Lightning Is the Only Way

"What do you mean with you lost? You haven't even used your, so-called, Will-Aura. I've fought with my full strength, yet you didn't. It was obviously my loss," Jeros announced loudly.

The bandits were shocked, but soon they realized that Jeros was right. They had felt Gravis' Will-Aura before, and they knew how oppressive it felt. One didn't have to have extensive fighting experience to know how strongly it would suppress them. In the end, the bandits agreed with Jeros. The fight would have gone completely different if Gravis released his Will-Aura. Like this, their astonishment for Gravis only increased.

Gravis smiled bitterly. "This was a spar, not a fight. If you fought for your life, you would have also fought differently. We can't determine a winner through a simple spar."

"You're wrong," Jeros sighed. "Not everyone is as used to life and death battles as you. I can say with certainty that I have used my full strength. Spars and true fights are the same thing for me," Jeros looked bitterly at the sky. "Maybe that's the difference between you and me. I've lived in peace for too long and have forgotten how it feels to be close to dying."

Gravis was astonished. It was hard to accept that someone else was stronger. Gravis was really impressed by Jeros' strength of will. Jeros had lots of fighting experience and didn't shy away from acknowledging his own weak points. All in all, he was an impressive fighter.

Gravis sighed too. He saw himself in Jeros. If Gravis ever lost his drive, would this be what he would become? A person with a lot of fighting experience, yet crippled of the drive to move forward? Someone who lived comfortably and was okay with where he currently was?

However, Gravis also saw longing and regret in Jeros. Jeros obviously wanted to become stronger, yet he lost the drive to risk his life. Gravis felt the regret in Jeros and wished to never arrive at Jeros' position.

prepared to risk his life, he would be fine for a while, but eventually, he would find himself in a weaker position than people who lived on the edge of

live longer if he didn't risk his life, but he would never reach

into Martial Arts when you reach Body City. Having your own fighting style is important and impressive, but don't neglect your ancestor's teachings. They have lived for much longer than you and have accumulated more fighting experience. You should buy

created fighting techniques that he couldn't create himself. It would help him immensely in furthering his own fighting

need a place to return to, you can always come

have a guild?" Gravis asked

a guild! How else would we be able to enforce all the rules that a bandit should follow?" Jeros laughed lightly. "You're a

behind Jeros. If Gravis accepted his invitation, he would either have to stop moving forward, or Jeros, and maybe even the whole Bandit Guild, would die. Gravis clenched his teeth and

sorry. I can't," he said through

furrowed his brows. What's the issue with

really sorry," Gravis said

his hand back. "I see genuine regret in your eyes. I might not understand, but I believe that you have

he felt ashamed. Rejecting heartfelt feelings was difficult, and Gravis wished he could accept. With the return of his loneliness, his hatred for

your posts! The merchants won't extort themselves!" shouted Jeros suddenly to the bandits. They quickly perked up and started running away in different directions. All of them sent one last