Chapter 7: These Hands Are Gender Neutral. (In more ways than one)Immediately afterwards, an uproar happened.

  "What the fuck just happened?!"

  "The young lord lost?!"

  "Does that mean we can see him kneel?!"

  "No, you idiot! There's no way the young lord would ever do something so shameful."

  "But he made the bet in front of everyone and even spread it through the city!"

  "You don't know young masters at all, do you? As they say, beat the young and the old ones will come."

  "Ah, how could I forget the young mistress?"

  Listening to their banter, I decided to wait a little. After all, if face-spping material came straight to my door, why should I refuse.

  Five minutes ter, she came with a pleasured face. Not. Jokes aside, she had an angry expression on her face, looking at me like I had just cursed her twenty-three-point-three-seven-five generations.

  She had long bck hair, and a bck bodysuit, that perfectly accentuated her curves, going from her neck all the way to her ankles and bck shoes that seemed really easy to move in.

  Speaking of her curves, she had some big boobies and a big ass.

  Her waist was slim and she generally had an hourgss figure.

  "Take that bet back!", She said with a seething expression.

  I looked at her like she was an idiot.

  "And why would I do that? I have no reason to.", I asked the reasonable question.

  "Ugh!"

  She seemed to have no way to retort and unlike her brother, she actually seemed a bit reasonable.

  But only a bit, as shortly after, she seemed to get ready to beat me up.

  Suddenly I had an idea.

  "How about we make a bet too?", I asked.

  "A bet? What kind of bet?", she asked back

  "We'll fight. If you win, then that idiot there doesn't need to apologise. If I win, however, you're gonna be my sve and follow all my orders."

  No, I'm not a pervert! I wouldn't be able to get hard anyway. The reason I did this was something else entirely.

  There were multiple ways for a young master to get offended by the protagonist. One of these ways was the jade beauty. When the protagonist looked at a jade beauty, the arrogant young master would get offended.

  Now what if somebody traveled with a jade beauty. Even more, what if they commanded the jade beauty like a sve while looking like a poor boy themselves. Wouldn't they be absolutely furious?

  "That's totally overboard!"

  "Well, it's your decision. You can also choose to ignore all of these people and attack me now, but wouldn't it make more sense to just accept the bet, getting a justified reason for attacking me and beating me up?"

  She contempted for a few minutes. Meanwhile, I decided to listen to the banter of the viewers.

  "He dared to challenge the young mistress?"

  "That kid's got guts, I have to say."

  "You idiots! Didn't you see that she was about to beat him up anyways? Then he might as well make the bet."

  "Oh! That makes sense!"

  "That means that he's smart."

  "No. Demanding svery is the dumbest thing he could've done. Now he made her really angry. That defeated the whole point of the bet, which is to lower her anger."

  "I guess you're right."

  'Seems like they don't expect me to win. That'll make their reactions even more fun to watch!', I mused.

  After that, everyone eagerly awaited her decision, but she sure took her time.

  'I guess she's the type to always overthink things. That or she's simply slow.'

  After I nearly fell asleep from waiting she finally answered.

  "Okay."

  "Good. Then let's settle it", I said, preparing my stance, which is namely putting my hands in my pockets and slumping my upper body.

  At the side, I could hear excited whispers.

  "Why is he doing that?"

  "It's his way of saying, 'I give up!'."

  Hearing that, I couldn't help but smirk inside. It was because, against her, it had the desired effect: Provocation.

  She emitted an even bigger rage than before and charged straight in. As she charged, I showed no signs of moving. Then, in the st moment, as she was right in front of me, aiming at my face with a punch, and I wondered, why she wasn't a mage, I did a roundhouse kick, hitting the side of her head and changing her direction, making her fly right beside me, do a break nding straight onto her face.

  Once again silence enveloped everyone and once again, an uproar happened moments ter.

  "Oh, my god! Even the young mistress was beaten!"

  "And so brutally too!"

  "How is he so daring?! Now the lord isn't going to forgive him!"

  "But what if he beats the lord too?"

  "You think the lord is anything like the other two? And this guy, whom we still don't know the name of should be pretty exhausted!"

  "But he only took action twice, both times ending it with a single attack."

  "Hey, did you forget the first fight? He dodged the young lord's attack a lot of times. Furthermore, from my observation, the force that he used for both attacks was roughly the same.

  That should mean that it's his full power. Two full-power strikes can tire somebody out very fast, especially their mana reserves."

  "That makes a lot of sense!"

  Hearing them talk like that I smirked. First of all, that was in no way my full-powered strike.

  Second of all, my mana control was very good from being able to practice a lot during those one hundred years, allowing me to only enhance exactly those parts of my body that needed it, allowing me to do more than just two full-powered strikes.

  Third of all, my mana regeneration was off the charts. This was because of how I stored my mana. I stored my mana in cores. Unlike normal Warriors, however, my mana moved in those cores, constantly hitting against each other. This had two effects.

  It helped remove the impurities through the shocks.It enhanced Mana-regeneration.After thinking for a long time, about why mages weren't doing this, as it wasn't that hard for me to figure out, I came to a conclusion.

  You either need my instruments or somebody of a very high level to notice this. At that level, it was already impossible to change your mana configuration.

  It could then be taught to their children if they made the effort to discover it, which would also take several years of their cultivation time, but even then, it would remain a strict sect secret. No way in hell, anybody with a chance to betray them and without enough talent would even get to know that they had such a good technique.

  Furthermore, somehow these people had immense pride in their ancestors. So much so that they would never even think of questioning their teachings.

  So, in conclusion, the chance that such a technique becomes to be, even more so, that it becomes known to the masses, is extremely low.

  Thinking about that, I suddenly heard a shout.

  "HOW DARE YOU HIT MY CHILDREN?!"

  Hearing that, I thought, 'This time, let's do some face-spping with magic.'