The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

Chapter 641: HIS EMOTIONS ON HIS SLEEVE

”But youʼre not just anyone. Youʼre Asterʼs parents,” Wulfric said almost without hesitation, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, not even worth a second thought.

This response, something the other clearly hadnʼt even paused to consider, took Gage by surprise. He hadnʼt expected such a genuine reply, delivered so naturally. It sounded so sincere that, for a moment, Gage almost believed he meant it. No—maybe he truly did.

From what he had observed earlier, this guy wasnʼt exactly the thinking type. He was the kind who acted first and thought later—someone driven more by instinct and emotions than by logic or reason.

Honestly, Gage would have preferred if he were sly and scheming—it would make him easier to dislike. But this guy wore his emotions on his sleeve, and as much as Gage hated to admit it, judging whether his feelings for Aster were genuine would be as simple as talking to him. And Gage didnʼt like where that might lead.

So, before he had the chance to soften and decide this guy wasnʼt all that bad, Gage knew he needed to stick to his original plan and do what heʼd intended from the start.

”Your Highness, how about a match?” he suggested with a smirk. ”Sometimes, the best way for men to understand each other is by trading punches. Donʼt you agree?”

Wulfric had more or less expected Asterʼs father to, for lack of a better word, want to beat him up. But to actually suggest a match outright? That caught him off guard. He almost blurted out a refusal on instinct, but thankfully, he stopped himself just in time.

If he declined without a good reason, heʼd definitely look bad in front of Asterʼs father—and heʼd already shown enough of his foolish side to Asterʼs family since arriving on this planet. The last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself again.

So, before answering, he took a deep breath and said, ”Iʼm sorry, Uncle. Yes, I know you donʼt want me to call you this, but thereʼs really nothing else I could call you without being too disrespectful. Of course, Mr. Townsend is also a viable choice. But both Aster and Reas are Townsends as well. So, it would feel like Iʼm calling them that as well.

Which would be weird. And... Sorry, Iʼm rambling.

”The thing is, I canʼt fight you. With my physique, itʼs certain that I will win. And thatʼs not me underestimating you, Iʼm simply stating a fact. So, if you really want to hit me, go ahead. Iʼll stand here and take it. No need to worry about any consequences—Iʼm giving you full permission.

Just let me know when youʼre ready.”

”Why, how generous of you, Your Highness,” Gage replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ”Youʼre not saying that just so you can play the victim in front of Aster later, are you? Then complain about how I beat you up unfairly?”

Wulfric wanted to deny that, but he couldnʼt. Because a part of him was really planning to do just that. He imagined how good it would be if Aster started to fuss over him. Being discovered by Asterʼs father like this both felt embarrassing and also filled him with guilt.

Seeing Wulfricʼs reaction, Gage let out a dry laugh. This guy. He wasnʼt sure whether to be annoyed or amused. It would have been easy for Wulfric to deny the accusation, to simply say, ”No, thatʼs not it.” But instead, his face gave everything away. It was almost comical—just as Gage had said, amusing in its own way.

”Alright,” Gage said, cracking his knuckles. ”Iʼll come at you, but you donʼt have to just stand there. Dodge my attacks for ten minutes. Then—”

”Iʼm off the hook?” Wulfric cut in, his voice laced with hope.

Gage scoffed. ”You wish. This is what you get for being interested in my son. Starting to regret it yet?”

”No! Even if you asked me to walk through fire, I wouldnʼt regret it for a second,” Wulfric replied firmly.

”Alright, then. Letʼs get to it.”

The moment Gage spoke, he didnʼt wait for Wulfric to respond. Without hesitation, he dashed forward, aiming his first strike.

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Gage moved swiftly, his fist cutting through the air toward Wulfricʼs face. Wulfric stepped back just in time, feeling the rush of air as Gageʼs punch missed by inches. Without pause, Gage followed up with a quick jab aimed at Wulfricʼs side. Wulfric twisted his body, dodging to the right, his feet light as he shifted his weight.

Gage pressed on, not letting Wulfric gain any distance. A heavy swing came toward Wulfricʼs shoulder, but he ducked low, the blow grazing the air above him. Wulfric straightened quickly, taking a few steps back, but Gage was relentless. He moved in again, aiming a sharp kick at Wulfricʼs legs. Wulfric hopped back, narrowly avoiding the sweep.freeωebnovēl.c૦m

For a moment, Gage paused, then charged again, this time with a rapid series of punches. Wulfric leaned left, right, dodging each one with careful precision. His breathing was steady, eyes locked on Gageʼs movements. Gage threw a hard punch toward his chest, but Wulfric sidestepped at the last second.

Gageʼs attacks were fast and forceful, but Wulfric avoided each one with sharp, calculated movements, always keeping one step out of reach.

Gage realized Wulfric had adapted to his attacks, so he decided to change his approach. He threw a quick punch toward Wulfricʼs chest, fully expecting him to dodge. As predicted, Wulfric shifted to the side, but Gage was already one step ahead.

Instead of following through, Gage used the momentum to spin sharply on his heel. As Wulfric moved to what he thought was a safe position, Gage came around with a powerful backhand. Before Wulfric could react, Gageʼs fist had already connected cleanly with his cheek!