While Roland was sizing up the crowd, someone in the crowd was also sizing him up.
"So, did you find anything about him?" Carwyn asked his subordinate in a low voice.
"Yes," the subordinate whispered. "His family background is very ordinary. It was only a coincidence that he became Miss Roland's neighbor. There's no record of Roland on the Martial Arts Ranking List, so he should have never participated in a match. It's been three months since he joined the Martialist Association. It's not a common situation. "
Although Carwyn had not awakened the Force of Nature, he was no stranger to the Martial Arts League. As the most popular event, most people were familiar with its rules and regulations. Except for the Martialist Tournament, which was held once every two years, all the other tournaments could be regarded as tryouts. They were so varied that even the newly awakened could participate in a junior tournament every month.
Generally speaking, a rookie who had just joined the Association would be eager to compete on the stage in order to improve his ability and ranking. After all, it meant a higher status and income. Only those Awakened ones who joined the Awakened halfway would be resistant to this kind of competition where they could display their abilities in public. Of course, the credibility of this reason was also questionable. He believed that those arrogant fellows had committed crimes and were unwilling to expose themselves in front of the camera.
As Garcia's elder brother, Carwyn was naturally very concerned about his sister's surrogate. As far as he knew, Garcia was definitely not a person who was easy to get close to. Because she was so persistent in her beliefs, there was an invisible wall between her and others. If they wanted to cross it, it would be extremely stressful for both of them. Therefore, there were very few people who could win her trust.
Carwyn was not surprised that Garcia had fallen out with her father. She might be a qualified martialist, but she was definitely not a qualified businesswoman.
However, this was not the only reason why he investigated Garcia. It was just one of the reasons.
The other main reason was the VIP seats in the front of the banquet hall.
He looked towards the first row of seats, only to see a woman dressed entirely in white sitting there. She wore a martial arts robe that didn't have any decorations on it, which made her seem even more ethereal and refined. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Just looking at her back was enough to amaze people.
Fei Yuhan was the most dazzling star of the Martial Competition. It had only been five years since her debut, but she had already made it to the finals of the Martial Competition twice. Although she had yet to win the championship, most people thought that it was just because she was too young and inexperienced. As long as she had enough time, the title of the strongest would definitely be hers. With such outstanding talent, she was regarded as the representative of the new generation of geniuses. It was even rumored that the day she won the championship would be the day she would enter the upper echelons of the Prism City.
Cary had thought that a person like her would ignore the Clover Group's invitation. She had not expected that she would attend the banquet in person, which surprised her father.
With Fei Yuhan's attendance, this banquet would definitely become the most eye-catching headline in recent times.
However, when he finally found a chance to talk, he was entrusted with an unexpected task.
Carwyn suppressed his distracting thoughts and slowly walked up to the man.
"Miss Fei Yuhan, the thing you asked me to find out …"
"You don't have to repeat yourself. I heard everything," she interrupted, then smiled. "Thank you."
Did you hear that? Carwyn looked back in surprise at where he had come from. He was almost ten meters away from her, and he was in the noisy banquet hall. Could a martialist really have such acute senses? She was simply … inhuman!
"Of course not. Even if my ears could hear everything, my brain wouldn't be able to process it." Fei Yuhan probably noticed his bewilderment and explained, which she rarely did. "When your subordinates approached you, I intentionally increased my vigilance. After that, as long as you concentrate, you can reconstruct the entire conversation through the shape of your mouth, your voice, and your facial expressions. It's not difficult for most martialists to do so. "
"I see … I see … You're indeed the strongest martialist," Carwyn said with an uneasy smile.
"The strongest?" Her voice was as melodious as a wind chime. "I haven't won that trophy yet."
"Sooner or later, it's just a matter of time. Apart from you, who else can step into the ring of the Martial Competition in the first year of their Awakening? Even the 'defender' of the Prism City … "Carwyn's voice gradually trailed off.
Even though Fei Yuhan looked like she was listening, the faint smile on her face made him feel as though he was being ignored. It was as though she was just being polite, but in reality, she was not interested in what he was saying and did not want to continue the conversation any further.
He suddenly realized that Fei Yuhan's "thank you" actually meant that the conversation was over. The latter part of the explanation was just for the sake of the organizer, the Clover Group, but it was only enough for him to say a few more words.
Thinking of this, Carwyn could not help but feel angry. He, who was sought after everywhere he went, had never been treated like this!
However, just as his anger rose, Carwyn forcibly suppressed it.
The Clover Group could not afford to offend the Martialist Association. It was closely related to the national government and various industries.
Otherwise, his father would not have spent so much money to befriend these people.
