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?’

opponent was talking about someone else when he was standing right there. He

at

felt something behind

to get

flinched as he

he was already too

“Ugh!”

him. The man with

to the side. He could see a man’s gaze as

and annoyance in

spotless as he held a greatsword in his

calmly asked the bandit leader a

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

slammed to the side. The side of the dagger had struck the bandit leader’s body, delivering the

Baaaaang!

body slammed

The ground is

“Hey, hold onto me!”

held on

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

of the bandits but Beacrox did not care as he looked toward Cale. Cale opened his mouth

“Two more hits.”

new pair of white gloves as he

“Ugh.”

raised himself up from the ground. There was a giant dent in the shape of his body on the wooden fence. But

still

“What the hell?”

was evident on the bandit

was more shaken up than his internal organs that were still shaking from

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

strong people

clenched his fist and started to smile as he pondered that question. He just needed to

hand, Cale let out a

definitely the stronger

he and Toonka seemed to be the same type of person, however, this guy

that was probably why he was a

master-nim, isn’t Beacrox

you asking

obvious question

in using his

the opposite as he used a

had created his own path using the

silently

as his outfit. His style was fancier than most

he was

on the human body that would hurt the

sword style was a combination of

Baaaaang!

loud noise could be heard. Cale could see the axe flying away as Beacrox’s palm

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

fell forward after being hit in the back. Anger and intense

felt weak. He

he recalled what he had done as a young

handful of dirt before his body hit

was unfair. It was his

it hit the ground. The bandit leader made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand started

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

bandit leader started to

need to at least do this to

hand was flung toward Beacrox's eyes. He felt

into the air as the bandit leader’s body hit the

Boom.

the bandit leader laughed on the ground as he looked toward Beacrox

man’s voice once more at that

feel sorry

‘What?’

moment the bandit leader felt

you wish to

vicious eyes glared toward the

“W, what?!”

seeing the new vicious look in Beacrox’s eyes. The large sword

Puuk.

stabbed deep into the ground as Beacrox’s angry eyes continued to

off

Plop. Plop.

ground. Beacrox then started to speak

or make you bleed. I will not even torture

‘What? Torture?’

a finger as the bandit leader looked back at him

One.

hit that he still had left, however, Beacrox meant something