Chapter 2068 Sparring


    "Thank you, Old Master Bane. I guess I''m the only person in Bainbridge to receive the pleasure of


    having you pour tea for me." Matthew raised the teacup to down the tea in one go.


    Old Mr. Bane, who was sitting opposite him, halted for a moment upon hearing that. Those words were


    so familiar that they made him stare at Matthew. He could almost see that man''s shadow in Matthew,


    the shade of solemnity in that nonchnt character, and the evil-foreboding air hidden under that


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    untrammeled demeanor.


    To manage a big and great family, Old Mr. Bane had an eye for people. Hence, one nce was enough


    for him to tell that this youngd before him was saddled with a blood feud, just like how that man did.


    The touch of passing time and tide was the only difference between them. That man had reached


    another level of maturity while Matthew set about things with vigor. No wonder that brat helps Matthew


    in the South.


    Since Old Mr. Bane was acting out of character, it piqued Matthew''s curiosity. "What''s wrong, Old


    Master Bane? Something on your mind?"


    Old Mr. Bane noticed his blunder and quickly regained hisposure. "Nothing. I was thinking about


    an old friend of mine. I heard you have a martial arts background. Is that right?"


    Matthew nodded without a second thought. Based on the Bane Family''sworking, it was natural for


    Old Mr. Bane to know what happened in the South. Thus, he had no intentions of hiding anything from


    Old Mr. Bane.


    "Yes, but something happened in the past, and my hara meridian was impaired. It had been restored


    some time ago, and I picked up a long sword after that. Still, I don''t have a ir for it, so swords are


    more difficult for me than fist fights." Matthew set his Bloodreaper atop the coffee table.


    As a relic mania, Old Mr. Bane could recognize that Bloodreaper was no ordinary sword. "May I take a


    look at it?"


    Matthew coolly handed it over to the old man, who drew the sword only to shake his head at the rusty


    de. "What a shame. It''s not an ordinary sword, but its nimbus—" Old Mr. Bane suddenly noticed


    something surprising as he eximed, "Don''t tell me… Did you absorb its nimbus? Attaboy! I was


    wondering how one can repair an injured hara meridian. The nimbus from ancient swords can do the


    trick, huh? Your luck is no joke."


    That practical reasoning astonished Matthew. Even if he had masked the Bloodreaper''s nimbus, Old


    Mr. Bane could see through it right away!


    As expected of the most powerful person in Bainbridge. Luckily, he sees the Bloodreaper as a mere


    ancient sword.


    "You''re sharp, Old Master Bane. Luck is truly on my side. Otherwise, I could''ve be a cripple for


    the rest of my life." Matthewughed it off in an attempt to gloss it over. Since it was closely rted that


    Bloodreaper was an ancient divine weapon, he did not wish to give the game away.


    Old Mr. Bane noticed Matthew''s avoidance of the subject, hence the steer of the topic. "Why not we kill


    this boredom with a spar?"


    Old Mr. Bane had an insight into the reason behind Matthew''s hesitation. "What''s with that hesitation,


    youngd? Are you looking down on me?" Updated at Drаmanovels


    Fine.