"Did you see that, Nobu-san?" Seki asked, her attention focused on the person with a dog who had just passed by them.
"Yes, Seki-Sama," he replied, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. "That person's movements were too fluid. I could tell he was very skilled just by the way he walked."
As a ninja specializing in stealth and covert missions, Nobu was used to encountering other skilled shinobi. But he hadn't heard a single footstep.
Then, a realization struck him. "Seki-Sama, that person matches the description of the unknown fighter who will fight Alfonso!"
"Are you sure, Nobu-san?" she asked skeptically.
"I'm sure, Seki-Sama."
"If the person we saw is going to face off against a well known Platinum Mercenary, just how strong is this Alfonso?" she pondered aloud.
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Reign ordered 2 dozens of steaks and fed them to Wick, pretending to eat one himself to maintain his disguise among the patrons.
"This tastes terrible," he grumbled, clearly displeased. He wished they served something better than this; like human meat.
Meanwhile, Wick seemed to enjoy the meal.
'You have really low standards,' Reign sighed, finding his pet too domesticated. 'I'll have to toughen him up later.'
If Wick was to be his battle companion, he needed him to be ruthless and effective when needed.
Reign recalled the three-headed dog and the Demon Wolf he had encountered before.
He desired a bad-ass mount like them. Since Wick was his only pet and he cherished him deeply, Reign wanted him to become stronger.
To achieve this, he planned to train his pet through live combat and by feeding him ample human targets.
He also had access to the System Store, where he could purchase items to accelerate Wick's growth.
'Speaking of which, I wonder what would happen if I added another DNA to him. Like the DNA of a Bat Demon—would he grow wings and be able to fly?' he mused, eyeing Wick, his imagination racing.
'Hey system, can I combine multiple DNAs in one organism?' he asked eagerly, seeking clarification.
[System: Affirmative, but the host needs to find compatible DNA. Too much difference could lead to mutation or death.]
'I thought as much,' he nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the system's response.
Its metallic surface had a weathered, battle-worn appearance, hinting at its extensive use in countless battles.
The hilt, located at the midpoint of the blades, was crafted with ornate golden details, providing both elegance and a secure grip.
Eager to display his strength, Alfonso raised the weapon and spun it, causing it to blur as it generated wind .
The dual blades rotated rapidly, creating a visual effect like a helicopter rotor, showcasing both his power and the weapon's lethal potential.
The hum of the weapon alone made everyone gulp, their mouths dry with anticipation.
Some spectators who had bet on Reign were now having doubts.
No matter how they looked at it, Alfonso clearly had the advantage with both his weapon and armor.
His power armor and formidable double-edged sword looked like an unfair combination against any opponent.
"He's here too!" One spectator broke the silence, pointing to a figure walking alongside his dog.
Unlike Alfonso's grand entrance, Reign appeared in the same casual clothing as before, showing no sign of any power armor.
"Is he planning to fight like that?" spectators murmured anxiously, especially those who had bet on him.
"He's not even wearing a power armor? That's suicide!" someone exclaimed, their disbelief turning to frustration.
"I think he's throwing the fight!" one man exclaimed angrily. "Hey, give me back my money!"
Lucas sensed the tension among the crowd and stepped forward to calm their concerns.
"Hey, don't jump to conclusions. My bodyguard's strategy is different. He's a speed type, relying on agility and quick attack rather than armor."
"I don't know, man. Alfonso looks like a walking fortress over there," another remarked skeptically.
Lucas nodded . "I get it, but trust me, my bodyguard knows what he's doing. His techniques are unconventional, but really effective."
"But what if he gets hit? He's toast! Alfonso's weapon can cleave a metal in half !" a voice shouted, growing more agitated.
Lucas raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Look, I'm just as invested as you are, but my bodyguard got this. Let's give him a chance to show us what he's capable of."
The crowd grumbled with uncertainty, torn between faith in Reign's unorthodox approach and fear of losing their bets.
As tension mounted, all eyes remained fixed on the upcoming clash, waiting to see how this daring gamble would unfold.
Reign ignored the crowd noise and walked confidently towards his designated spot.
As he approached, he glanced at his daring opponent, slightly tilting his head up due to the height difference between them.
"You look like a garbage bin ," Reign pointed out bluntly.