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Chapter 1164 Damian's Great Adventure (6)

"Bang."

Damian put the bowl on the table; he decided to confront Yang Le.

After thinking it over, he realized that he didn't have the means to lie, so it was better to be honest. Besides, he felt that he really needed Yang Le's help.

Damian then told Yang Le the whole story, which surprised the latter.

"You want to subdue the Foot Clan?" Yang Le tapped his finger on the table. "But before that, you need to participate in and win a martial arts tournament across the multiverse?"

Yang Le still had some memory of the competition Damian was going to participate in. It was also the first multiverse theme he came into contact with. At that time, Yang Le remembered this mysterious-sounding term.

The appearance of Miyamoto Usagi during the martial arts tournament further deepened Yang Le's memory, which gradually made him recall that there seemed to be a scene of filial piety between father and son in this part of the story.

Based on his memories of Miyamoto Usagi, Yang Le began to recall the martial arts tournament. He remembered that the latter seemed to be a seeded player in the competition.

It seems that Miyamoto Usagi has no other skills besides her excellent swordsmanship. Anyway, Yang Le later read two manga featuring the former as the protagonist, "Usagi Yokohama," and in them, Miyamoto Usagi didn't have any special skills either.

In Yang Le's view, if reality is not too far off from his memory, then Damian's biggest enemy is Miyamoto Usagi.

However, since copyright issues are not a concern in reality, Yang Le doesn't know if this so-called multiverse conference will attract any troublesome opponents.

"So, you want me to help you, right?"

“Yes,” Damian nodded. “As you can see, I am still young, and I am not 100% confident that I can win the next match.”

"But why should I do this?" Yang Le crossed his arms. "Why should I expend my energy to help you? You know you're the young master of the Assassin's Guild, while I'm the Justice League. If I help you increase your manpower, wouldn't that be aiding the enemy?"

“I can agree to any of your conditions,” Damian offered. “Of course, provided that I can do it and it doesn’t go against my personal will.”

This is a classic line of dialogue, usually used by people who are unsure of what they have to offer to attract others, and Damian clearly does just that.

If an ordinary person said this, Yang Le might scoff, but the person saying it to him now is Damian, the future Robin, the next Batman.

Damian certainly had enough weight, and Yang Le did indeed have the idea of ​​pulling him out of the Assassin Alliance ahead of time. Any normal child growing up there would definitely become abnormal.

"What if I ask you to leave the Assassin's Creed?"

Yang Le's words silenced Damian. He had done all this to prove to his mother that he was a qualified successor. If he were to leave the Assassin's Guild now, wouldn't all of this have been for nothing?

and many more?

Damian suddenly froze. He felt as if his thinking had been trapped. He had done all this because he wanted to know who his father was. If Yang Le could tell him the answer, would he not have to do it?
Damian glanced at Yang Le's expression, and for some reason, an idea suddenly popped into his head after seeing the latter.

'This person definitely won't tell me what I want to know.'

Damian understood. If he had asked Yang Le about this from the beginning, the latter might have kept him in suspense but would definitely have told him.

But things are different now. Damian's actions have caught Yang Le's attention, and no matter what his motives are, he can no longer give him the answer.

Young Damian clearly didn't know that using "amusement person" to describe someone as despicable as Yang Le was inappropriate. He now regretted speaking up without thinking it through. "Phew~" Damian let out a long sigh. Since it had already happened, there was no use in regretting it. He could only choose to move on.

After all, if he chooses to give up now and go back to follow his mother's training step by step, it will take him at least two to three years to find out who his father is.

However, if he chooses to participate in the martial arts tournament now, as long as he wins, he can not only learn what he wants to know, but also gain a group of more subordinates.

Choosing the former means there's only one path; choosing the latter means you can always go back to the old path if all else fails. Damian clearly knows which option is more suitable.

"Okay, but only if you help me win the martial arts tournament. If I don't win, then our agreement is null and void."

Damian began to try his best to gain advantages for himself under limited conditions.

Yang Le didn't speak, but instead extended his hand. Damian hesitated for a moment before shaking it.

"Then let's have a pleasant cooperation." After saying that, Yang Le let go of his hand and turned to walk towards the back of the old car.

"What are you going to do?" Damian asked curiously.

"Since I said I'd help you, I certainly can't slack off." Yang Le opened the studio door.

"Let me forge you a set of equipment first, and then we'll talk about other things. Look at all this junk you're wearing."

Damian looked down at his equipment, which was specially made for him by the artisans of the Assassin's Guild, since he was a child and couldn't use adult equipment.

However, he was the only child in the entire alliance to receive this treatment, since the leader of the Assassin's Guild was his maternal grandfather.

This set of equipment, while not exactly divine weapons, was crafted with painstaking effort by artisans and could hardly be considered scrap metal.

However, what Damian didn't know was that after Yang Le learned a few of Hephaestus's techniques, he considered the tools made by these mortal craftsmen to be nothing more than scrap metal.

After all, even Diana couldn't find fault with the weapons Yang Le was currently forging; ordinary craftsmen certainly couldn't compare to him.

"How much time do you need?" Damian wasn't an expert in forging, but he knew that crafting a good sword would take at least a day, and according to the elite ninja, he only had two days left.

With a knife and other weapons, two days would definitely not be enough; Damian didn't want to go to the battlefield wearing a suit of iron ingots.

Before Damian could finish speaking, Yang Le closed the studio door. When he tried to ask further questions, the door opened again.

Damian thought Yang Le had forgotten something, but he didn't expect that the latter would come out with two suitcases in his hands.

As soon as Yang Le came out, he tossed the suitcase to Damian without thinking, and then yawned repeatedly as the latter looked on with a puzzled expression.

"Here, your weapons and armor have been made for you."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)