Chapter 343



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Eight hours?

Nora looked behind her at Old Maddy’s residence and nodded. “Okay,” she said.

After hanging up, she went outside and headed for the clandestine arena. Her only task during this period of time was to advance to the F class as quickly as possible so she could spar with Big Brother.

As usual, she wore the tight red dress in the car. Then, she entered the subway arena.

As soon as she entered, she heard people arguing next to her.

“Who do you think will be stronger this year, Big Brother or Big Sister?”

“They are both very strong. It’s just that Big Brother participated in the last martial arts tournament, so he’s already shown his strength for everyone to see, while Big Sister didn’t.”

“She’s still amazing even though she didn’t participate before. Big Sister has the same reputation as Big Brother.”

“That’s right. Also, have you seen Big Sister’s first few bouts? I wonder how exciting the final match will be.”

“I get it, I get it! Compared to Big Sister, Big Brother’s build is too weak!”

“Haha! When the time comes for them to compete, will Big Sister subdue Big Brother just by sitting on him?”

“…”

In the midst of comments like his, a voice slipped in. “You are all useless, how is it possible for the champion to emerge only from those two sects?”

That person’s words took everyone who spoke by surprise.

Even Nora, who was about to walk past them, stopped and looked at the person speaking.

The person who had spoken was from a small team of four men. None of them wore masks, and they were dressed in the clothing of a particular sect.

Those clothes…

“Are they from the Benevolence Hall?”

𝕄ØЯE 𝕌PĐΛTΞŞ IИ GΛŁИØVΞŁŞ.ᑕØᗰ The Benevolence Hall was a martial arts sect.

It was also a sect that someone had established out of nowhere in the past few years. It was their first time participating in the martial arts tournament, so people were not very optimistic about them.

Someone laughed and said, “Who else could it be, if not Big Sister or Big Brother? Well, certainly not someone from the Hall of Benevolence, right?”.

The person who had just spoken nodded. He puffed out his chest and sneered, “That’s right. Although it hasn’t been long since the Hall of Benevolence was established, our first senior disciple, Victor, can crush Eldest Brother and Eldest Sister for sure!”

The man laughed. “Victor, who the hell is that, why haven’t I heard of him before?”

The others echoed him. They asked, “The name Hall of Benevolence sounds very faint. Whose disciples are they?”

The disciples of the Hall of Benevolence laughed and replied, “Our trainer’s name will scare you to death! He is the internationally famous boxing champion, Abigail.”

Abigail was a strong, muscular African man.

He was the champion of the previous year’s international boxing competition. When he won, he had said on stage that he would love the opportunity to witness the level of martial arts in the United States.

In particular, he was very interested in the Quinn School of Martial Arts, famous for its physical strength training. He had even wondered why the Quinn School of Martial Arts had not sent anyone to participate in the boxing competition and wondered if it was because they were afraid of embarrassment if they lost the bout. If so, he would have to go and challenge them personally to a duel.

Quinn had been outraged when the news reached him.

He had been ranting at him for three days straight in the training gym and had said that his was an internal style of martial arts that dealt with spiritual and mental aspects. How could it compare to the same style of martial arts of that lout?

Who knew that sneaky old Irvin would be laughing at him behind his back for this?

However, little did they expect that the sect with such a fancy name as the Hall of Benevolence was actually established by Abigail. Besides, she really had come to the United States!

While Nora was frowning and pondering this, a random member of the audience had already curved his lips in disdain and sneered, “What’s so special about a boxing champion? Is he even comparable to the martial artists in the United States? The martial artists here are very powerful! We will beat them up no matter how many people they throw at us. We’ll knock out all their teeth and give them such a beating that even their mother won’t recognize them.”

Victor was a big, tall man. He had a sullen look on his face at this point. When he heard what the man said, he sneered, “Then get Big Brother or Big Sister to come and fight me.”

The audience members immediately retorted, “Wow, you think they’re going to fight you just because you say so? Big Brother and Big Sister are very busy people. Who would have so much time to deal with you? Why should Big Brother and Big Sister Mayor show you so much courtesy when everyone wants to challenge the two of them to make a name for themselves?”

“Exactly! Why should they show you such courtesy?”

Victor frowned at what they said…. Before he could say anything, the people behind him shouted, “Tsk, like they’re so amazing. If they’re so awesome, why don’t they come give us a lesson? I bet they don’t even live up to their reputation.”

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