MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 536: Favor

Raelith stood frozen, overwhelmed with shock. Nobody could truly understand the state he was in. It was one thing to watch your opponent copy your fighting style, it was something else entirely to watch them improve it right before your very eyes, on the spot, with such terrifying ease.

He couldn’t help but look at Anthony from head to toe, as if trying to confirm he was real. His mind swirled with the legends of the Sword Saint, that mythical figure many revered.

And yet, even in that moment, Raelith was certain, even the Sword Saint hadn’t been this outrageous, at least not at Anthony’s current age.

’Are you sure the Supreme Monarch gave birth to a human?’ Warlord Raelith couldn’t help but wonder, disbelief echoing through his thoughts.

He could tell, just from this short spar, which had lasted only a few hours, that he had made major improvements. Real, tangible improvements that would have taken others months, even years, to achieve.

But what rattled him more was the realization that Anthony hadn’t improved at all. Not because he wasn’t capable, but because there was simply nothing for him to gain. Nothing he could learn from Raelith. That fact alone was disheartening.

’What are they even feeding him? Or is the blood combination of three Supreme Monarchs just this outrageous?’ Raelith’s thoughts continued in silent frustration.

"Warlord Raelith," Anthony spoke, his voice calm but pointed. "It seems you dodged instead of parrying or blocking."

His gaze fell squarely on the stunned expression of the Warlord, who still looked as though he hadn’t fully processed the outcome of their clash.

Although they hadn’t verbally agreed on the rules before the katana spar began, those who truly loved the katana didn’t need to discuss such things. The rules were unspoken, understood instinctively. If you didn’t know them, then perhaps you didn’t love the katana enough.

Likewise, although they hadn’t clarified how to determine the winner, they both understood one thing: a match like this wasn’t meant to end in fatality. They would pull back at the last possible moment if an attack aimed at a lethal point, such as the neck, eyes, or heart and the opponent couldn’t block or parry it.

Anthony’s words snapped Warlord Raelith out of his thoughts. He exhaled softly, then smiled in resignation.

"It seems so, Lieutenant Anthony. It seems this is my loss."

He had dodged instinctively, knowing he couldn’t keep up any longer. He had simply been overwhelmed, outmatched in every aspect of the katana’s way.

’How did he even acquire such battle experience?’ Warlord Raelith couldn’t help but wonder again.

"It seems you’ve gained quite a bit from this spar, Warlord Raelith," Anthony said calmly with a warm smile as he sheathed his katana. He could feel it trembling faintly, vibrating with exhilaration, as though it, too, had enjoyed the clash.

"It seems so, Lieutenant Anthony. But I must say, it appears you have a bit of a dark heart," Raelith replied with a wry chuckle. "You cut me off mid-improvement."

"Shouldn’t you at least pay a small fee if you want to improve under my tutelage, Warlord Raelith?" Anthony asked teasingly. "Besides, I showed you a better version of your own style, for free. I’m sure you’ve gained insight from that as well."

If anyone else, Lieutenant or not, had dared speak to a Warlord about charging for ’tutelage,’ they would likely have been decapitated where they stood. But Anthony wasn’t just anyone.

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Raelith smiled faintly. He knew Anthony was right. He had gained not just new insights into his katana style, but also into his own curretn limitations.

The spar had been far more beneficial than he could have ever anticipated. Still, he couldn’t help but ask the question that weighed most heavily on his mind.

"How did you do it?"

Anthony tilted his head slightly, brow furrowed.

"Do what, Warlord Raelith?"

"I mean... copy my style. Have you seen it before or something? How did you improve it so fast?"

Raelith asked, his tone calm but probing. Deep down, he already suspected the truth, but he had to hear it aloud. Maybe, just maybe, Anthony wasn’t that much of a monster.

"I’m simply that talented, Warlord Raelith," Anthony replied without arrogance, just pure, unfiltered truth. "It’s not something that can be taught or learned, just like how newborn babies aren’t taught how to breathe. We’re simply born, and we start breathing."

As he spoke, Anthony casually began brushing the dust off his clothes. Infinity wasn’t active to keep him clean this time, and he couldn’t use mana at the moment either.

Raelith sighed. He had expected that answer. Still, hearing it was different than suspecting it.

’The world truly is unfair. With that kind of talent... I could have been a Supreme Monarch by now,’ he thought, his eyes lifting to the blue sky above as a quiet bitterness bloomed inside him.

"So... what do you want?" Raelith asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

"What do you mean?" Anthony replied.

"The wager," Raelith said plainly. "The loser has to do something for the winner."

Anthony blinked, then remembered. Right, the wager. He hadn’t really paid it any mind because, in his heart, he knew there was no way he could lose. And besides, what could Warlord Raelith possibly offer that he didn’t already have?

Sure, having a Warlord owe him a favor could be useful, but considering his mother was the Supreme Monarch of this base, it felt redundant.

After a few moments of thought, he shrugged. There really wasn’t anything he needed.

"I don’t have anything in particular I want from you right now," Anthony said calmly. "So I’ll keep the wager as a favor for now."

Raelith nodded, unsurprised and unbothered.

"Can I ask what you were going to request if you had won?" Anthony asked, more out of curiosity than necessity. He found it strange that Raelith had brought up a wager that hadn’t even been discussed beforehand.

"It’s nothing major," Raelith replied with a small grin. "Just that the other Warlords and I were thinking about..."

He went on to explain, offering the details without hesitation. There was nothing to hide.

Anthony shook his head, amused. ’Planning to take advantage of my supposed inexperience,’ he thought.

"Well, thanks to the wonderful katana spar, I’ll get it for you, for free. No strings attached,"

Anthony said with a smile.

It was one of those rare moments where he acted not out of duty or ambition, but simply because he could... and because he was happy.

Raelith paused mid-step. Although Anthony had clearly said it was free and without strings, he still found himself asking:

"Why?"

"Let’s just say I’m feeling good after a proper match," Anthony replied. "After all, it’s not every day you meet someone on your level when it comes to the katana."

He wasn’t going to ask his mother for a recording of the Supreme Monarch-level battles. He had already witnessed that terrifying scale of combat during the return battle after the Starborn Tournament.

Even though he barely saw anything as they had been far too fast for his eyes, it didn’t matter. Besides, he could always purchase the recording later from his system.

"Thank you," Warlord Raelith said sincerely.

"You’re welcome," Anthony replied calmly, his voice laced with quiet satisfaction.

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