"Long time no see, Lynn."
"You've grown."
Uh, this feels odd. Let me take another look… No, let me listen again.
Lynn blinked, listening to Ouroboros words. Unsure whether they were strange or refreshing, he was about to make a sarcastic comment, questioning if Ouroboros was possessed by Sasrir, when Medici suddenly spoke up.
"After a few years, not only has the dumb snake's brain not progressed, but it seems his eyes are blind too. Calling this 'grown'? It's just a bigger body with no mental growth. I almost thought all these years of food went to his face."
Medici's tone was still as sarcastic as ever. In just a few sentences, he managed to mock both individuals present, showcasing his talent for provoking others.
Lynn: ...
he clenched fists again!
That little red guy is definitely asking for a beating, right?
"That's still better than some people who haven't even grown taller and have lost their shells. Pathetic, really pathetic. I feel so sorry for you that I want to make a hotpot tonight to celebrate." Lynn glanced at Medici, showing a sympathetic expression as if looking at a poor soul.
Ouroboros: ...
Ouroboros looked at Medici slowly, scanning him up and down, and then said, "Medici, it seems you've really lost your body."
His tone wasn't sarcastic at all, just straightforwardly stating a fact, but it was precisely this straightforwardness that made it feel even more mocking.
Perhaps Adam's treatment had really worked, as Medici, who used to explode at such remarks, didn't show any overly furious expressions this time. Instead, he raised a mocking and flamboyant smile and said, "Having no body is still better than having no brains like you two."
"You seem quite proud!" Lynn tidied his sleeves, looking at Medici with a half-smile. "Would you like me to check if your brain is filled with shit?"
"Don't worry, I'll just tap lightly a few times to see if any shit comes out." His tone was gentle, but the content was chilling.
"Sure, I'm curious too. Have you improved in fighting since childhood!" Medici's smile grew more brazen. He had been looking forward to avenging his previous beatings. "Just don't cry to Sasrir afterward."
"Don't fight." Seeing the growing tension between the twins, Ouroboros quickly intervened.
However, the two clearly ignored his plea. The two angels, no longer children, started fighting like they did in their younger days, competing purely with physical strength and combat skills, without using any supernatural abilities.
A few minutes later, when the Black Emperor Solomon arrived, sensing the commotion, he saw the two angels fighting and Ouroboros watching and seemingly trying to mediate, along with the True Creator silently observing the familiar scene.
Seeing the fight, Black Emperor Solomon was initially surprised that Medici was still alive. But as a Sequence 0, he quickly noticed Medici's evil spirit state and, after a brief thought, understood why Medici was still alive. It wasn't particularly surprising.
After all, a King of Angels isn't a low rank, and "resurrecting" due to some pre-arranged contingency isn't unheard of.
Black Emperor Solomon himself had resurrected once, so he accepted this quite well.
What caught his attention was the person fighting Medici.
The other party was clearly not an enemy, as they both restrained themselves from using any Beyonder abilities, purely competing in combat skills, suggesting it was not a real battle against an enemy.
Though judging by the punches aimed at the face and kicks to certain parts, it seemed there was a personal grudge involved.
Black Emperor Solomon understood this well, as during his years of working with Medici, he had often felt the urge to give him a good beating.
The War Angel truly was a qualified hunter.
"Who is this?" Black Emperor Solomon asked the True Creator and Angel of Fate, not bothering to guess.
"Lynn Sotos, Medici's brother." Ouroboros glanced at the True Creator, and seeing no objection, answered honestly.
However, perhaps not expecting it, or deliberately holding back, Ouroboros didn't explain the special nature of Lynn being Medici's "brother."
"Medici has a brother…" Black Emperor Solomon looked at Lynn in surprise, just in time to see the young angel land a heavy punch on someone's left eye, so hard that Black Emperor Solomon inwardly cheered.
It was satisfying. If not for the True Creator being an ally, he would have done the same long ago.
In essence, both Medici and Alista Tudor, being of the same hunter pathway high sequence, had similar effects on those around them.
After landing the punch, the fight was nearing its end. Like many years ago, Lynn subdued Medici, feeling refreshed as he patted Medici's head, now in contact with the marble floor, and smiled.
"So, this teaches us that your big brother will always be bigger then you. Don't think you can fight back just because you've grown up and gotten tougher. You're still far from being able to beat your brother."
"You cheated!" Medici almost growled through clenched teeth, looking utterly unconvinced. "You think I didn't notice your time manipulation?"
"What? What did you say? The wind is too strong, I can't hear you…" Lynn, without a trace of shame, said as if he was genuinely unable to hear Medici due to the wind.
"Is there wind?" Ouroboros looked around in confusion and then up at the sun, showing a puzzled expression.
There was no wind at all, so why did Lynn say the wind was too strong?
Ouroboros couldn't understand.
Black Emperor Solomon's mouth twitched. Though he had only met Medici's brother for a few seconds, he felt he had grasped Lynn's character.
Shameless, ruthless, and cunning.
Definitely not someone to mess with, and he genuinely hoped that this guy wasn't another Amon.
(End of Chapter)
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