Unlike the floor where Leo had been locked, the second-lowest floor was different.

There was no massive hall where everyone could roam. The prisoners here were kept in individual cells, bound by chains that blocked their abilities to ensure they couldn't work together.

Leo had removed the chains from the old man, who was now sitting with him outside the cell. However, there was still one person nearby who was watching them lazily.

"Instead of playing with toys, shouldn't you be fulfilling my wish? I've been waiting to see if your magic is stronger than my martial arts. Now that there are no chains in the way, shouldn't we find the answer?"

The speaker looked like a teenager, even though his hair had turned grey. Leo suppressed a sigh, shifting his gaze from the wide-eyed grandpa poking a hologram to the brooding teenager who looked like he'd spent the last century practicing his 'main character' glare in a mirror.

"Martial arts? Seriously?" Leo asked, looking up from the communicator. "You've been locked in a box for hundreds of years and your first thought is to punch the only other person you've seen? Aren't you curious about how the outside world has changed?"

The teenager-looking prisoner answered lazily, "It's because I've been locked up that I'm interested in fighting this old man."

The last time he had properly fought was when he annihilated thousands of people sent to arrest him. If his only disciple hadn't poisoned him, he never would have been caught so easily.

He was a man who didn't understand human emotions like jealousy or greed. He was only interested in his martial arts, so he hadn't realized he was being schemed against by the child he had taught everything.

Now that he was free, he didn't even feel anger toward the traitor. He was still only interested in fighting, especially against those he considered strong enough to challenge him.

The old man, meanwhile, let out a high-pitched giggle as he tried to grab a holographic ball. "Leo! The tiny men! They are trapped in the glass, yet they move with the grace of wind spirits! Is this... is this the magic of the New Era?"

"It's called football, old man," Leo muttered. "It's a sport that is extremely popular on my planet. And they aren't trapped; it's what we call a video recording. It's like..."

Leo found it quite fun to explain technology to the old man. It made him feel smarter.

"Are you all ignoring me?" the young man asked. "I'm the greatest martial artist on my planet. Or rather, I'm the greatest martial master in the universe. Isn't it fair that I face the one who claims to be the greatest in his field as well?"

"Oh right..." While explaining the concept of videos, Leo suddenly had an idea.

He had read that this prisoner was from a martial arts planet where people could break mountains with a single finger using nothing but physical strength and aura.

If that was the case, maybe he could show the man something to intrigue him. When it came to movies, Earth was a leader, after all.

Leo pulled out another device, the one the martial arts fanatic had originally refused to take.

"You say you are the greatest martial master in the universe?"

"Of course. If it were a fair fight, I never would've been caught!" the fanatic said calmly.

"I don't believe that. I know of another man who is a far greater martial master than you!"

"Another master greater than me? Has such a genius appeared in the last thousand years? Still, I don't believe they could surpass me."

"Why don't you see for yourself? This is the man I'm talking about."

Leo walked closer to the young-looking man and played a movie. He held out the communicator, pressing play on a classic 28th-century martial arts masterpiece.

It was a story originally from the 21st century, recreated with 28th-century technology for a more realistic experience.

On the screen, a man in a simple black robe began to move with speed that defied logic, his strikes creating shockwaves through the landscape.

"Behold," Leo said, as if introducing a sacred relic. "The legend of the One-Punch Hero."

The martial artist, whose name was Yang, frowned. His grey hair fell over his eyes as he watched the protagonist casually disintegrate a mountain-sized monster with a bored expression.

As the story progressed, he grew more intrigued by this bald man who looked no different from an ordinary weakling. What made him even more furious was that such a powerful master was looked down upon by everyone.

"Impossible," Yang whispered, his fingers twitching instinctively. "His stance is full of openings. He has no guard. He is... is he picking his nose while facing a Calamity-rank beast? What kind of profound mental state is this?"

Leo explained, struggling to keep a straight face. "He's reached a level where the universe itself is too fragile for his workout routine."

*He doesn't even use mana or aura. He just did a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, and ran ten kilometers every day until his hair fell out from the sheer stress of being too awesome."

The old man peeked over Leo's shoulder, his beard tickling Leo's ear. "Ho! A man who trades his hair for the power to shatter Valhalla! This is a heavy sacrifice indeed! Truly, the New Era..."

"Wait," Yang barked, pointing a trembling finger at the screen as the movie shifted to a training montage. "He is... he is eating a banana? Is this a special spirit fruit? Does it contain the essence of the Earth's core?"

"No, it's just a source of potassium. Helps with muscle cramps," Leo deadpanned.

He watched as the two legendary prisoners, men who could likely level a city, huddled together around a five-inch glass screen, debating the protagonist's power.

"I must fight him," Yang declared, his eyes burning with a renewed, albeit slightly delusional, passion. "Lead me to this Bald Sage! I will show him that my style is superior to his 'consecutive ordinary punches'!"

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