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"I bet on Aran to win. Alright, who’s the dealer? Who’s number one? Stop with the riddles; it’s not fun." The person on one side clearly understood the tactics of the opposing team and began slamming money onto the table, hesitating to place a bet.
The middle-aged man beside him chuckled wickedly. "Sure, of course, that one called Freyr is the one. Who else would you want to bet on?"
"Have you lost your mind? I’m betting on Aran to win; he’s my prized pupil. How could I possibly bet on someone else?"
"Alright, alright, once you place your bet, the odds are closed."
The voices continued for a long time. After a while, on the other side, the battle seemed to never calm down.
Aran lunged at his opponent, launching a series of attacks that persisted for quite some time. He hadn’t expected anyone could engage him for so long. It was evident that their abilities were polar opposites—one slow and one fast. After their opposing forces canceled each other out, it became clear that Freyr's speed surpassed his own. As a result, Aran had to exert continuous effort, applying more reverse force onto his opponent, which inadvertently placed a burden on him.
However, it should be noted that the physical stamina expenditure between them was relatively constant. In other words, while they were exchanging blows, the energy consumed by both the attacker and the defender was roughly equal, along with the injuries sustained. This is known as the principle of mutual force application. Yet, Aran's Black Armored suit was a unique item that stimulated biological electromagnetic waves, continuously relaxing his body’s pressure points. The advantage of this was that he could recover while fighting. If he wasn’t completely defeated within a certain timeframe, his injuries and stamina could cycle back to normal. But no living being possesses infinite regenerative stamina; it seemed like a rather disadvantageous choice. Even so, many times during combat, certain external factors could skew the outcome—such as if a favored contestant had a particularly fragile mental state. No matter how physically resilient they were, a blow to their confidence could impact their performance in battle.
Currently, there was indeed a significant gap between the two fighters in terms of equipment and stamina. One was a recently recovered patient whose stamina hadn’t peaked and whose gear was incomplete; the other was an enhanced individual at peak physical condition with excellent equipment. As long as the Black Armored suit existed, the biological electromagnetic waves would never weaken. Sometimes they could also choose to stimulate their pressure points using these waves to extract personal potential for combat; however, doing so would lead to some functional wear and tear on the user.
Moreover, unless in extremely urgent situations, using biological electromagnetic waves to stimulate potential was generally prohibited; such abilities could only be activated when authorized.
However, this kind of ability should not be employed in tasks aimed at human crimes or similar missions. If some human capabilities also required potential extraction for resolution, then it would be unavoidable and must be executed thoroughly.
The two individuals’ abilities complemented each other well; most of the time they could predict each other's next moves as their eyes reddened from focus during their standoff.
Both were acutely aware of how entangled they were in this fight. While Freyr battled against his opponent, part of his ability was diminished; thus his speed couldn’t be fully unleashed. At that moment, he recalled that his opponent must have used an ability that countered his speed enhancement—only in this way could they complement each other in battle.
No matter what he did, the other party could keep up with his speed. It was rare for him to encounter someone like this.
"You can't escape," Aran replied calmly.
"You think I can't do it? I just saw you barely keeping up with my speed, but my Time Bond hasn't reached Ultimate yet. Right now, I can amplify my speed sixfold. Can you keep up with me?" Freyr wasn't afraid of being mocked; he boldly revealed his territory and then looked at the other person's expression, noticing no signs of concern. His heart sank a little.
"This is what you take pride in as Ultimate," Aran said.
"No, not yet. I can go even faster. I must get out today; you won't be able to stop me, so don't even think about it," Freyr insisted.
"Maybe we will be comrades fighting side by side in the future, but for now, I don't want to hurt you. I can only knock you out. No matter how much you amplify your speed, I can counteract it and bring you back to zero," Aran said confidently. Freyr scoffed at this.
"There's nothing funny about life; you'll see," Aran's voice continued.
They collided once more, bouncing off each other as they exchanged punches. Clearly aware of each other's tactics, Freyr didn't want to hurt him, so he deliberately avoided direct hits. However, he didn't expect Aran to raise his fist and strike directly at him. Seeing this, he had no choice but to raise his hand in defense, resulting in a struggle.
As the weakening effect intensified, he began to amplify his own speed. Their amplifications and counteractions created a stalemate in their fight. In reality, this kind of combat was extremely exhausting.
The weakening effect was merely a perception for them; from an outsider's perspective, they seemed like monsters. Their battle had become unstoppable, and the views of laymen and experts naturally differed.
Sometimes their movements would pause or slow down significantly, while at other times they moved incredibly fast. It took a slow-motion view to slightly discern their actions. It was hard to understand how they managed it; perhaps it was fortunate that they weren't true enemies, as they were quite similar in many ways.
"We need to immobilize him. Prepare some tranquilizer darts," the middle-aged man responded.
"Only by doing that can we bind him. I didn't expect we misjudged him. His body has just recovered, and some of his targets haven't fully healed yet. If this continues, he will fall into a dead end and suffer more serious injuries. It's better to make him stop for a while. Although he is one of Hilbert's subordinates and also our opponent, we should respect him. We shouldn't squander his gifts like this. This is for his own good, but we can't let him out just yet. Once the meeting is over, he will no longer have any value to us. This time, we must intervene with the Hunter Association. Recently, those guys have been nothing but a waste of budget and constantly causing trouble; it's too much." The middle-aged man suddenly thought of something and cursed.
"Sigh, just use a tranquilizer dart. Let Sharpshooter handle it," someone replied from the side.
"Hawkeye, what do you think? His dynamic vision is quite impressive; he never misses. Let's have him give it a try," another person suggested.
"Well, there aren't any suitable candidates right now, so let him go. He's our youngest Sharpshooter; remember to have him bring tranquilizer darts." The three seemed to be on the same page for the first time, then someone wondered aloud, "By the way, where is Hawkeye? Have him come over."
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