Chapter 74
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"Is it over already?" Macca urgently asked, his hands were on his temples.
"Huh? What's wrong with your friend?" Dreaming Blade was taken aback by the troubled face of the white goblin.
"No more rocket science, please," Macca begged.
"Haha! You've got an interesting ally here. Sure, Rocket Science is already over. So, what's your plan, Udil? Do you still have the energy to train?" Dreaming Blade asked.
Udil checked the time display on his screen. It was already six in the evening.
"Is it okay if we move it tomorrow? It's already getting late." Al tried to negotiate.
"Sure. No problem with me. However, I would like to request for an ongoing spar against Osho." Dreaming Blade shot a respectful look towards his requested opponent.
"Haha. Sure! Let's be friends, Ebner." Osho offered his hand for a shake.
"I don't make friends with my dad's students. All I want is to beat you fair and square." Dreaming Blade's demonic purple face suddenly turned smug as he ignored the offered handshake.
"Good. I'm looking forward to learning more about the forbidden techniques that Sultan Kudarat had developed." Osho retracted his hand out of embarrassment as he bowed in return.
Dreaming Blade shot a last look towards Osho and the others that were inside the blue dome. "I'll keep in touch tomorrow." The Demon Samurai stood up as he waited for the barrier to disappear.
Osho finally removed the protective cover using the interface of the Custom Room.
What immediately met the group was the triumphant face of Papa Bear and Ursun.
"Haha! You're so weak!" Lying in front of the Orc was the lifeless body of Battousai, who was riddled with scratches.
Dreaming Blade could not believe the scene before him. 'This man has finally tamed his summoned beast?' He muttered to himself.
"Haha! You're next! Come! I'll smash your skull too!" Papa Bear was having the time of his life as he immediately challenged Dreaming Blade.
"Playtime's over! Let's eat dinner, Papa Bear." Udil quickly signaled a stop as Battousai had already resurrected; the latter was obviously agitated with his defeat.
"Good. You're lucky to escape your defeat, today, Dreaming Blade." The Orc tapped the head of the brown bear beside him. Ursun enjoyed the brief caress before disappearing.
'This-!' Battousai wanted to cut the Orc into pieces as his body respawned near Papa Bear. The Demon Samurai was previously caught off guard by the unexpected synergy between the bear and the orc. Ursun's overwhelming level at eighteen easily mauled him to death.
"Keep on practicing, so you could defeat me next time." Papa Bear shamelessly tapped Battousai's head, treating the latter like a summoned unit.
"Get off!" Battousai was irked by the Orc's behavior and was just about to cut the blue arm on top of his head when he suddenly disappeared.
Osho had finally closed the Custom Room, putting an end to the spat between the two before it could escalate further.
...
It was finally time for dinner.
Solomon had reserved a table for the team in a restaurant called Lemons & Bones. The place was just a few blocks away from the workshop. It was cozy and had a chill vibe mixed with the clean and fresh aroma of citrus.
Each member of the team immediately enjoyed their fill of well-marinated beef steak, served with lemon-fresh juice.
Al was the first to start a proper conversation.
"How did you feel about our team's strength so far?" He threw a question to everyone.
"We still need a lot of improvement. This unconventional techniques that were incorporated in the game are mindblowing to me!" Jack immediately shared his sentiment. He's a man of logic, and the sky-walking ability definitely blew his mind.
"Yeah, I understand your disbelief. A new era of fighting is coming whether we like it or nor, and the team needs to adapt quickly if you guys wanted to win." Osho added.
Everyone's mood suddenly turned grim except for Bertran.
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"Don't worry. I'll carry you all. Fret not!" The huge simple-minded guy could sometimes be irritating, but in moments like this, his self-confidence was contagious.
The atmosphere immediately warmed.
"Haha! Of course! Why should we worry? The real MVP is with us!" Jack laughed as he condoned Bertran's oozing confidence.
"How were you able to tame Ursun?" Patrick suddenly asked out of nowhere.
"I pounded his skull. Some things could only be dealt with force." Bertran simply answered.
"Haha! Bertran is really reliable! Now that Ursun is on our side, we have nothing to worry about! Cheers to our coming victory!" Jack raised his lemon-juice.
"Cheers!" Everyone merrily clinked their glasses together.
"Teacher Osho, thank you so much for your time today. You were not able to play your share of rank matches because of us." With playful eyes, Al gave his thanks to his best friend.
