"Hahahahaha! So that's it? Just a level of trash, so weak and worthless..."
The victorious Uvogin was in high spirits, laughing heartily.
"If the fighters who come here are only this good, I advise them to go home and drink milk as soon as possible!"
Uvogin savored the joy of victory while frantically drawing hatred: "Otherwise, they had better watch out for their next match, or their heads might just get smashed open by me! Hahahaha!"
Uvogin's sweeping insults couldn't have been more thorough.
At least a considerable number of the high-level fighters' expressions changed after hearing Uvogin's words.
Those looks were anything but friendly!
Many were already thinking about how to teach Uvogin a lesson.
However, many in the audience were very fond of this, loving Uvogin's uninhibited style.
This confident and arrogant display of his personality, coupled with his immense strength, quickly garnered him a significant number of fans.
Thanks to his actions, most of the attention from both competitors and the audience was drawn to him.
They subconsciously ignored the seemingly ordinary duel between two fighters on the other side of the arena.
One was a teenager wearing ordinary sportswear, without even an eyebrow.
The other looked about the same age, wearing glasses and smiling faintly.
It was only his messy hair and the exposed hem of his shirt around his waist that made him look a little unkempt.
In terms of appearance and body type, among the thousands of eccentric applicants, these two were relatively normal.
Normal often means mediocre, easily overlooked.
But for Luke, who was in the audience stand, this was more noteworthy than even Feitan's and Uvogin's matches earlier.
"Is that... Wing?"
Luke recognized the other party on the stage immediately.
It was clearly Wing in his younger days, messy hair, and that signature shirt that never tucked into his pants…
Such a classic look, no one else could have it.
"From his appearance, it seems he's just been out training, and has already learned Nen..."
With Luke's current eyesight, it was easy to see Wing's current state.
He had just learned the basics of Nen and was at the level of a beginner.
Now, coming to Heavens Arena, his purpose seemed mainly to train.
Just like in the future, when he would bring his disciple, Zushi, along with him. Training Nen while sharpening his combat skills at the same time.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Phinks."
Wing politely bowed to Phinks, a tradition of courtesy later passed down to his apprentice, Zushi.
What a joyful scene, a loving master and filial apprentice, showcasing the courtesy of both master and apprentice.
As for whether Wing's behavior was inherited from his master, it's unlikely.
"Wing, you must do your best."
Next to Luke, a beautiful little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, resembling a delicate porcelain doll, sat.
She cupped her hands around her mouth and called sweetly in encouragement to Wing below.
Her doll-like appearance was so striking that those with a taste for such things would be hooked after a single glance.
Especially in that lovely red princess dress, paired with her charming voice, it was hard not to notice her.
"Biscuit..."
Luke also took note.
But his main concern was…
"So she was already disguising herself as a little girl at this point in time?"
Yes, some people might look like children outwardly, but their true age and physical strength far surpass that of their appearance.
Normally speaking, this little loli's true age should be around forty-two or forty-three.
The fact that she had already reached the point where she could appear this way meant…
"At this age, she had already honed her body to a remarkable degree, which is why she chose to disguise herself."
After all, for someone like her, a master in training and teaching, if she hadn't truly honed her body to a level she was satisfied with, enough to handle any trouble and danger, she would never have taken on such a weak and inconvenient appearance in front of others.
Although she deeply loathed her true appearance, when compared to her own safety, her own life was undoubtedly more important.
So, with her clear mind and rationality, she adopted this appearance. That meant her strength had already achieved pretty good results.
"And she should have gained some insights in teaching too, otherwise she wouldn't have started taking disciples..."
Luke looked thoughtful.
The little princess beside him seemed to sense Luke's gaze.
She turned her face, saw Luke…
"Ah!"
She let out a coquettish little cry, then immediately pretended to guard herself by crossing her hands in front of her chest.
She shifted away from Luke, intending to distance herself from him.
Then, she looked at him with a pitiful, fearful, and wary gaze.
That tearful, watery look was truly heartbreaking.
And Luke, knowing her all too well: "..."
Well, what can he say? She's really a Transmuter type.
With such acting skills, if Luke hadn't already known what kind of person she was, he would have been fooled by her performance.
Still, since the other party wanted to keep up the act, he might as well play along.
"Sorry, miss, I think you may have misunderstood something..."
Luke said half-heartedly, half-sincerely: "I'm not interested in women under eighteen or over forty."
That tiny body of the seasoned veteran stiffened for a moment.
Under eighteen, well, the physical condition she displayed now did indeed suggest she was only thirteen.
But over forty...
Biscuit had a feeling that the brat across from her was deliberately hinting at something.
Because, according to normal logic, if he truly believed she was just a thirteen-year-old girl, there'd be no need at all to mention the part about being over forty.
This came from the experience of an old… a veteran hunter!
Plus a little bit of womanly intuition!
In an instant, those eyes that had seemed like gentle spring water, feigning pity and cuteness, now shifted into suspicion as she looked at Luke.
He knew her age might actually be over forty.
Which also meant he already knew something about her true situation?!
Luke: "..."