406 – Let’s get it right (2)

I tend not to commit violence against people unless absolutely necessary.

I don’t have a hobby of hitting people, except in special circumstances like sparring or training.

Even if I do hit, I tend to fight in a way that is closer to ‘subduing’. It was the same when I fought the dancer just now.

But when the time comes to use violence, he can do it boldly. Especially when he is angry, he will throw a punch coolly.

-Crack!

“Huh?!”

Just like right now.

In one cool body blow, Buruar Gaju and Uro let out their breath.

Judging by the feel and sound of it in the hand, the ribs must have been properly dislocated.

It will be difficult to attack with your left hand in the future. I can tell because I once had my ribs shattered.

‘It’ll get better with time.’

It’s not that your ribs will get better, but the adrenaline will rush and act as a pain reliever.

When people suffer a serious injury, they tend to suppress their pain for self-protection.

I’ve heard it vaguely on Earth, too. There’s a story about someone getting shot during a war but not knowing they were shot.

But if it’s an intuitive pain like this, it’s a different story. By now, even breathing would be difficult.

“Ugh······! This kid······!”

Uro, who is glaring at me as if he’s going to kill me while wrapping his arms around my ribs. He’s usually busy catching his breath, but he seems to have decent endurance.

Either way, the sparring has just begun. I intend to beat the guy up until he dies, no, until he dies.

I think you all know the reason. This guy himself is a problem, and he’s been harassing Kara.

If Kara hadn’t been so obsessed with him, I would have listened to what he had to say.

‘But it’s still the same thing.’

I slowly approached Uro, who was hesitating to step back for maintenance.

Uro also realized that actions speak louder than words and grabbed the greatsword with his right hand.

It would be difficult to hold it with both hands because of the dislocated ribs. You would probably swing it with one hand.

“Whoa!”

-Phew!

As expected. He must have been strong for his looks, as he swung the greatsword like a dagger.

Simple and fast. Usually, greatswords are heavy and slow.

The speed was not slow, but rather fast. It was only ‘in its own way’.

-Thump!

I lightly grabbed the blade of the greatsword with my hand. This much would not be enough to cause even a single scratch on my body.

Uro opened his eyes slightly wide in surprise when I grabbed his sword. But he immediately pulled it back.

I pretended to miss and did as he wanted. I didn’t have to worry about my hand getting cut by the blade.

-Whack! Whack!

Now that the pain has subsided, Uro grabs the greatsword with both hands and cuts. The evil look on his face is a bonus.

“You! How dare you! Who······!”

Oh my gosh. Breathing while attacking. This guy doesn’t have the basics down.

I really don’t know how he got the position of chieftain. I doubt he won it through arm wrestling.

Looking at the way his muscles were built up so well, he looked like the type that would push through with power. No, it would be more like the power type.

And that type of style has clear limitations and distinct ‘natural enemies’.

Meeting a stronger opponent. This really leaves you with no answer.

This is the ‘experience’ I learned while dealing with Lize. I could never win against her.

-Woojikkeun!

“Ugh!!”

I punched the spot I had just hit. A cool cracking sound came from the tip of my fist.

It was very easy to counterattack because each movement was large. Just bend down and hit.

If the blow had just cracked his ribs, this time it sounded like they had been completely broken.

I thought I hit him too hard, but that thought flew away. As I said before, he needed to take some hits.

“Ugh······ Ugh······”

Uro staggered, clutching his ribs. Judging from his wide-open eyes, he seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

If a broken rib punctured a lung, that would be a problem. If that’s the case, we should stop sparring immediately.

‘I have to hit gently from now on.’

I think it’ll be about the same intensity as the dancer I fought before. I relaxed my body.

There is no need to worry as your endurance will not decrease even if you relax your body.

“Are you okay? Should we stop?”

Instead, I can’t stand teabagging. I suggested subtly, pretending to be genuinely concerned.

I wonder if the proud guy will accept my offer?

“Don’t······make fun of me······!”

That’s funny. Uro staggered and slowly got into position.

Judging from the fact that he held the greatsword with both hands until the end, it seems that he is forcing himself to endure the pain. He deserves recognition for his grit.

That kind of arrogance must have been what got Kara going. But that arrogance won’t last long.

“Okay. I’ll take it easy.”

“this person······!”

That doesn’t mean I stopped provoking him. I treated him in a downtrodden manner.

As a proud person, you will be so angry that your inferiority complex will explode.

“This caveman b*stard!!!”

A loud noise that shook the training ground. Along with the noise, Uro’s face became distorted.

The momentum was also unusual. The murderous intent to completely kill me was growing in abundance······

‘huh?’

······I didn’t. I felt only the will to kill, not the will to live.

Something was strange. Lord and Lize, of course, and even Kara could exude life energy.

An energy that can only be sent out when a person is killed while ‘in their right mind’, not while they are in a crazy state like a madman.

Thanks to my wild instincts, I know very well what it feels like to have someone who has experienced murder cherish the urge to kill.

The will to kill and the will to kill are clearly different spirits. In the first place, the mental state of a person who has experienced murder is different from that of a person who has not.

Just as a severe injury leaves a ‘scar’ on the body, the spirit of living is a feeling of the scar of the person involved, even if it is very faint.

“······aha.”

Now I think I understand. Why that guy was talking so much.

While I was smiling to myself, Uro charged forward with his sword raised.

A movement that is full of the intention to cut my body in half. But it is too obvious.

-Phew!

I easily avoided it by taking a step backwards. It was such an obvious attack.

Urodo had no intention of stopping here either, as he continued to swing his greatsword.

Compared to Luna, this swordsmanship was far from perfect. It was fast, but lacked accuracy.

