Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 380 Brawl

“Don’t let him get to you. Keep going.”

The defeated seniors supported Ethan.

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Ethan ignored the taunts from his opponent and focused on the keyboard, meticulously searching for vulnerabilities.

Gradually, Ethan lost his direction and thoughts, becoming unsure of what to do next. Sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Neil looked completely at ease.

Just as Ethan was straining his brain, Neil suddenly said, “It’s already over.”

Ethan froze and turned to see Neil showing him his computer screen, arms crossed and eyes full of disdain.

“Did we lose?”

“It seems the rumours w

eren’t exaggerated. That guy is really good. His hacker mentor must be X, right?”

“X my ass. Would X accept an apprentice like him? Don’t insult my idol”

“Exactly. X might accept Y, but this guy? He’s just a big fish in a small pond.”

was prepared for this, it’s still a shame. I thought Ethan

he’s just a freshman and outperformed three seniors.”

Taragon University sighed while Sagefield

looked back at his screen. He resumed his efforts,

wasting your time. You’re just embarrassing yourself. You’ll

kept moving and he said, “I don’t mind losing. Losing is part

you

and mocked, “You’re so stubborn and can’t admit defeat. That’s the most annoying thing about

standing not far behind Ethan. He warned coldly, “Shut up. Let him work

then stood up, scoffing, “Am I

held up his

want to punch this

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big for a half–breed. Do you think you’re superior? You’re not even full–blood Cheshian. You’re part Dowhera, right? You act like a big deal just because you have a bit of foreign blood. If

Although he didn’t understand every

losses. The whole world laughed at you

that you? Do you have the skills to crash our entire network? It was done by George Harris, an entrepreneur with pure–blood Cheshian.”

“So impressive? Did he make it through the global hacker rankings? The top ten hackers in the world don’t include any Cheshian. Trash is trash.”

told you to

with rage, Jack’s tone shifted from a warning to a roar.

he still spat, “If you can’t handle losing, don’t compete,

snapped. He lunged at

him head–on. In their youth, they were