He forced a smile, turned around, and left the VIP area.
Of course, this slight change in his expression did not escape Fei Yuhan's eyes.
However, she did not care about what these ordinary people thought. In the face of the Erosion, wealth and power were of limited importance. The only thing they could rely on was their own strength.
She looked in the direction of Roland again.
She had agreed to attend the banquet because she was following her master's instructions. She did not know why she would waste her precious training time to attend such a social event. It was not until the appearance of that man that her attention was drawn.
When the Awakened's Heart of Nature reached a certain level, they would be able to roughly sense the level of their opponents. This was not due to some special ability, but a comprehensive manifestation of the improvement of their observation skills. Fei Yuhan had reached this level three years ago. She also found that as long as they were not in the Prism City, there were only a few people who could surpass her.
However, her observation skills were useless in front of that man.
His movements, intonation, gaze, and the slight trembling of his skin were no different from that of an ordinary person. The only thing that she could not sense was the fluctuation of the Heart of Nature. Without this, she would not be able to judge. It would not be strange if the man was just an ordinary person. However, judging from the waiter's hospitality, he was a martialist.
Fei Yuhan went to find Carmen.
Although she could check the ranking information herself, she preferred to let others handle the trivial matters. As long as she gave them a simple order, they would do their best to complete the task and usually do it better.
Then, she heard the name "Roland" from Carmen's mouth.
All her doubts were solved.
A week ago, Fei Yuhan learned from her master that a new "Hunter" had been born in the Prism City. He was a martialist with a hunting license. This was not surprising. In order to fight against the evil Fallen Evils, the martialists had to be given the power to go beyond their limits. This way, they could eliminate their enemies more efficiently. Generally speaking, there were not many people who could become hunters. The few that she knew were seniors who could be called out by their names. However, the hunting license this time was given to a new member who had just joined the association not long ago!
If the identity of a Hunter had not been classified as top secret by the Association, it would have caused a huge uproar. The Association usually regarded the holder of the hunting license and the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament as martial artists of the same level. Sometimes, the former's status was even higher. The award this time also meant that someone had picked up the league championship trophy as soon as he awakened. What an incredible thing!
If that was the case, it was not worth mentioning that she had made it to the finals two times in a row.
The name of the Hunter was Roland.
Fei Yuhan stretched out her right hand expressionlessly and clenched it into a fist.
As a disciple of an old guard, she had heard about the conflict between the new and the old Factions. One of the most controversial and unanswered questions was: which kind of martialist was stronger? Was it a fighter who walked on the edge of death and used all means to fight against the Fallen Evils, or was it a fighter who honed his skills every day and competed fairly with different opponents in the same arena?
The former was more of a test of one's ability, but it was difficult to fight against the Fallen Evils even once in several months. For many people, their first battle was their last. Although the latter could spend a lot of time on cultivation, the rules set out for safety reasons not only limited the martialist's performance, but also formed habits in their thoughts and actions. When encountering a relentless opponent, it was easy to get flustered. There were many supporters of the two theories, but it was difficult to find an answer through practice.
Now, there seemed to be a standard to measure it.
Roland, who had never participated in a Martial Arts Contest and had been fighting Fallen Evils since his awakening, undoubtedly belonged to the old Faction.
Fei Yuhan, on the other hand, belonged to the new Faction.
This was probably why her master had asked her to attend this banquet. As a fellow member of the Association and the "representative" of the two Factions, it was always good to get acquainted with her.
Unfortunately, Fei Yuhan had no interest in the conflict of ideas. She did not even consider herself a new Faction. If her master had not strictly forbidden her to deal with the Erosion alone, she would have fought against a few Fallen Evils.
Just like Roland.
From the beginning to the end, she only cared about who was stronger.
Fortunately, Roland did not disappoint her.
If it were any other martialist in the hall, Fei Yuhan would have simulated the outcome of different battles in her mind. Regardless of whether she attacked first or was attacked first, she would be able to estimate her chances of winning. However, she could not determine Roland's level, so she could not simulate the battle.
In other words, the two were still tied.
Fei Yuhan slightly raised the corner of her mouth. This banquet would not be so boring after all.
Moreover, she had also "heard" some interesting conversations from the three girls who were traveling with them.
For example, "Dream World."
For example, "Your Majesty."
Is this some kind of novel game?
But looking at the girls' expressions, it doesn't seem to be some kind of vulgar role-play.
If I have the chance, I can ask him face to face.
Fei Yuhan retracted her gaze and silently committed these questions to memory.
…
After plundering every table, Roland finally found the person he was looking for.
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