Chapter 140
The duel between Martin and Docman ended in a hollow fashion with Martin’s victory.
The difference in skill was so overwhelming that anyone watching might have denounced it as a fixed fight.
However, everyone there knew that this duel could never have been rigged.
This was because the opponent, Docman, lay collapsed on the ground, his face swollen and bruised a sickly blue.
The people watching the fight from beneath the bridge cheered Martin’s name in unison.
“Kaha! Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“Pfft! Docman? Who was the idiot who bet on some third-rate nobody from nowhere? Hand it over.”
Indeed, the scene even featured money changing hands as they gambled on the outcome of the fight.
Watching Martin’s movements from close by, Jake blinked in surprise.
‘Wow! I couldn’t see him at all.’
He had thought his kinetic vision had improved significantly thanks to Khal’s training, but Martin’s movements gave off a bizarre feeling—like a shimmering mirage, appearing ‘suddenly in an instant.’
‘He was so fast, yet it looked like he was just walking.’
As Jake watched, lost in thought, Pango grinned and spoke.
“See? I told you Martin was strong.”
“…….”
“Commander?”
Unlike Pango, who expected her words to be brushed off, Khal was watching Martin with a serious expression.
A flustered Jake called out to him, but Khal remained focused, recalling Martin’s movements from moments ago with cold, analytical eyes.
‘He’s using footwork meant for assassins. It’s far too advanced a technique for a back-alley thug to be using.’
