The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1278

"What are you looking at?" Neera asked, noticing him squinting his eyes and closely observing Jean, lost in thought.

The old man mumbled incoherently, then stared at Jean for a moment before suddenly asking, "Young man, have I seen you somewhere before?"

Jean raised his eyebrows slightly and replied calmly, "You must have mistaken me for someone else. This is my first time in Phison, and I have never met you before."

Finnley looked skeptical and said, "Is that so? But why do I find you so familiar..."

Neera also found it impossible. "You must have mistaken him for someone else. He's not from Phison, just like me. It's our first time here. How could he possibly have met you before?"

Hearing everyone's denial, Finnley still felt something was off, but he didn't dwell on it.

Meanwhile, the triplets had already rushed into the fighting arts center, exploring everything in sight with curiosity.

Confidently, Finnley walked over with his hands clasped behind his back and looked at the three kids. "Are you interested in combat arts?"

The triplets nodded in unison. "Yes, Mr. Weaver. Mommy told us you're really skilled. Could you teach us a few moves?"

Finnley stroked his beard. "Teach you? You're just kids. What could you possibly learn? Instead of wasting time here, you'd be better off going out and having fun."

Sammy, the first to express his displeasure, retorted, "Mr. Weaver, you shouldn't underestimate us just because we're young. We've had some lessons, you know!"

Neera felt a headache coming on and quickly intervened. "You guys, stop causing trouble for Mr. Weaver."

Intrigued, Finnley asked them, "Have you learned this before? Can you do a squat? Show me one."

The triplets, determined not to be outdone, immediately complied.

Although they appeared soft and cuddly, their movements were surprisingly well-coordinated and graceful.

Finnley circled around them, lightly tapping their shins with his foot.

Apart from Penny, who swayed slightly, the other two triplets remained as steady as a rock.

Finnley was pleased. "I didn't expect you guys to be telling the truth. You've got the basics down. Who taught you?"

The triplets chuckled. "So many people! Our great-granddad once taught us exercise, and our dad and the uncles around him have also taught us. Although, they just taught us the basics."

"Oh?" Finnley raised his eyebrows in surprise and turned to Jean. "You know combat arts too?"

Jean's expression remained unchanged. "I know a little."

The triplets chimed in, "That's not true at all. Daddy is really good! Super, super great!"

Finnley narrowed his eyes, struck by a sudden thought, and attacked Jean.

Sensing the fierce palm wind rushing towards him, Jean slightly narrowed his eyes and swiftly evaded the attack with a sidestep.

Despite being well-prepared, Finnley relentlessly changed his strategy and continued his assault, forcing Jean to fight back. "Hey lad, stop hiding all the time. Fight back when you need to. Show me how skilled you really are!"

Jean skillfully used his arm to parry and neutralize Finnley's attacks, constantly changing his footwork, but he refused to make a move.

Neera watched the scene, feeling somewhat puzzled. What's going on here? How did it escalate to physical action while we were just talking? Could this be the habit of a combat arts fanatic?

She was immediately unsure whether she should step forward to intervene.

The triplets, on the other hand, were thoroughly entertained by the spectacle. They even started clapping, cheering on their father with great enthusiasm.

Finnley and Jean continued their heated exchange of blows.

Although it seemed like a back-and-forth, upon closer observation, Finnley was always on the offensive, with Jean on the defensive.

What was even more surprising was that, despite being on the defensive, Jean did not show the slightest sign of weakness. On the contrary, he handled the situation with ease and composure.

Naturally, Finnley noticed this and was quite surprised. This youngster, no matter how much he's pressured, refuses to make a move. Even under my strong offensive, he can flawlessly defend without making a single mistake! Although I can't fully gauge his true strength, it's clear that his skills are superior to all the top experts in Phison! I haven't encountered such an enigmatic person in a long time.

After exchanging two more blows, Finnley suddenly stopped and stood still as if he had lost interest. "That's enough. You won't make a move. What's the point if you're only defending and I'm attacking!"

Jean also stood still, straightening his slightly disheveled clothes. With a calm expression, he said, "I'm simply not as skilled. It's better not to show off and avoid making a fool of myself."

Not as skilled? Hmph, who are you trying to fool! Finnley waved his hand, too lazy to expose Jean's lies.

However, after he and Neera had left with the triplets for a while, an unexpected thought suddenly crossed his mind. Right from the start, I've had a feeling that the young man seems to be deliberately concealing his skills. Even though he could hide it well, some of his defensive moves inevitably gave him away. Not to mention, he gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I'd seen his figure somewhere before. The reason he didn't make a move was to prevent himself from being recognized.

Considering that possibility, he furrowed his wrinkled forehead, his gaze becoming somewhat profound. Ah, it seems Neera's fiancé is no ordinary man. Perhaps he has another identity...