Chapter 407: My Money Was Not On You (2/2)

”If he knows how to reverse nature's causality, then yes,” Patroclus replied, seemingly unaffected by the discovery.

”Are you planning to finish the fight before he could use that ability? That is not your usual style, you know?”

”You know me the best. I had been waiting for so many years, and perhaps I could finally get what I wanted: a defeat. So, who cares about styles?” Patroclus said with glee.

Unable to comprehend Patroclus's logic, Zhang Jin shook her head and sighed.

Zhang Jin noticed that as Wang Tong revealed more power after each match, Patroclus had become increasingly lighthearted. But, a question still tugged at Zhang Jin's heart: How powerful exactly was Wang Tong?

Zhang Jin knew little about Wang Tong, but she knew a great deal about Patroclus—at least she thought she did—so her estimate of the results of their showdown was fifty-fifty. The odds were much against Wang Tong before his victory over Li Shiming.

The excitement and anticipation brought a curl onto Zhang Jin's lips. She conceded that Wang Tong had breathed a new life into the landscape of METAL combat, shaken things up, and made them much more entertaining to watch.

As if time had turned back, Zhang Jin remembered her first encounter with Wang Tong, the wild boy with a robust smile and tatted clothing. Who would have thought that he could make such an impact on the world?

It was not only Wang Tong's smile that was memorable to Zhang Jin, but it was also the freedom and liveliness that burned inside his eyes.

Compare to other fighters, let it be Li Shiming, Patroclus, or Lie Jian, Wang Tong stood on the stage without the constraints and the weight of worldly matters. Therefore, it was much easier for him to show everyone who he was, and unleash his full potential without worrying about consequences.

Unlike Patroclus who had already gotten too familiar with his power even to bother fighting anyone he considered unworthy, Wang Tong would gladly accept any fight or challenge and discover new abilities in the process.

As Zhang Jin marveled at the dramatic turn of events, Wang Tong's earnest voice rang in her mind.

Although Wang Tong had won the battle, it was a costly victory. Both combatants were gravely injured, and the three days of resting period might not be enough for Wang Tong to fully recover his soul energy.

No visitors were allowed while both warriors were in the emergency care units. After seeing their powers, the politicians knew that they had gained two Einherjar materials, and they needed to be protected at all expenses.

Li Shiming was in a more critical condition than Wang Tong. Although his ultimate ability was powerful, Wang Tong's attacks were so unpredictable that no mortal human could hope to defend against them. However, even after Li Shiming was dealt a blow unwittingly, the amazing technique of One with the Sword had allowed Li Shiming to follow up with a strike and injure his attacker.

Nevertheless, Li Shiming's attack came too late, and he had lost the battle—that was a reality that he had to come to terms with.

Inside the medic pod, nano-bots were working diligently to fix Wang Tong's body. Although he was immobilized in the pod, Wang Tong's mind raced as he tried to remember his final attack. However, he couldn't remember a thing.

Without that mysterious final strike, he would not have been able to overcome Li Shiming, not even with his three consecutive strikes of ”Layered Lance of Einherjar.”

”Kiddo, you are getting better, especially that final attack. Without it, you would have been dead already.”

”Thank you, Mr. Wannabe. You have been very supportive. ”

”Well, tell you the truth, my money was not on you in the last match. His father is an Einherjar, and he started training much earlier than you. It was a no-brainer.”

Too tired to reply, Wang Tong showed Mr. Wannabe a middle finger.