In other words, during this delicate time period, when all the masters are yet to take the stage, the major schools are sending their own capable disciples to fight against low-level opponents.
On the one hand, they can gain experience, and on the other hand, they can promote their school's prestige and increase their reputation.
So Ronnel was not surprised by the disciples of Subai. He just asked curiously, "Are you from the Southern School or the Northern School?"
Ronnel's question caused the Subai disciple on the opposite side to become uncomfortable. Averting his gaze, he muttered,
"I'm from the Northern School!"
His response only fueled the ridicule from the crowd outside the ring. Laughter echoed around, and some who didn't understand asked curiously. Whispers followed as people explained the situation.
Ronnel listened for a while and then understood.
"So, you were originally a disciple of the Southern School, and then you switched sides to the Northern School after defecting."
Before that, the battle between Hankloda and Thatcher, the two faction leaders of the Subai faction, not only determined the orthodox faction but also sealed the fate of both sides.
The death of Hankloda, the leader of the Southern faction, signified the decline of the Subai Liu Southern School.
Especially after they lost their ancestral treasured saber, things worsened.
Now, under the leadership of Thatcher, the Northern School was thriving, while the Southern School was struggling.
After Hankloda's death, the Southern School had no one capable of revitalizing the faction. Even those with ambition lacked the talent and strength to make a difference.
Their strongest members had perished, and with the loss of their treasured saber, they were constantly oppressed by the Northern School's disciples. Day by day, their situation worsened.
To describe them as barely hanging on would not be an exaggeration.
As a result, the Southern School's tragic state no longer inspired loyalty among its disciples. Those with any promise left to seek new paths elsewhere.
The more prideful ones distanced themselves from the Southern School, while others, shameless and villainous, outright defected to the Northern School.
The Northern School welcomed defectors with open arms, as it further weakened the Southern faction.
The opponent standing before Ronnel was one such disciple who had defected from the Southern School to the Northern School.
According to the murmurs of the crowd, this person had a bit of fame, hence the recognition.
When Ronnel mentioned this, the disciple's face flushed with anger, and he glared at Ronnel, as if wanting to devour him whole.
"You are dead," the disciple spat out word by word before quieting down and focusing on adjusting his aura.
At least he wasn't brainless, unlike those who kept rambling. He knew when to stay silent.
"Start!"
As both sides were ready, the referee stepped back and loudly announced the start of the fight.
"Ha!"
As soon as the referee's voice fell, the Subai disciple roared and struck a pose.
"Watch my Subai exquisite fist—"
"Boom!"
A crisp sound cut him off mid-sentence.
"Noisy," Ronnel's calm voice echoed from behind him. The disciple's body swayed, stumbling forward a couple of steps before losing balance and falling flat on the ground.
"..."
The audience's cheers came to a sudden halt.
Not only the referees but also the spectators were dumbfounded. Even the commentator on the platform was speechless.
The match was over before they could even start explaining the techniques.
How long had it been since someone was knocked out with one blow on the 220th floor?
The match ended so quickly that it left everyone in a daze.
"Ronnel wins!"
Luckily, the referee recovered first and promptly announced the result.
The crowd began to stir once more.
"This guy didn't even need to use any of the secrets," Bisky muttered, shaking her head as she sat in her seat. But the small smile on her lips betrayed her true feelings.
No master feels bad seeing their disciple excel.
"This just shows that the opponent wasn't strong enough for Ronnel to use his full strength," Wing said with a smile, turning to Zushi.
"See, Zushi, even the elite disciples of Subai aren't worthy of Ronnel using Shingen-Ryu."
"Oss!!"
Bisky: "..."
Well, her disciple had talent and decent strength.
He always regarded Shingen-Ryu. as the most authentic and superior martial art in the world.
And perhaps he wasn't entirely wrong, given that the strongest person in the world, Hunter Association President Netero, was a representative of Shingen-Ryu..
In Netero's time, no one dared challenge Shingen-Ryu. for the title of the world's number one.
Wing took great pride.
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