"It's okay, consider this as part of carrying you. Haha!" Osho did not lose out in mockery.
"Hey! Hey! Who's stronger between the two of you?" Jack suddenly came up with a wild idea.
"Woah. Interesting! I want to see you smashing each other's skull!" Bertran added fuel to the fire.
"Yeah! Let's see what you got, captain!" Patrick added.
Meanwhile, Harvy's expression was as lifeless as ever, but he seconded the motion.
"Are you scared, Al Gentrix?" It was Osho who bought the idea first as he placed Al in a dangerous situation.
"Forgive me for wiping your ass, tonight then. Promise me that you'll be able to sleep well after this?" Al stood up from his seat as he quickly flexed his measly biceps in front of the team.
"Haha! Let's go! Let's go! I'm betting all my monthly allowance to Teacher Osho!" Bertran coldheartedly declared with no consideration for his Bis Boss' feelings.
"Same." Jack and Patrick sided with Bertran.
"You have my support, Captain." Harvy's lifeless tone was the light at the end of the tunnel for Al.
The group quickly paid the bills, offsetting it against Sol's deposit. Along the way, they cracked a few good laughs as they returned to their workshop.
Upon arrival and returning to the game, Jack immediately created a Custom Room and invited everyone to join. It was the typical circular cobblestone arena.
"Let's see that transforming sword of yours, deadweight!" Osho taunted as he adjusted his level to eleven, the same as Udil.
"Are you sure you won't take advantage of the level gap? Don't blame me if this will be a one-sided match, dude." Al teased back, as the stream of silver-blood in his hand transformed into the shape of a flamberge.
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"Is it over already?" Macca urgently asked, his hands were on his temples.
"Huh? What's wrong with your friend?" Dreaming Blade was taken aback by the troubled face of the white goblin.
"No more rocket science, please," Macca begged.
"Haha! You've got an interesting ally here. Sure, Rocket Science is already over. So, what's your plan, Udil? Do you still have the energy to train?" Dreaming Blade asked.
Udil checked the time display on his screen. It was already six in the evening.
"Is it okay if we move it tomorrow? It's already getting late." Al tried to negotiate.
"Sure. No problem with me. However, I would like to request for an ongoing spar against Osho." Dreaming Blade shot a respectful look towards his requested opponent.
"Haha. Sure! Let's be friends, Ebner." Osho offered his hand for a shake.
"I don't make friends with my dad's students. All I want is to beat you fair and square." Dreaming Blade's demonic purple face suddenly turned smug as he ignored the offered handshake.
"Good. I'm looking forward to learning more about the forbidden techniques that Sultan Kudarat had developed." Osho retracted his hand out of embarrassment as he bowed in return.
Dreaming Blade shot a last look towards Osho and the others that were inside the blue dome. "I'll keep in touch tomorrow." The Demon Samurai stood up as he waited for the barrier to disappear.
Osho finally removed the protective cover using the interface of the Custom Room.
What immediately met the group was the triumphant face of Papa Bear and Ursun.
"Haha! You're so weak!" Lying in front of the Orc was the lifeless body of Battousai, who was riddled with scratches.
Dreaming Blade could not believe the scene before him. 'This man has finally tamed his summoned beast?' He muttered to himself.
"Haha! You're next! Come! I'll smash your skull too!" Papa Bear was having the time of his life as he immediately challenged Dreaming Blade.
"Playtime's over! Let's eat dinner, Papa Bear." Udil quickly signaled a stop as Battousai had already resurrected; the latter was obviously agitated with his defeat.
"Good. You're lucky to escape your defeat, today, Dreaming Blade." The Orc tapped the head of the brown bear beside him. Ursun enjoyed the brief caress before disappearing.
'This-!' Battousai wanted to cut the Orc into pieces as his body respawned near Papa Bear. The Demon Samurai was previously caught off guard by the unexpected synergy between the bear and the orc. Ursun's overwhelming level at eighteen easily mauled him to death.
"Keep on practicing, so you could defeat me next time." Papa Bear shamelessly tapped Battousai's head, treating the latter like a summoned unit.
"Get off!" Battousai was irked by the Orc's behavior and was just about to cut the blue arm on top of his head when he suddenly disappeared.
Osho had finally closed the Custom Room, putting an end to the spat between the two before it could escalate further.
...
It was finally time for dinner.
Solomon had reserved a table for the team in a restaurant called Lemons & Bones. The place was just a few blocks away from the workshop. It was cozy and had a chill vibe mixed with the clean and fresh aroma of citrus.
