Chapter 142: VOL 2 - 87: Martín has talent.
Following Edward's order, a young man with bluish-black hair and dark eyes slowly approached the twins with an uneasy smile, filled with fear, doubt, and unwillingness, genuinely regretting having associated with someone like that. But after receiving a glance full of murderous intent from Edward, the young man had no choice but to play along for now. At that moment, Edward turned to look at Olivia with a disdainful smile and spoke in a mocking tone.
"Tell the disciple they're talking about that EDWARD STONE will take his people out for a drink. If he has anything to say about it, he should come find me."
"I remind Disciple Stone that what you're doing is considered kidnapping and carries prison time. I hope you'll abandon your attempts before involving Direct Disciple Erik, the leader of the young ones, or I'll have to call security."
Angry, Olivia stepped forward and spoke in a dark, firm voice, simultaneously releasing her mana. The air around her vibrated terrifyingly, which greatly increased Edward's contemptuous smile. He then commented arrogantly.
"So you're with that coward. Who would've thought he was still lurking around here without daring to show his face, hahaha. Well, tell him to come find me and drop those stupid threats. And trying to accuse me of kidnapping? I'm just inviting them for a drink, nothing more."
While Edward laughed, full of himself, the bluish-black-haired young man reached Clara, intending to grab her by the arm. But at that moment, Martín stepped forward while accumulating and compressing air created from his mana in the palm of his hand, which he released in a single blow, forcing the young man's arm sharply backward.
"Stay away from my sister..."
With a dark expression, Martín stood in front of his sisters and raised his guard, following the military boxing lessons he had received in school. This greatly surprised Olivia, who was about to teach that arrogant bastard a lesson. She had just been waiting for a legitimate reason to avoid complications, but her surprise quickly turned into a warm smile. After all, they were the first to fall under the wing of Direct Disciple Erik, so it was perfectly normal for them to be outstanding.
Meanwhile, the bluish-black-haired young man looked at his arm in surprise, feeling a slight tingling where the blow had landed, struggling to understand how someone so weak could have made him step back. But he quickly regained his composure, filling with anger at being humiliated by a mere Initiate-level nobody.
"Motherfucker!"
After shouting in rage, the young man launched several punches at Martín, who dodged them calmly and patiently, showing off an exquisite understanding of his opponent's space and rhythm. He made minimal movements, dodging the young man's swift blows by millimeters, moving only the upper part of his body.