'I just realized that this might be your legit first solo fight, did you want me to assist, or...'
[No need, today's performance will be mine and mine alone. Besides, I want to see if this man is all bluster and no muster myself.]
[Swear to chaos that was a weird yo-yo between a Russian and a Southern accent.]
[Swinging...dialect...]
[I don't hear it.]
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As Zhen Liu walked to his side of the arena, Zhen Li rapidly went through everything he knew about the warrior before him.
The first and oldest fact they could find out about him was that the one known as the Fourth Young Master was horrendously crippled. Namely that while he was born with a surprisingly potent amount of aether of decent quality, he had exactly zero ability to channel said aether throughout his body. He was unable to cultivate any formula, he wasn't able to use a single aether art even if he had a crossbow pointed at his head.