Each member of the team immediately enjoyed their fill of well-marinated beef steak, served with lemon-fresh juice.
Al was the first to start a proper conversation.
"How did you feel about our team's strength so far?" He threw a question to everyone.
"We still need a lot of improvement. This unconventional techniques that were incorporated in the game are mindblowing to me!" Jack immediately shared his sentiment. He's a man of logic, and the sky-walking ability definitely blew his mind.
"Yeah, I understand your disbelief. A new era of fighting is coming whether we like it or nor, and the team needs to adapt quickly if you guys wanted to win." Osho added.
Everyone's mood suddenly turned grim except for Bertran.
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"Don't worry. I'll carry you all. Fret not!" The huge simple-minded guy could sometimes be irritating, but in moments like this, his self-confidence was contagious.
The atmosphere immediately warmed.
"Haha! Of course! Why should we worry? The real MVP is with us!" Jack laughed as he condoned Bertran's oozing confidence.
"How were you able to tame Ursun?" Patrick suddenly asked out of nowhere.
"I pounded his skull. Some things could only be dealt with force." Bertran simply answered.
"Haha! Bertran is really reliable! Now that Ursun is on our side, we have nothing to worry about! Cheers to our coming victory!" Jack raised his lemon-juice.
"Cheers!" Everyone merrily clinked their glasses together.
"Teacher Osho, thank you so much for your time today. You were not able to play your share of rank matches because of us." With playful eyes, Al gave his thanks to his best friend.
"It's okay, consider this as part of carrying you. Haha!" Osho did not lose out in mockery.
"Hey! Hey! Who's stronger between the two of you?" Jack suddenly came up with a wild idea.
"Woah. Interesting! I want to see you smashing each other's skull!" Bertran added fuel to the fire.
"Yeah! Let's see what you got, captain!" Patrick added.
Meanwhile, Harvy's expression was as lifeless as ever, but he seconded the motion.
"Are you scared, Al Gentrix?" It was Osho who bought the idea first as he placed Al in a dangerous situation.
"Forgive me for wiping your ass, tonight then. Promise me that you'll be able to sleep well after this?" Al stood up from his seat as he quickly flexed his measly biceps in front of the team.
"Haha! Let's go! Let's go! I'm betting all my monthly allowance to Teacher Osho!" Bertran coldheartedly declared with no consideration for his Bis Boss' feelings.
"Same." Jack and Patrick sided with Bertran.
"You have my support, Captain." Harvy's lifeless tone was the light at the end of the tunnel for Al.
The group quickly paid the bills, offsetting it against Sol's deposit. Along the way, they cracked a few good laughs as they returned to their workshop.
Upon arrival and returning to the game, Jack immediately created a Custom Room and invited everyone to join. It was the typical circular cobblestone arena.
"Let's see that transforming sword of yours, deadweight!" Osho taunted as he adjusted his level to eleven, the same as Udil.
"Are you sure you won't take advantage of the level gap? Don't blame me if this will be a one-sided match, dude." Al teased back, as the stream of silver-blood in his hand transformed into the shape of a flamberge.
