Best disciple. Nocturne hesitated for the first time when he heard this, and without missing a beat, the Martial King threw out a series of strikes. Bam! Bam! Bam!

Nocturne came to his senses and tried to shield himself with his arms, but the strikes blew his arms away once more. Fortunately for Nocturne, he could restore his arms through his power, but his face grew twisted, not because of the pain but because he thought that the Martial King was making fun of him.

『That doesn’t make any sense…!』

“Why do you think it makes no sense?” the Martial King said in a biting tone.

『What?』

“Look.”

Nocturne automatically looked down at the spot on his body the Martial King was pointing to, and he stopped hesitating and counterattacked. Their arms collided, and their feet shifted to find a way to close the gap between them. Even during the brief moments when their eyes met, they didn’t stop using the Eight Extreme Fists against each other, as though they were exchanging chess moves.

“You copy me well.” The Martial King said without moving his mouth. “You’re the only one of my disciples who has reached this level.”

Nocturne felt silent. He wanted to tell the Martial king to stop speaking so much nonsense, but he couldn’t get those words to come out.

“It’s been like that from the beginning. From the moment you first opened your eyes and became aware. You instinctively imitated...