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Underground Arena: The Final Match

「Alright, that’s a wrap. Good job, you two. You held up well.」

Under Hyoue’s instruction, both men had collapsed on all fours, barely able to breathe, much less respond.

「Thank you very much.」

Dorios bowed deeply from a seated position. Hyoue couldn’t help but be impressed—it was sheer grit at this point.

「You’ve got talent, kid. That sword form of yours reminds me of my grandson, Shuuji.」

He said it with a completely straight face. But the white-haired, red-eyed beautiful man before him looked nothing like Shuuji. Maybe in height, at best.

「I’m honored.」

「I’m sure you know this, but what you do with that talent is up to you. Swordsmanship is an art. Whether you hone it as a discipline or forge it into something practical on the battlefield—that’s your call.」

「If it’s the latter, I doubt I could ever beat you.」

「Probably not.」

For the first time, Hyoue cracked a grin.

「I’ll keep training. Bardo-sama will see to