Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 60 You little brat, you want to play mind games with me?

Sett started out as an unknown fighter in the ring, but he possessed immense strength and was extremely resilient.

Sett had never received formal combat training; he was a complete amateur.

But his raw power and ferocity alone were enough. Like a battering ram, he overturned one skilled opponent after another, developing a fighting style unique to him.

Sett now rules the lawless lands of Ionia with his iron fists, and he will never allow his former impoverished and lonely life to return.

"Black gas? You seem to have had quite a few experiences lately. What makes you think you can use it as leverage?"

"Logically, it should be colorless, but as proficiency increases and for various reasons, it eventually turns black."

The scientific name should be Armament Haki. As for why, why don't you try it and see?

Sometimes words don't tell the whole story; practice is the best way to explain everything.

"Give it a try? That suits me perfectly."

Sett's arrogance is something he uses for fighting, so Oran's arrogance for trading must be the same. And Sett craves fighting deep down. In a way, he's long wanted to fight this guy who's always around his mother.

"Let's get this straight, you're not allowed to tell my mom! Otherwise, it's off the table!"

Sett's upturned smile vanished abruptly. He wasn't worried about anything except his mother, but Oran had this unexpected and devastating move.

The thought of his mother's disappointed and heartbroken expression was worse than killing him.

"Don't worry, I'm not that tasteless."

"Since you're a man, let's go. This isn't a good place. There's a place of mine nearby where we can have a proper chat."

"Is your venue near your mom's house?"

"This is called 'the darkest place is under the lamp.' There's a construction site next door, and I always say I work there."

"Let's go, hurry up. If we don't finish this time, who knows when we'll be able to come back next time."

Oran's body in the dream world is materialized, and normally it wouldn't mysteriously disappear before his true self awakens.

Heimerdinger's collapse was caused by Lulu's reckless magic attacks, which is why Oran suddenly disappeared from there.

Theoretically, he can go anywhere before his true form awakens.

But as soon as the pirate's body awakens, he will inevitably be forced to return.

"Fine, but you better never do it again."

"I'm sorry, this is an uncontrollable factor."

Led by Sett, Oran quickly arrived at an underground boxing ring, where the surrounding spectators were shouting wildly, holding up their tickets, even more excited than the two people in the ring.

"Boss Sett"

The steward standing nearby looked terrified when he saw Sett suddenly return, as if he had done something wrong.

"Get my private practice area ready, then you're done."

The steward responded and jogged to the side, while Sett headed towards the ring where a boxing match had just ended.

"Do as you please, I'll warm up first."

Amidst the even more enthusiastic cheers of the audience, Sett threw his coat aside and then leaped into the ring.

"All of you, come at me together!"

When Sett arrived at his private training ground, his fists were still stained with blood—his opponent's blood.

He was now completely excited.

"Sidil, are you ready? Once you step into the ring, I won't hold back. Let me see what this so-called domineering aura you're talking about really means."

"Of course, or rather, you wasted too much time warming up."

"Come on, I'll let you make the first move."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Bang!

As Sett signaled Oran to make his move, Oran quickly moved his body and delivered a hook punch to Sett's chin.

The fist, enveloped in domineering aura, struck the bullseye, and Sett felt a tremendous force surge through his body from his chin.

Oran's force was much greater than Sett had anticipated, but what shocked him even more was the sensation on his chin; it didn't feel like a fist, but more like a block of iron.

If Oran weren't only wearing a vest, he would have suspected that Oran was equipped with some kind of metal gauntlets.

"That's interesting! That's what makes it interesting!"

Sett's ability to withstand blows is one of his talents. After taking a punch from Oran, Sett barely thought about it and slammed both fists at his opponent at the same time. Oran's Haki range also expanded to his arms, which crossed to form a shield and blocked Sett's heavy punch.

Clang! The brass knuckles slammed into Oran's arm, making a strange sound as if they had hit metal protective gear.

"Armament Haki is the spear and shield of the human body. With a little practice, it is easy to block sharp weapons with your bare body."

"I like this thing, Siddiel. The deal is done. But let me warn you first: if you want to master my moves, taking hits is a must. It takes great stamina."

Oran's arm, enhanced by Armament Haki, didn't even have a bruise, which means that if Sett learned this technique, he wouldn't get wounds during fights.

That way, his mother won't worry when she sees him.

Weapons are not prohibited in this underground boxing ring.

Sett doesn't usually wear armor, so injuries are inevitable.

A sharp spear is certainly good, but Sett now appreciates the shield's power more.

"Coincidentally, the same applies to domineering cultivation methods."

"Alright! Let's have a good fight tonight."

"Pause, I'm short on time. If we don't change our practice methods soon, we might have to wait a long time next time."

Sett's actions were forcibly interrupted. Originally, Oran was the one who proposed the exchange, but now his own needs were even greater.

Oran piqued Sett's interest, and then gave him a quick, controlled play.

Unfortunately, what Oran said was an objective fact, so Sett could only swallow his frustration.

"You! Fine, fine, you'd already planned this out, hadn't you!"

"Each gets what they need, so are you going to switch or not?"

"Change!"

Sett gritted his teeth and uttered the word, then carefully exchanged preliminary practice methods with Oran, while scheduling a follow-up session for further study.

It's impossible to know what Sett is feeling right now, but after Oran disappeared, Sett single-handedly took on all the players on the field and finally left in a huff.

"A deliberate punch, won."

On Bean Island, Oran, upon waking, wrote down Sett's boxing techniques on paper. There were no fixed moves or routines, but they were very effective in actual combat. These techniques were actually more suitable for this vast ocean.

"It has something in common with Haki, so it should blend in well. Riley, this move is practically tailor-made for you."

When Armament Haki is mastered to a certain level, it can be used for both external and internal destruction. Intentional punches also have the characteristic of absorbing damage to increase their power.

Armament Haki is limited in quantity, and each attack or defense consumes this amount. However, a deliberate punch can integrate the energy that would otherwise be consumed into a new cycle. This effect is not a simple addition like 1+1, but a qualitative change.

Research, teaching, and training—the end of 1489 passed by in this lifestyle, and time quickly came to 1490.

As Oran was observing his research findings in the new laboratory, Kate suddenly brought him some new news.

"Orlan! A warship has landed at the port; it looks like it's here to see you."

(End of this chapter)