They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 509: Unusual Therapy

He turned slowly at the sound of Somto’s voice.

Their eyes met.

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. Just silence, and something tense simmering in the air between them.

Somto’s expression was sharp, eyes stormy with barely restrained anger. Of course he still blamed him. The guilt hadn’t disappeared with the passing hours.

But instead of yelling... instead of throwing accusations...

He had come here. To fight.

Arthur understood immediately.

Somto knew him too well. He knew Arthur had to be hurting too, searching for a way, any way, to burn off that pain. And Somto, in his own quiet, fierce way, had offered him one.

Not just a fight, but a kind of comfort. A release. A punishment, maybe. But not out of cruelty, no. Out of understanding.

And strangely... that thought warmed Arthur.

Without a single word, he turned fully and stepped away from the bag.

He shifted into his fighting stance, calm and focused. It wasn’t the same stance he used when he sparred with Nnenna earlier that morning. This one was sharper, heavier. Serious.

Fighting Somto was no casual match. There were no shortcuts or easy wins. Every movement counted.

Arthur raised his fists and locked eyes with him.

Across from him, Somto stood like stone, focused, unreadable, but deadly serious.

Letting Arthur train Nnenna earlier hadn’t been a sign of weakness. He simply acknowledged Arthur’s edge in martial arts. But now? In a duel? Somto knew better than to take that edge lightly. He could hold his own, yes, but only if he remained razor sharp.

Neither of them moved. The tension between them stretched, taut like a drawn bowstring. Their stances were solid, guarded. Not a blink. Not a twitch.

Then, Arthur moved.

he surged forward. A blur. His palm sliced through the air, aimed

Fast.

still readable. He shifted, already preparing to block and counter,

before he

Boom!

them like thunder crashing to the earth. The impact shook the ground

shot out and met Arthur’s strike

collision snapped like a gunshot,

back four steps, boots scraping

skidding to a stop with a sharp

Somto’s eyes widened.

blinking in

with a raised arm and an amused expression carved in

dust off his coat sleeve like he hadn’t just absorbed a strike that should’ve knocked him flat. He

him a

Arthur?

He didn’t speak.

launched himself forward like

Arthur’s leg swept

the side, eyes

spun midair, redirecting the momentum into a reverse kick aimed at

arms, but the impact still slid him back

He struck fast, a palm strike aimed just beneath Arthur’s

his torso, absorbing the hit, but his grunt

low sweep,

from behind, hand already snapping

Arthur dropped low, grabbed Somto’s

fell, but caught himself in a roll and came back up, spinning into a mid kick that Arthur barely

eyes lit with excitement now, this was the kind of fight that made his blood sing. His previous bad mood was

Carl’s shoulder just

follow up, and jammed his knee toward the inside of

used Carl’s grip against him,

hard, but rolled