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Chapter 1082: Chapter 758: Grand Finale [29] Martial Arts Techniques

"Whistle——"

Another whistle sounded.

The noisy sounds of resistance came to an abrupt halt.

The whistle seemed to have a magical power, compelling those who heard it to quiet down, involuntarily drawn to it.

"If you’ve forgotten how you got in here, I can remind you."

Fátima played with the whistle, her gaze sharp like a blade cutting through, making everyone shiver.

Her gaze seemed tangible.

Unignorable.

"..."

They all fell silent.

"Take them out." Fátima signaled to her subordinates, "I think this sandstorm needs some research, it might affect the opening of the Mechanism City’s entrance. Let these all-knowing experts help out."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

After a slight pause, Fátima added, "Take good care of them, don’t let the experts suffer while doing research."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded once more.

Usually receiving disdainful looks from this group, now with Fátima backing them up, they were naturally overjoyed.

"What do you mean? With that huge sandstorm outside, you want us to stay out there?!"

"If anything happens, can you take responsibility for it?"

"I’m going to report you!"

...

Foreseeing something amiss, the external support group began to stir, each of them starting to make a fuss.

However, being utterly powerless, there was nothing they could do; they were picked up without getting a word out, like little chicks.

However——

There were exceptions too.

Rita was actually a trained fighter, exchanging a few moves with the person trying to capture her, forcing back someone both taller and stronger than her.

That person stepped back a few paces, ready to advance again.

Suddenly, a hand held him back. He turned and saw Fátima standing beside him, shaking her head at him.

Then, Fátima stepped in herself.

Fátima’s movements were incredibly fast, before anyone could see how she moved, as soon as she engaged with Rita, Rita was at a disadvantage and was subdued in no time, her hand pinned behind her, unable to move a bit despite using all her strength.

In contrast, Fátima seemed unruffled, as if she hadn’t even moved.

"Your junior sister isn’t from the same school as you, is she? Her moves are quite different?" Pedro Langley perceptively noticed something unusual, whispering to Nora Scott.

Nora Scott retracted her gaze, speaking nonchalantly, "She learned the art of killing. I studied orthodox martial arts."

Pedro was slightly taken aback, "The difference being?"

"She aims for speed and precision, I aim for fluidity and grace."

"..."

Pedro was instantly convinced.

Indeed.

Today’s combat techniques focus on quickly and efficiently subduing the enemy. And, given Fátima’s profession, survival would definitely be the priority.

Traditional martial arts have many intricate moves.

But they’re beautiful in action.

Nora Scott’s martial skills have been honed through practical experience, though she removed many cumbersome and unnecessary actions, she usually performed beautifully, not targeting the opponent’s vital spots, hence there were many possible points of attack.

Allowing for more flexibility.

Precisely for this reason, even though Pedro Langley was an amateur, he could easily discern the difference between Fátima’s and Nora Scott’s martial techniques.

After Fátima handed Rita over to her subordinates, Nora Scott suddenly nudged Pedro Langley, saying, "Did I ever tell you?"

"Hmm?"

"Of my master’s martial arts, my junior sister learned a tenth, my senior sister learned about half. I learned the most, yet only about seventy or eighty percent. From the time I left mentoring till now, what I can use fluently is around thirty or forty percent." Nora explained this with a hint of pride, "My master, a true grandmaster."

Pedro Langley: "..." But I’ve yet to meet the ’grandmaster’ you speak of.

He suddenly asked, "Among your sisters, who’s the strongest?"

"In terms of martial arts depth, it’s me." Nora moved her wrist, answering as she walked forward, "In terms of killing, it would be my junior sister."

She approached Fátima.

And then——

She attacked Fátima!

At this moment, only Pedro Langley, April Thomason, Nora Scott, and Fátima remained in the tent.

Seeing the sisters suddenly start fighting, Pedro and April were both shocked, but quickly realized something, their lifted hearts settling down.

Fátima used the same technique to grip Nora’s arm, but her touch was gentle. With a furrowed brow, she released Nora’s hand and casually massaged her arm.

She asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Trying out that woman’s moves," Nora replied.

——Although the woman introduced herself, she didn’t take it to heart and had forgotten her name.

Fátima asked, "Rita?"

"..."

Nora gave her a calm glance.

Understanding her meaning, Fátima shrugged, "I’ve reviewed all the names, especially of this group, I know their profiles by heart."

Unlike Nora, who could become the Hall Master of Biel Hall and still not remember the various departments and direct subordinates she didn’t often interact with. Understanding the overall structure of Biel Hall and hundreds of key tasks, Fátima only needed half a day.

This skill, in terms of her professional requirements, was a basic one.

"Oh." Nora was no longer surprised. She raised an eyebrow, saying, "The moves I just used, are they the same as Rita’s?"

"Mm."

Fátima pondered briefly, then nodded.

"Then it’s quite interesting." Nora curled her lips into a smile, "Her martial art style is identical to Annabelle Pinto’s."

"..."

The room fell silent.