Chapter 6: Suspicion
In the end, Neruko stood up and forced a smile, saying.
“Well, um, actually, it would be nice for everyone to get to know each other. Miss Jinlisi, would you introduce the warrior behind you to everyone?”
Jinlisi sighed inwardly, glanced at Mo Qingting, who immediately understood and spoke.
“My name is Mo Qingting, from the Vermilion Empire. Because of a favor owed to me by the Bimor family, which is Miss Jinlisi’s mother’s family, I became Miss Jinlisi’s servant.”
“Um, Miss Mo Qingting, you were using the ‘Mindful Fist Technique,’ right? Could you tell me where it originates from? Because I encountered a practitioner of the ‘Mindful Fist Technique’ at the Duke’s banquet.”
Mo Qingting’s expression changed noticeably upon hearing Yuehai’s words. She glanced at Jinlisi, who remained silent. This tacit approval prompted Mo Qingting to say.
“That’s really rare. After all, there aren’t many practitioners of the ‘Mindful Fist Technique.’ Typically, only those who have mastered the technique to an extraordinary level will travel the world to select suitable warriors to impart partial techniques. Afterwards, they will immediately leave, letting them fend for themselves.”
“That’s a very rare school of martial arts,” Neruko chimed in at this moment to avoid awkwardness, despite not fully understanding the situation.
“Yes, the Mindful Fist Technique is much smaller in comparison to renowned schools like the Radiant Sword Technique. The number of practitioners in just one branch of the Radiant Sword Technique may even exceed the total number of practitioners in the Mindful Fist Technique.”
“I remember the Radiant Sword Technique was created by His Majesty, the Radiant King. So who created the Mindful Fist Technique?” Yuehai, as a Tyr, was very curious when she fought Mo Qingting last time. The techniques of this school were truly terrifying, capable of both offense and defense, and could even be used to activate cells and sever the five senses. The rumored Three Great Intents and Eight Great Hearts were already eye-opening.
Mo Qingting was slightly taken aback, and then responded somewhat awkwardly.
“Well, actually, I was taught by a wandering practitioner of the Mindful Fist Technique when I was young. I still don’t know where he came from, which is regrettable. But over the years, I’ve done some investigation and found that there is a semi-divine-level practitioner of the Mindful Fist Technique in the Nyron Grand Kingdom. She’s only twenty-three years old, but unfortunately, it seems she committed some serious crime a few years ago and is being hunted everywhere. There’s been no news of her since. If we could find her, perhaps we could learn something about the Mindful Fist Technique.”
Listening to Mo Qingting’s words, Yuehai furrowed her brow slightly. “Nyron Great Kingdom”? “Heartful Fist Style”? Why does it feel somewhat like Dragon Slayer, but she’s only at the Broken Army level. Maybe there’s some connection between the two… Yuehai suddenly felt curious.
Her attention suddenly shifted to Tyr.
“Dragon Slayer, where did Miss Tiska go afterwards?”
“Of course, she went back to the branch. Why? Do you miss her?”
Dragon Slayer’s sharp tone as soon as she spoke made Tyr hesitate to continue asking, but to satisfy his curiosity, he continued.
“Dragon Slayer, you said you’re from the Nyron Grand Kingdom, right?”
“Yeah, so what? What are you trying to say?”
“Uh…” Tyr was somewhat fearful, as Dragon Slayer’s mood didn’t seem to be very good. Although the girl in front of him appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, and much smaller than himself, he couldn’t shake the feeling that saying the wrong thing might awaken a sleeping dragon that would devour him in one gulp.
“What I wanted to ask was, I recently saw some news that there’s a semi-divine-level warrior in the Nyron Grand Kingdom who also practices the Mindful Fist Technique. However, later on, they were wanted for committing some serious crime. Since you’re also from the Nyron Grand Kingdom and practice the Mindful Fist Technique, do you have any impression of this?”
“No.” Dragon Slayer almost immediately answered when Tyr finished speaking, his expression revealing no interest whatsoever, showing no connection between him and the so-called demigod strong one.
“Dragon Slayer, what’s wrong with you? You seem to be in a bad mood.” If it were the old Tyr, he would have probably chosen to ignore it at this point, but after the battle with Diaz, he suddenly felt that sometimes paying more attention to others might not be a bad thing.
“Sigh~ It’s nothing, just suddenly feeling old.” A little girl suddenly said such words in front of Tyr, the strangeness of which was no less than the world-changing event when the gods fell. Before Tyr could react, Dragon Slayer continued.
“What’s wrong? Your expression seems to suggest you have something unpleasant to say.”
“No, no, no, I just wanted to say that you’re not really that old at twenty-seven… ah!!” Before Tyr could finish, he was punched hard in the stomach by Dragon Slayer. Tyr felt the pain and realized his breakfast was churning in his stomach, almost rushing out.
