Trash of the Count's Family

It became completely quiet at that moment. However, that silence was soon broken by someone’s loud laughter.

“Hahaha! You're going to capture me and beat me up? Ahahaha, ah, you are really funny bastards.”

Boom. The large axe on his arm slammed down on the ground. The bandit leader started to glare at Cale.

“I hate weaklings who boss other people around the most.”

He was from somewhere that kept slaves locked up and made them fight.

The Gladiator Arena.

It was the place he had to fight against his sworn younger brother. His younger brother had made him smile up to the day of the fight.

The bandit leader had to survive at the arena since he was 12 years old.

The bastards that made him fight against his sworn younger brother were weaklings who only gave orders with their fingers.

“It feels good when I kill those types of bastards!”

His large body started to move.

“Gasp!”

The bandit who Cale was consoling gasped after seeing the bandit leader heading over toward him with the large axe. The axe was the size of an average adult.

It was the symbol of the bandit leader’s immense strength as well as a source of fear for the others. Even merchants would get scared when they saw this axe.

‘A, am I going to die? Do I need to dodge?’

All sorts of thoughts clashed in the bandit’s head as he felt his body freeze up. However, he heard someone's voice at that moment.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

The bandit turned his head.

He could see a look of being unfairly judged on the face of the red-haired man.

‘He thinks it is an unfair judgment?’

The bandit found it to be odd, but Cale truly felt he was wronged.

‘Only sit back and give orders?’

Cale wished he had such a life. Why would he come all the way to the Eastern continent if he could live that way? He would roll in bed and never get up.

Cale was more emotional than ever from feeling wronged as he reached his hand out.

Baaaaang!

A loud explosion echoed through the mountain.

The bandit looked forward with his jaws dropped in shock. He could see Cale. He could also see the shield coming out of Cale's body.

The axe was blocked by the shield.

It did not manage to even leave a tiny scratch on the shield.

The bandit leader put some more strength into his hands.

He could see the red-haired man looking at him from the other side of the shield. He didn’t know if this shield was made of magic or something else, however, his palm became numb the moment his axe struck it.

He was born with a naturally gifted body. That was why he had never felt pain or that he did not have enough strength. He was even able to win against most middle-grade knights. However, he felt that his strength was lacking for the first time in his life.

The corners of his mouth started to go up.

“Hehehe.”

He could see the cold gaze of the man on the other side of the shield.

Yes, it was this feeling.

Gladiator.

There was something that allowed someone like him who could originally not even lift a sword to rise up from the bottom.

It was not his gifted strength but this sensation.

The type of excitement you feel when you are walking on a tightrope.

In the end, he had killed that sworn brother of his. He had felt sorrow as well as excitement the moment he killed his sworn brother. There was the sorrow that he was now alone. However, there was the excitement that he had won against his sworn brother who was stronger than him.

He had realized that he was a crazy bastard.

“Hehehe.”

A bright smile appeared on his face.

“You weren’t a weakling. You were strong as well.”

He could see the red-haired man opening his mouth to speak.

“You can’t even reach his ankles.”

‘What?’

Cale continued on as the bandit leader’s eyes became full of confusion.

sorry for

‘Who?’

talking about someone else when

was at that

felt something

to get

as he twisted

he was already too

“Ugh!”

him. The man with the white glove easily pulled his body forward.

side. He could see a

was coldness and annoyance in the

he held a greatsword in

asked the bandit leader

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

to the side. The side of the dagger had

Baaaaang!

body slammed

The ground is shaking!

“Hey, hold onto me!”

leaning over the wooden fence held on for dear life as

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

the bandits but Beacrox did not care as he

“Two more hits.”

of white

“Ugh.”

the wooden fence. But as someone who was

were still shaken

“What the hell?”

evident on the bandit

up than his internal organs that were still shaking from

enemy to be strong. However, he never expected them to be this strong. He looked toward Beacrox who was approaching him and clenched his

such strong people show up at

started to smile as he pondered that question. He just needed to defeat these strong individuals. He could

the other hand, Cale

definitely the stronger

more from this bandit leader as he and Toonka seemed to be the same type

probably why

master-nim, isn’t

you asking such

Ron’s obvious question as he

was talented in using his dagger

opposite as he used

his own path using the knowledge passed down

fought silently even

style was as spotless and clean as his outfit. His style was fancier

as if he was beautifully decorating

knew the places on the

was a combination of all

Baaaaang!

heard. Cale could see the axe flying away

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

being hit in the back. Anger and intense pain were evident in

He was too

done as a young

dirt before his body hit the

if it was unfair. It was

before it hit the ground. The bandit leader made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand started to move. He heard the red-haired

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

leader started to

this to deserve the

was flung toward Beacrox's eyes. He felt

dirt was thrown into the air as the bandit

Boom.

on the ground as he looked toward Beacrox who was covered in dirt. The originally

heard the red-haired man’s voice once

feel sorry

‘What?’

the bandit leader felt something

wish

eyes glared toward the

“W, what?!”

after seeing the new vicious look

Puuk.

into the ground as Beacrox’s angry eyes

took off his white

Plop. Plop.

the ground. Beacrox then started to speak to the

not kill you or make you bleed. I will

‘What? Torture?’

as the bandit leader looked back at him

One.

could mean the one hit that he still had