My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer

298 Dojo (Part 2)

"You're tough, kid. You managed to push me with only a few seconds of battle and at a disadvantage. Who exactly are you?"

Luke raised his neck slightly as he heard the question and saw a large man slowly emerge from the gloom. This guy had gray hair and beard, a blank stare, and a scar above his left eyebrow. The clothes he was wearing were relatively simple, but it was strange that he was wearing a beige cape if he was inside the dojo.

Not satisfied with his defeat, Luke stood up as he wiped with his left hand the bit of blood that had dripped down the sides of his lips. "I'm the one who should be asking you that question." He said and held up the water, raising his fists.

The man did not smile or manifest any expression other than his stern one. He then tried to jam his sword into Luke's belly.

However, the sword did not come close to hitting the half-wolf and was surprisingly reflected by his own hands.

Although he did not express his surprise outwardly, the mysterious man thought, 'What was that he just did? Is he with a knife hidden between his fingers? No, that's a technique of mine, it's impossible for him to know. So... how?'

'I'm a little rusty from not using that Yoelona technique in a while, but I'm glad I haven't forgotten how to do it.' Luke considered.

Now that Luke's hands had become as sharp and cutting as blades, this was a fair battle.

Luke began to walk in circles around the man, making noise with each stomp. At the same time, the man was following Luke with his eyes even when the half-beast was actually at his back, his observation skills were incredible, not to mention that he was counting the sounds of Luke's step, which he listened intently waiting for the silence that would precede the attack.

What the swordsman didn't expect was that the half-wolf was even more experienced than he appeared, and that he was letting all these signals go by on purpose, a trap.

At one point, Luke walked so close to the darkness that he suddenly merged with it. The noises of footsteps ceased at the same instant, as did the sound of his breathing. The man suddenly began to feel that he was alone in that place, although he knew he wasn't really. This feeling was frightening, almost a psychological terror, and if the man didn't have a lot of experience, focus and skill, he would surely have chosen to run away.

"Now that we've both calmed down, can we talk properly?" Luke asked. The half-beast's voice surrounded the man's ears, so it was not possible to discover his location so easily.

From the beginning, Luke's intention was not to attack the man to kill him but to turn the situation in his favor, rescuing the initial scenario from a few minutes ago, except that he was now the one with the reins of the situation. Moreover, Luke used <Head of Horus> and realized that the battle against that unknown man would not be easy, even with the advantage of stealth.

"You break into my house and still want to ask questions? Come out from where you are and fight like a man!" The man stated fervently.

Luke decided to ignore the provocation. "Just answer my question, if you are not who I am looking for, I will leave."

'He can move so being silently wounded. Who is this guy?" the gray-haired man wondered. "In case you tell me who you are, I will tell you my name, the real name."

With his keen hearing, the half-wolf could not identify any different palpitation in the man's heart as he stated this. It was an obvious risk for Luke to say his name to a stranger, and since the man was quite strong, it certainly wasn't just any civilian, meaning the risk became exponential. Still, Luke needed to confirm his suspicion and if it wasn't correct, he would have taken down the entire dojo with <Yggdrasil> to kill the man.

"My name is Luke Lange, I am a half-beast and I do not belong to any Clan."

For the first time that night, the man clearly showed his surprise by widening his eyes and stopping moving. This reaction was something even the <Olho of Horus> had not anticipated, but Luke did not let the opportunity slip away and quickly placed one of his sharp hands on the skin of the swordsman's neck.

Luke's whisper in the man's ear, left the swordsman in shock and frustrated at losing focus for a single second. "Now, let's go quickly and tell me your name. I will not hesitate to kill you if you are not who I am looking for."

'Who does he think I am? The First Servant? Damn, if he really is who he says he is, he may have been manipulated by false information and believe I am a demon. Should I tell the truth?' The man reflected as distress coursed through the veins of his entire body.

"I will count to five... One, two, three, four..." Luke threatened.

"My name is Hazor, I am not a demon, I promise!" The swordsman exclaimed as loud as he could before the count reached five.

Luke pushed him forward, dropping him. "Why did you suddenly claim that you are not a demon? Do you know me?" Luke asked.

Based on Hazor's exaggerated reaction of surprise and the fact that he mentioned demons with no apparent logical basis, that was the only theory Luke could think of.

"Erghh... There isn't a person who doesn't know your name. You are the one who started the war with the Melki Empire..." Like the crystal-clear water of a small salty lake, the man couldn't hide his nervousness as he lied.

"Really? Are you sure? I know I don't hold you as hostage, but this place is precious to you, isn't it? What would happen if a 10-meter tree suddenly grew here?" Luke used a cynical tone to threaten Hazor.

The swordsman put his sword away as he sighed in frustration. "All right, I will tell you everything. Just let me put the lamps on in this place, we'll need to look each other in the eye."

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