Chapter 193: Would You Be Willing to Become My Disciple?
That slash just now had been stunning.
At least, that was how Bang saw it.
The young man's body was still too weak to draw out the full potential of that strike, but the swordsmanship itself had already reached an astonishing level of perfection.
In Bang's eyes, that single slash was no less refined than the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist he had spent half his life creating and polishing.
Ahead of him, the Joker Monster's head struck the ground.
At nearly the same time, Satoru Suzuki's body gave out.
He dropped to one knee on the ruined lawn, his face pale as he gasped violently for breath.
Every muscle in his body felt as if it were being torn apart. His blood felt drained, and right now, he could barely move even a finger.
Yet while enduring that unbearable pain, Satoru began to laugh.
"I succeeded!"
Inside the sword, Asuramaru released Demon Power and began healing his body.
At the same time, Asuramaru felt the effects of the amplification.
That slash just now had directly consumed one tenth of the blood in Satoru's body. In exchange, his physical functions had doubled. Combined with the enhancement of Ittō Shura and Battōzan, that one strike had barely reached the standard of Dragon level.
But that was not the most important part.
Asuramaru could clearly sense the change happening inside Satoru Suzuki's body.
His physical body was gradually becoming stronger on its own.
The speed was extremely slow, but it could not be ignored.
Thinking of a certain possibility, Asuramaru could not help asking, "System, is this what I think it is?"
The system quickly gave an answer.
[Ding! Sword Master Satoru Suzuki has surpassed his limits and briefly broken the limiter bound to him. His strength will reach sub Dragon level in a very short period of time!]
After hearing the system's explanation, Asuramaru knew he had guessed correctly.
Satoru Suzuki was probably similar to Garou in the original story. Both had briefly broken their own limiters after surpassing their limits, obtaining a short period of explosive improvement.
It was like opening the limiter once, only for it to close again afterward.
Saitama was different.
He belonged to the category where once the limiter opened, it could no longer close.
That was the fundamental difference.
Even so, the corners of Asuramaru's mouth could not help curving up slightly.
"So the key to breaking the limiter lies in whether someone can break past their own limits..."
But when he thought about it again, back during the fight with the Deep Sea King, his possession had also broken through the limits.
So why had the limiter not broken then?
While he was thinking, the system's voice rang in his mind.
[Ding! Intense negative emotions detected from Demon level Monster Joker before death. Gained 50,000 emotion points!]
[This kill obtained 25,000 Demon Power. Fifty percent will be fed back to the Sword Master.]
As the Demon Power flooded into Satoru's limbs and bones, his body began strengthening rapidly.
In just a short moment, his physical body broke through to mid Demon level.
Even the injuries across his body were healed at the same time.
Only then did Satoru feel the changes in his body.
He immediately thanked Asuramaru in his heart.
"Good thing you're here, Asuramaru."
As he spoke, he stood up from the ground.
Then he sheathed his sword.
Looking at the servants in front of him, all of whom were overwhelmed with shame, Satoru did not care too much.
After all, under the circumstances just now, he could understand their fear.
But understanding was only understanding.
He turned around and quickly walked toward Golden Ball, who was behind him.
"Senior, is your injury serious?"
Looking at the young man in front of him, Golden Ball only then snapped back to his senses.
The shock in his widened eyes did not fade for a long time.
"It's just a fracture. Nothing major."
He swallowed and stared at Satoru as if looking at a completely different person.
"On the contrary, that slash of yours was so fast I didn't even see what happened!"
Just as he finished speaking, an aged voice rang out.
"That slash just now was truly remarkable."
Hearing this, Satoru and Golden Ball turned their heads at the same time.
Only then did they see an old man dressed plainly, standing with his hands behind his back.
On his wrinkled face, a pair of sharp eyes was carefully sizing up Satoru Suzuki.
The moment Golden Ball recognized him, his expression changed.
"You're Silver Fang?!"
He could not hide his surprise.
"The Association actually sent you to support us?"
To his surprise, Bang kindly waved his hand.
"Just call me Bang."
He glanced at the manor behind them.
"Also, I wasn't sent by the Association."
As he spoke, Natalie had already walked out of the villa and arrived beside them at some point.
A trace of nostalgia lingered in her gaze as she spoke first.
"I was the one who called him."
Seeing Natalie's unchanged face again, Bang could not help recalling the past.
"Natalie, I..."
Facing the aged appearance of her former lover, a rare smile appeared on Natalie's cold face.
"You were the one who heartlessly abandoned us back then."
Her voice was calm.
"But after so many decades, I have already come to terms with it. You do not need to apologize to me."
After saying that, she turned and left.
She only left Bang with her back.
Watching her figure gradually recede, Bang could only let out a long sigh.
Then he turned back and carefully sized up the young man in front of him again.
Satoru no longer looked nearly as stunning as he had during that slash a moment ago.
Even so, Bang still asked slowly in a steady, aged voice, "What is your name? Do you have a master? Where did you learn your swordsmanship? What style do you practice?"
After several questions in a row, even Golden Ball at the side pricked up his ears curiously.
Standing there, Satoru faced the inquiry and, out of politeness, answered patiently.
"Mr. Bang, my name is Satoru Suzuki."
As for the remaining questions, he answered vaguely.
"I do not have a master, so naturally, there is no style."
Hearing this answer, Bang's eyes widened.
He could not help pressing further.
"Then what was that slash just now?"
Satoru replied without thinking.
"I comprehended it on my own."
Bang's eyes widened even more.
"What?"
His voice carried disbelief.
"You actually comprehended that kind of swordsmanship by yourself?"
As he spoke, his body trembled slightly with excitement.
This child's future was limitless.
Why not accept him as a disciple and let him inherit my legacy?
Once that thought appeared, Bang could no longer suppress it.
His somewhat cloudy eyes brightened as he looked at the young man in front of him.
Then he asked solemnly, "Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
Facing the old man's invitation, Satoru immediately asked in his heart, "Asuramaru, should I agree?"
But what he received was Asuramaru's annoyed retort.
"You can decide this kind of thing for yourself!"
Seeing Satoru remain silent for so long, Golden Ball nearly wanted to step forward and agree on his behalf.
This was no joke.
Silver Fang, the third ranked S Class Hero, was personally offering to take him as a disciple.
This was an opportunity countless people would fight to the death for.
Under Bang's expectant gaze, Satoru Suzuki pondered for a moment.
Then he finally opened his mouth and gave his answer.
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