” There was a hint of despondency in George’s voice.

He had practiced boxing since a young age, but now, other than being a boxer or a hired muscle, there seemed to be no other paths available.

All he could bank on was earning more money.

The so-called Boxing Masters have changed. Most people who practice boxing now are in it for fame and fortune.

“You don’t seem interested in money and it looks like you aren’t attracted to official boxing tournaments either.”

“If it’s not for fame or fortune, then why do you practice boxing?

George asked, puzzled.

After their few meetings, he felt that the young man sitting beside him was somewhat unusual.

Who practices boxing not seeking fame or fortune?

Are there actually people in this world who don’t care for fame and fortune?

Milton didn’t reply to his query.

Perhaps, there are no people indifferent to fame and fortune in this world, but Milton is not of this world.

He is just a passerby.

The next moment, a sound came from the mansion’s entrance. Then, the door was opened.

A sturdy middle-aged man entered through the front door.

On seeing George and Milton sitting on the sofa, the middle-aged man showed no reaction.

He turned his gaze towards Milton, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

This doesn’t look like a boxer.

That was his first impression of Milton.

An unusual aura.

This was his second impression of Milton.

“Mentor!”

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, George respectfully greeted him.

Carson Dutton nodded his head.

“Young man, come with me.”

Carson said, putting down the bag in his hand and entering into a study..