"Is it over already?" Macca urgently asked, his hands were on his temples."Huh? What's wrong with your friend?" Dreaming Blade was taken aback by the troubled face of the white goblin."No more rocket science, please," Macca begged."Haha! You've got an interesting ally here. Sure, Rocket Science is already over. So, what's your plan, Udil? Do you still have the energy to train?" Dreaming Blade asked.Udil checked the time display on his screen. It was already six in the evening."Is it okay if we move it tomorrow? It's already getting late." Al tried to negotiate."Sure. No problem with me. However, I would like to request for an ongoing spar against Osho." Dreaming Blade shot a respectful look towards his requested opponent."Haha. Sure! Let's be friends, Ebner." Osho offered his hand for a shake."I don't make friends with my dad's students. All I want is to beat you fair and square." Dreaming Blade's demonic purple face suddenly turned smug as he ignored the offered handshake."Good. I'm looking forward to learning more about the forbidden techniques that Sultan Kudarat had developed." Osho retracted his hand out of embarrassment as he bowed in return.Dreaming Blade shot a last look towards Osho and the others that were inside the blue dome. "I'll keep in touch tomorrow." The Demon Samurai stood up as he waited for the barrier to disappear.Osho finally removed the protective cover using the interface of the Custom Room.What immediately met the group was the triumphant face of Papa Bear and Ursun."Haha! You're so weak!" Lying in front of the Orc was the lifeless body of Battousai, who was riddled with scratches.Dreaming Blade could not believe the scene before him. 'This man has finally tamed his summoned beast?' He muttered to himself."Haha! You're next! Come! I'll smash your skull too!" Papa Bear was having the time of his life as he immediately challenged Dreaming Blade."Playtime's over! Let's eat dinner, Papa Bear." Udil quickly signaled a stop as Battousai had already resurrected; the latter was obviously agitated with his defeat."Good. You're lucky to escape your defeat, today, Dreaming Blade." The Orc tapped the head of the brown bear beside him. Ursun enjoyed the brief caress before disappearing.'This-!' Battousai wanted to cut the Orc into pieces as his body respawned near Papa Bear. The Demon Samurai was previously caught off guard by the unexpected synergy between the bear and the orc. Ursun's overwhelming level at eighteen easily mauled him to death."Keep on practicing, so you could defeat me next time." Papa Bear shamelessly tapped Battousai's head, treating the latter like a summoned unit."Get off!" Battousai was irked by the Orc's behavior and was just about to cut the blue arm on top of his head when he suddenly disappeared.Osho had finally closed the Custom Room, putting an end to the spat between the two before it could escalate further....It was finally time for dinner.Solomon had reserved a table for the team in a restaurant called Lemons & Bones. The place was just a few blocks away from the workshop. It was cozy and had a chill vibe mixed with the clean and fresh aroma of citrus.Each member of the team immediately enjoyed their fill of well-marinated beef steak, served with lemon-fresh juice.Al was the first to start a proper conversation."How did you feel about our team's strength so far?" He threw a question to everyone."We still need a lot of improvement. This unconventional techniques that were incorporated in the game are mindblowing to me!" Jack immediately shared his sentiment. He's a man of logic, and the sky-walking ability definitely blew his mind."Yeah, I understand your disbelief. A new era of fighting is coming whether we like it or nor, and the team needs to adapt quickly if you guys wanted to win." Osho added.Everyone's mood suddenly turned grim except for Bertran. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting."Don't worry. I'll carry you all. Fret not!" The huge simple-minded guy could sometimes be irritating, but in moments like this, his self-confidence was contagious.The atmosphere immediately warmed."Haha! Of course! Why should we worry? The real MVP is with us!" Jack laughed as he condoned Bertran's oozing confidence."How were you able to tame Ursun?" Patrick suddenly asked out of nowhere."I pounded his skull. Some things could only be dealt with force." Bertran simply answered."Haha! Bertran is really reliable! Now that Ursun is on our side, we have nothing to worry about! Cheers to our coming victory!" Jack raised his lemon-juice."Cheers!" Everyone merrily clinked their glasses together."Teacher Osho, thank you so much for your time today. You were not able to play your share of rank matches because of us." With playful eyes, Al gave his thanks to his best friend."It's okay, consider this as part of carrying you. Haha!" Osho did not lose out in mockery."Hey! Hey! Who's stronger between the two of you?" Jack suddenly came up with a wild idea."Woah. Interesting! I want to see you smashing each other's skull!" Bertran added fuel to the fire."Yeah! Let's see what you got, captain!" Patrick added.Meanwhile, Harvy's expression was as lifeless as ever, but he seconded the motion."Are you scared, Al Gentrix?" It was Osho who bought the idea first as he placed Al in a dangerous situation."Forgive me for wiping your ass, tonight then. Promise me that you'll be able to sleep well after this?" Al stood up from his seat as he quickly flexed his measly biceps in front of the team."Haha! Let's go! Let's go! I'm betting all my monthly allowance to Teacher Osho!" Bertran coldheartedly declared with no consideration for his Bis Boss' feelings."Same." Jack and Patrick sided with Bertran."You have my support, Captain." Harvy's lifeless tone was the light at the end of the tunnel for Al.The group quickly paid the bills, offsetting it against Sol's deposit. Along the way, they cracked a few good laughs as they returned to their workshop.Upon arrival and returning to the game, Jack immediately created a Custom Room and invited everyone to join. It was the typical circular cobblestone arena."Let's see that transforming sword of yours, deadweight!" Osho taunted as he adjusted his level to eleven, the same as Udil."Are you sure you won't take advantage of the level gap? Don't blame me if this will be a one-sided match, dude." Al teased back, as the stream of silver-blood in his hand transformed into the shape of a flamberge.
