MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 314 Sentence

As the Overseer departed, Anthony resumed the familiar routine that had long since become second nature.

With a practiced motion, he conjured the cottage once more.

He and Aaaninja settled into the quiet ambiance of the living room, though Lucian was notably absent.

Without hesitation, Aaaninja retrieved a selection of potions, swiftly consuming them to mend his wounds, replenish his stamina, and restore his depleted mana.

Then, without a word, he transitioned into meditation, his ever closed eyes undisturbed by the world around him.

Anthony remained silent.

A faint smile played at his lips, yet he offered no words, only the quiet comfort of his presence.

"You're as confident as ever, aren't you?"

Aaaninja's voice was steady, his eyes remaining closed as he directed his words toward Anthony.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?"

Anthony responded languidly, his tone carrying an air of effortless ease.

"Are you looking down on me?"

Aaaninja asked, his voice as composed as ever.

Anthony shook his head before replying.

"I don't look down on anyone, nor do I look up to them. I simply don't care about most things"

"If you truly don't care about anything, then why not simply forfeit the match?"

Aaaninja smirked as he shifted from his lotus position, crossing one leg over the other. His left leg rested atop his right, and he leaned back, propping his head against his fist, which sat atop the armrest.

Anthony exhaled softly before responding.

"Well, you could say I have no interest in the resources we stand to gain. I don't even know what they are, nor do I particularly care. But I'm afraid I must disappoint you, there are a few things in this life that matter to me. And failing my parents is one of them"

Anthony's smile curled into a smirk as he continued, his tone laced with quiet amusement.

"Besides, I doubt you'd let me forfeit so easily. Your pride wouldn't allow it, not after already losing to me. I imagine you want the satisfaction of defeating me fair and square this time"

At Anthony's words, Aaaninja's brow arched slightly.

"I do not carry the so called pride that other top races cling to so dearly"

He replied, his voice steady, almost measured.

"If I did, my pride as a Celestial wouldn't even allow me to converse with a human. And you are right, I do want the satisfaction of defeating you. But not out of pride. Victory simply means I've grown, that I've surpassed someone who was once stronger than me. It's a testament to my progress and advancement, nothing more"

His tone was firm, as if ensuring there was no room for misunderstanding.

"Understood"

Anthony replied simply.

He had always known Aaaninja was different from the others, lacking the arrogance that so often accompanied strength.

He was merely teasing him.

"I have to admit, you and Lucian are truly something else"

Anthony mused, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Sometimes, I wonder if I'm even the protagonist of this story"

Aaaninja's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What do you mean?"

He asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

Anthony chuckled.

Anthony and Lucian merely shook their heads in unison, offering no response.

Lucian casually munched on his fruit before turning to Aaaninja with a curious glint in his eyes.

"So... are you confident in winning this time?"

Aaaninja met his gaze, pausing for a moment before responding with a question of his own.

"Your tone makes it sound like I'm destined to lose again. Why is that?"

Lucian chuckled, his expression unreadable.

"Nothing much. Just a simple question, no harm in asking"

Aaaninja studied him for a moment before smirking.

"For someone who's only just met Anthony, you seem to trust in his abilities a little too much. Are you sure you aren't—"

Before he could even finish the sentence, a crushing wave of Lucian's presence erupted into the room, thick with unspoken warning.

"I dare you to complete that sentence"

Lucian said, his voice dangerously low.

"I fucking dare you!"

Aaaninja, rather than intimidated, looked thoroughly amused as he took in the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"You do realize you're sounding a little too defensive, right?"

Aaaninja mused, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I've noticed the way you look at Anthony since the first time you saw him... I have to say, I don't jud—"

Before he could finish, a blur of motion filled his vision, Anthony's fist was already upon him.

Aaaninja's instincts flared.

His body vanished in a flicker, just as Anthony's punch crashed into the couch.

BOOM!

The furniture exploded into splinters beneath the sheer force, the shockwave rippling through the room.

Before Aaaninja could fully regain his footing, another threat was already upon him.

Lucian was there, waiting.

His knee shot forward in a brutal arc, aiming straight for Aaaninja's temple.

Yet, with a deft, fluid motion, Aaaninja twisted out of the way, his movements effortless.

"What's suddenly gotten into the both of you?"

Aaaninja asked, his expression genuinely perplexed.

"Why are you attacking me out of nowhere?"

Lucian's eyes burned with irritation as he gritted his teeth.

"Because you dared to entertain such thoughts about us"

Anthony scoffed, folding his arms.

"Bring your sister to me, and I'll personally show her my moves"

Aaaninja barely had time to react before both Anthony and Lucian vanished in a blur of motion.

They had decided, Aaaninja needed a lesson for his audacity.

Yet, amidst their shared intent, there was one thing they both agreed on completely.

Both Anthony and Lucian cursed the Author in unison.