-Chaeng! Chaeng!

Rather than avoiding them one by one, I just took them with my hands. Even if I had put in magic power, it wouldn’t have been able to cause even a single scratch on my body.

A normal person would have noticed something strange. He said, “I put in magic power, but my body doesn’t get cut?”

I don’t know if it was because I had no such experience or because I was excited, but I didn’t notice it.

-Crash!

“Ugh!”

I grabbed Uro’s neck with my right hand and slowly lifted it up.

The guy struggled, but it was all in vain. Even the kick was stopped by me grabbing him.

“You call me a caveman?”

“This bird······”

“You’re just a politician with no words.”

-Boohoo!

He threw Uro up with sharp criticism. Uro’s body rose high into the sky while spinning around.

I kicked him like a soccer ball just before he hit the ground and shouted.

“Don’t ignore the cavemen!”

-Pfft!

It’s a line that reminds me of a senator from somewhere. It gave me a really strange feeling.

The ball rolled like a soccer ball and crashed into the wall of the stands.

He didn’t faint. Judging from the way he was forcing himself to get up, it looked like he was going to keep fighting.

‘The poison is amazing.’

I snorted and slowly approached. Uro is just a half-wit who has never even killed a person.

Of course, I have never committed murder. But I am willing to hurt people if necessary.

However, Uro only talked and didn’t even seem to be able to put up a proper fight. He must have just suppressed them with brute force up until now.

That power could be an innate physical strength or it could be the authority of the head of the household.

They would have used them cleverly to stimulate the Tatars’ fighting spirit and draw them into politics.

‘It’s not even politics. It’s just politics.’

Politics is a field that requires both emotion and intelligence to be effective.

If politics are based solely on emotions, then why do we have diplomacy? If we just act according to our emotions, that’s the end of it.

But ironically, this is also a ‘civilization’. Politics is also something that civilization must build upon.

A case like Uro clearly shows the side effects of a new country. Development is only possible if we nip it in the bud.

‘Leave that to Hector.’

Now I just have to beat Uro enough to not kill him. His ribs are out and he’s probably a total mess from the kick I just had.

But it’s really amazing how he still stands up so stubbornly…

“Eww!!!”

-A string!

I want to lose more.

He easily dodged the attack from Uro, who was charging towards him with evil intent, and struck his ribs with his left hand.

Uro’s body jerked violently and he staggered backwards. Drool dripped from his open mouth.

Both ribs were completely out, now it was the other side. I swung my legs as if I was sweeping the floor.

-Pfft!

A light low kick knocked Uro off balance and he fell to the ground. I waited for him to get up.

Was it because both of his ribs were broken? Uro dropped the greatsword and grabbed his stomach.

A face distorted like a demon, in contrast to a trembling body. It looks like it is about to make a last-ditch effort.

-Bam!

“Ugh!”

Then what? Another low kick.

There is nothing more humiliating than falling down. I’m sure Uro feels it too.

But there is nothing he can do. All he can do is rise up with venom.

What if it doesn’t happen?

“wake up.”

“Ugh······!”

I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him up. He was dragged away like a child being punished.

It was humiliating, beyond insulting, but he didn’t care. He was probably delirious from the pain by now.

But he grabbed my face with his hands, as if he was going to fight until the end. He even groped my face to try to poke my eyes.

-Woojijik!

“Ugh!”

So I gave it another body blow. It sounded really good.

I shoved the guy back before delivering the final blow. Uro stumbled and barely managed to regain his balance.

“Ugh······ Ugh······ Huh······”

I’m about to suffocate. I should have just hit him moderately.

I waited quietly until Uro caught his breath. Shouldn’t I listen to his final words?

As some time passed, Uro’s breathing gradually stabilized.

Then, his head, which had fallen down, slowly rose. His eyes glared at me as if he was going to kill me.

“Ewww!!”

Uro shouted so loudly that the training ground shook. The training ground became quiet at his shout.

Thanks to that, I could clearly hear what the guy was shouting.

“You fucking caveman! Do you know who I am?!”

“··· ···”

“I am a family that you can’t compare with! The great Sigurd’s······! Argh?!”

The guy didn’t even finish his sentence.

-Bam! Bam! Bam!

I grabbed her ankles and slammed them into the ground one after another like I was shaking out laundry.

Checking if they’re alive in the middle is a bonus.

“Uhh······?”

You’re alive.

Then I have to hit you more.

-Bam! Bang!

The fight ended with two more final punches, causing a small crack to form in the floor.

I looked down at Uro, who was lying there as if dead. His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn’t figure out what was happening.

He’s not dead. He’s just unconscious. He won’t be able to wake up for a while though.

“The head of the household is weak.”

I said cynically. With this, the Bouwar family is now incapable of fighting.

Then, there was only one person left. At that moment, that person was also slowly rising from the VIP seat.

-Phew!

A man who jumps high into the sky as soon as he gets up from the VIP seat.

Soon, with a bang, he appeared proudly in the training ground, sending sandstorms flying.

A warrior with blood-red hair that grows like a lion’s mane, and a thick body with large and small scars carved into it.

He was naked and unarmed, but the intimidating feeling was so strong that it made him tense up. At least he needed to be tense.

“You did a really cool job.”

Hector, the King of Tartar and Destroyer, smiled contentedly. His face was filled with anticipation.

Just as he was about to quietly assume a fighting stance, Hector reached out and stopped him.

When I wondered why, Hector pointed somewhere and said.

“Hey, pick up that trash over there. If you don’t want to pay a fine.”

“··· ···”

“You made it.”

I followed the king’s orders obediently.