When first meeting the BOSS, he was shocked by his crisp and noble aura, the refined demeanor, but when the doorman reported that he came to challenge the gym, alone and unaided, he scoffed and asked which school he was from, which sect he belonged to. He simply replied, Mixed Hand.
He assumed he was just some spoiled rich kid dabbling in martial arts, looking to make his presence felt, so he didn't even bring his gloves and stepped onto the arena while his opponent simply removed his watch.
That arena match was unforgettable to him.
The 'Wall Street Dominator' and 'Strongest Inheritor of Ancient Martial Sect' was knocked to the ground in merely 46 seconds, with a fractured skull and blood everywhere, it was unbearable to watch.
On the arena, the lights spun round and round, he felt his limbs go numb, completely devoid of energy, let alone get up. In his muddled state, he heard the man's deep, magnetic voice, "Foolish."
