Winner Takes All

In a room, after cleaning up Brent's back, Daisy applied some ointment on his back.

Then, she put her hands together and announced, "This is a custom-made ointment I have concocted from my days when I was still active as an assassin. It will be able to ease your pain for a while." Brent nodded but he was staring at Daisy with confusion written all over his face.

"What's wrong?"

Daisy sat in front of Brent.

Brent smiled, "Although I might hurt you by asking this, but your words just now did manage to arouse my suspicion."

"It's okay, just ask me."

Brent asked, "You should be a world-famous assassin in the Azrael List and you belong to the Dark Net Assassin Squad, so you shouldn't be weak by any means of the word since you were young. I can't figure out why would you be pushed around by your father like that back then? You even did some rough labor work in construction sites, and you ended up at the young master's residence as his maid." This was Brent's doubt, which also shared by Jack and Mr. Ward.

Despite their eagerness to learn the answer, they never once brought this up out of respect for Daisy's feelings.

However, it had been a long time, and Daisy's words now jogged Brent's memory, which made the timing of dishing out this confusion a suitable one.

There was a dim glow on Daisy's face as she sighed and said, "No matter what he did to me, he was still my dad. I can be the ruthless and formidable killer who ran the world, but when I face d my dad, I would suddenly lose all my strength. I had gone to do some hard labor in construction sites and being Mr. Hughes' maid."

After a pause, Daisy continued, "Perhaps, I was tired of that assassin life, and of course, I have to have a proper and legal job so that I can face my dad with dignity. Besides that, I was lost and at wits end at that time."

"Because of your father?" Brent asked.

"Partly, yes, but not entirely." Daisy shook her head.

Brent waited for her to continue, but to no avail. He knew that Daisy didn't want to elaborate much on this matter.

He changed the topic, "Oh, right, what did the young master mean just now?"

Daisy's face seemed to freeze for a moment as she gawked at Brent with a uncomprehending look.

"You moron, the young master is asking you to perform your move again because he wants to copy it."

Brent was stunned.

But as he listened to Daisy's explanation, he was a little startled.

After some deliberation, Brent replied, "Even if I perform it again, I don't think the young master can learn it anyway. "Python Devours Dragon" is not really a move, but rather it is born out of the precise control of the muscle groups on your back."

"Although the young master was able to control the muscles in his arms, but that was only a very superficial type of control, or in another words, he still didn't learn the essence yet. He was only controlling a few muscle strands which in turn apply some forces on the other surrounding groups, thus achieving explosive strength that far exceeded what they could originally do."

His words were straight to the point.

Brent shrugged, "He could do that to raise his explosive powers, but it is still a far cry from completely controlling all of the muscles in his arms. If that's the case, then Arrows is nothing special."

Daisy rolled her eyes, "You're just making your own assumptions. That last time was just a death match between Mr. Hughes and Arrows, and he was able to learn it on the spot. With Mr. Hughes extraordinary capacity, he probably would be able to learn to perform your move exceedingly close to perfection if you just perform it one more time."

"As for that matter of controlling muscles, he was able to learn how to do that in just one death match with Arrows. Do you really think he won't be able to master this if given time?"

Brent was stunned again as he felt a little awkward being criticized by Daisy like that.

"Indeed, I am too shallow in my perception."

Brent scratched his head and smiled awkwardly before adding with emotion, "However, with the young master's talent in martial arts, he is indeed the one with the most raw talent. Also, he really is a combat genius, my God, he was able to deflect my "Python Devours Dragon" easily like a true pro by employing that kind of move."

Brent was a little agitated and worked up as he kept talking. His pitch was raised one notch higher.

Throughout the years, only those top martial artists was able to force him to use "Python Devours Dragon".

To top it off, among all those masters, only jack was able to dodge his move using such incomprehensible and peculiar way.

From just that exchange, he was able to give a high score to him!

Daisy was sunk into a reverie as her eyes took on a type of intensity.

Based on her own ability and levels, she understood how terrifying Jack was.

A moment later, Daisy finally was able to coin a term which best describe Jack. She said eagerly, "Battle machine! He is a natural battle machine!"

"You are right!"

Brent nodded, "Back then when I first started training the young master, he was from the golden generation in the Hughes family, which meant he had to go through strenuous training in order to fully awaken his abilities. It's just that nobody would foresee Jack's potential in this area. His level is now totally ridiculous."

As he rambled on, he sounded a little reminiscent, "I can't imagine what kind of height Jack would be able to attain if he didn't involve himself in the power struggle for the head of the family position, and instead he focused all of his attention in martial arts training."

"At least... he wouldn't lose to his uncle, Brown, right?"

At the mention of Brown's name, Brent had a look of respect and intimidation on his face.

On the other hand, in the bedroom.

Amber looked like a kitten as she huddled up in Jack's embrace. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was breathing in a regular rhythm.

Jack was lying in bed, and as he listened to Amber's breathing, he felt somehow relaxed.

This felt like home, a calm, serene and quiet type of happiness.

In this world, no matter how strong someone was; No matter how powerful and wealthy someone was, when all of those were stripped away, everyone would return to being a normal human being longing for an ordinary life with their families.

He continued to stare at the ceiling.

Jack subconsciously recalled his fight with Brent just now.

Every detail of that fight was worthy of him to savor and treasure in his memories.

It was a short fight, but it left a lasting impression on him.

His mouth gradually formed that strange smile from before.

He muttered in a soft voice, "Brent only used around eighty to ninety percent of his full abilities in that weakened state, but never would he know that... I was also using around that of my abilities too."

Jack didn't think to disclose this fact.

This was because he knew that once the word was out, it would shock Mr. Ward, Brent and the others.

Even he found it hard to comprehend his startling speed of growth.

He was out of this world!

If Mr. Ward, Daisy, Brent and even that mysterious man was taken into consideration, putting aside their natural talent, they were able to attain such a high level of abilities due to long years of training.

What about him?

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That short amount of time was probably only enough for other regular human beings to set the foundation of what they would learn.

Even if Brent's systematic hellish training contributed greatly to Jack's growth, it was still hard to believe that his training alone would allow Jack to attain such a high level.

All of a sudden, Jack turned his gaze towards the outline of his legs under the blanket.

His brows furrowed as suspicion crept into his eyes.

"It seems like... my body is hiding some secrets."