My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 421 - 389: Return to DAF

"What did he ask?"

Aurora Sinclair’s gaze was cold, so intimidating that Leigh Miles swallowed nervously.

"He... he asked me... who taught our junior brother his fist technique..."

"And you told him?"

Leigh Miles’s lips trembled in fear. "I said... you were the one who taught him..."

"Did you mention the Radiant Void Fist?"

Leigh Miles immediately shook her head. "I said I didn’t know where you learned it."

Aurora Sinclair gave a slight nod, then turned her gaze to Titus Miles.

Terrified, he immediately ducked behind Dean Morgan, peering at her timidly.

Aurora Sinclair’s tone softened slightly. "Tiger, perform the fist routine you showed our Grand Martial Uncle. Do it for me."

Titus Miles then performed the fist routine again in the courtyard.

He had already reached the Third Layer of the Positive Order Boxing Technique, and his proficiency was equivalent to that of a Martial Arts Master.

As Aurora Sinclair felt the Power of Heaven and Earth stirring around Titus Miles, her heart tightened.

’Hector Lennox would definitely be able to recognize the subtleties of this technique.’

"What else did he say?"

Leigh Miles thought for a moment, then spun around and went back inside. She returned with a black card. "Our Grand Martial Uncle said you should enter the International Martial Alliance’s selection tournament as soon as possible, because the invitation has an expiration date."

Aurora Sinclair took the invitation. The date printed on it was December 8, three years ago. In other words, the invitation was long expired.

Seeing this, Jared Miles quickly said, "Don’t worry. I’ll call our Grand Martial Uncle in a bit and have him send you a new one."

But Aurora Sinclair’s lips tightened. She shook her head and countered, "When does the International Martial Alliance normally issue invitations to outsiders?"

Jared Miles considered it. "During the International Free Fighting Championship."

"When’s the next international competition?"

"In a year."

"That’s too late. Are there any competitions this year that grant invitations?"

Jared Miles thought for a moment before answering hesitantly, "The Battle for Glory International Tournament. They gave an invitation to a player who won overall MVP once, but they haven’t issued any in the past two years, so the chances are slim."

Aurora Sinclair glanced at Alvin Morgan, who had already pulled out his phone to contact Arthur Lockwood.

"Aurora, about our Grand Martial Uncle..."

"From this day forward, the Radiant Void Sect will sever all ties with Hector Lennox. He and his kin are forbidden from setting foot on Sunstone. No one is to reveal any information about the people or affairs of the Radiant Void Sect to Hector Lennox or his kin. Violators will be expelled from the Radiant Void Sect and treated as traitors!"

Aurora Sinclair’s voice was grave, her stern gaze sweeping over Leigh Miles, Titus Miles, and Jared Miles, before finally resting on Jared.

The words were clearly meant for him, and they were blunt.

Jared Miles froze, a bitter feeling welling up inside him. ’It seems she doesn’t trust me anymore.’

"I will heed the Sect Leader’s command—"

Jared Miles raised his hand, bowed slightly, and performed a standard Ancient Martial Ceremony for Aurora Sinclair.

***

It was currently the playoff season for Veridia’s Battle for Glory tournament.

To get Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan into the competition, Jared Miles had specially modified the registration information, adding their names to the roster.

When Arthur Lockwood told the members of the DAF Team that Master Rory and White were about to return, the whole squad nearly beat him to a pulp.

He’d been feeding them that line for three years.

Three years ago, DAF had a championship-caliber roster. If they had just played consistently, they were guaranteed to take the title.

But unexpectedly, it was as if the DAF Team was cursed. The star players vanished one by one until only Joanna and Scrappy were left to lead a team of rookies, ultimately stopping at the semi-finals.

It was the biggest upset in the gaming world that year, and DAF’s fans abandoned the team in droves.

Even now, haters still seize on the incident to attack the DAF Team. The two "Boss Lockwoods"—the team manager and the owner—were especially dragged through the mud online by fans for a long time.

Arthur Lockwood immediately pulled out his phone. "I’m not lying to you! They’re really coming back. I heard they’re planning to enter the international tournament and take the championship this time."

Faye Hughes rolled her eyes, took a long slurp of her bubble tea, and retorted irritably, "Boss, it’s broad daylight... Stop daydreaming."

"They’re already at the door," Arthur Lockwood insisted.

"Now you’re just being ridiculous! Believe it or not, Joanna’s gonna beat you up when she gets back!"

"It’s true, I’m not kidding... Aurora! Morgan! Welcome, welcome..."

Everyone followed Arthur Lockwood’s gaze. Sure enough, a man and a woman were pushing the door open and walking in.

"Holy shit! Master Rory! My idol—"

The bubble tea in Faye Hughes’s hand dropped to the floor as she shot up from the sofa.

"Long time no see."

"Oh my god... Ah! I’m gonna go call the captain—"

"It really is Master Rory! Do you remember me?" A boy wearing glasses ran up, his face flushed with excitement as he looked at Aurora Sinclair.

Aurora Sinclair thought for a moment. "Void. Summoner."

"Yes, yes, that’s me!" the boy said, excitedly extending his hand and shaking Aurora Sinclair’s firmly.

After finishing her call, Faye Hughes enthusiastically pulled Aurora Sinclair aside to introduce the team’s rookies.

When she introduced one particular boy, he didn’t seem overjoyed like the others. Instead, his expression was one of suppressed resentment.

"So you’re the ’Master Rory’ who deserted the team right before the tournament?"

He had been a die-hard DAF fan, even grinding in the training camp just for a chance to join. He never imagined that because Master Rory, the King of Night, and Windwalker had selfishly abandoned the team, DAF would have to endure so much slander over the years.

His words instantly chilled the lively atmosphere. The smile on Faye Hughes’s face froze. She quickly reached out and ruffled the boy’s hair roughly. "Shane Warren, what are you talking about? Weren’t you Master Rory’s biggest fan? Didn’t you want to ask her to be your master?"

Shane Warren’s expression turned awkward, and he retorted loudly, "I am not a fan of hers! Have you all forgotten whose fault it was that DAF didn’t win the championship three years ago? And who’s to blame for all the ridicule and doubt we’ve had to endure all these years?"

But the words had barely left his mouth when Alvin Morgan sneered. "She doesn’t need you to like her. Battle for Glory is a team game, not a solo competition. If you don’t win the championship, it’s because the players are trash."

"You..."

Shane Warren’s face turned beet red.

The veteran players standing nearby also looked grim.

But Alvin Morgan continued bluntly, "Looking at you, I finally understand why DAF’s results have gotten worse and worse over the last three years."

He then turned to Arthur Lockwood and added, "Jayden, if all the players on this team are at this level, you might as well disband DAF right now."

Meeting Alvin Morgan’s cold gaze, Arthur Lockwood braced himself and stepped forward to address the new players. "White is right. Competitions are about teamwork and team spirit. Every match is a battle between entire teams. Not every team is lucky enough to have a naturally gifted player like Master Rory, so why is it that other teams can beat us?"

Shane Warren retorted, unconvinced, "Back then, the main roster’s strategies were all built around Master Rory and the King of Night. Once they left, how was the team supposed to play?"

Just then, a clear, female voice suddenly cut in:

"You’re wrong. We devise multiple strategies for every match. No player can ever be one hundred percent certain they won’t run into problems, so when the main roster creates strategies, they have to account for every possibility. The main reasons we didn’t win the championship three years ago were poor coordination, a lack of synergy, and a weak mentality. Master Rory and the others leaving so suddenly did have a huge impact on the team’s coordination and mindset. So, Master Rory, and you, White... if you want to compete, you can only be substitutes this time..."