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?’

bandit leader started to frown as his opponent was talking about someone else when he was

was at that

something

started to get

leader flinched as he twisted

he was

“Ugh!”

back. There was a hand in a white glove that was choking him. The man with the white glove easily

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

was coldness and

man looked spotless as he held a greatsword in his gloved

calmly asked the bandit leader

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

side of the dagger had struck the bandit leader’s body, delivering the shock through his entire

Baaaaang!

leader’s body slammed against the wooden

is shaking!

“Hey, hold onto me!”

on for dear life

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

emotions filled the faces of the bandits but Beacrox did not care as he looked toward

“Two more hits.”

new pair of white gloves

“Ugh.”

up from the ground. There was a giant dent in the shape of his body on the wooden fence. But as someone who was born with a

his internal organs were still

“What the hell?”

was evident on the bandit

his internal organs that were still shaking from

them to be this strong. He looked toward Beacrox who

strong people show up at Mount

to smile as he pondered that question. He just needed to

the other hand, Cale

definitely

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

that was probably why he was

master-nim, isn’t

are you asking such an

Ron’s obvious question as he observed

in using

the opposite as he used a

created his own path using the

fought silently even while

clean as his outfit. His style was

if he

he knew the places on the human body that would

style was a combination of all

Baaaaang!

heard. Cale could see the axe flying

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

fell forward after being hit in the back. Anger and intense pain were evident in his

He

what he had done as

grabbed a handful of dirt before his

didn't matter if it was unfair. It

the ground. The bandit leader made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand started to move.

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

leader

this to deserve the title of Indomitable

eyes. He felt

air as the

Boom.

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

red-haired man’s voice

feel sorry for

‘What?’

the moment the bandit leader felt something

wish to

Beacrox’s vicious eyes glared

“W, what?!”

vicious look in Beacrox’s eyes. The

Puuk.

greatsword was stabbed deep into the ground as Beacrox’s angry eyes continued to stare at the bandit

off his white

Plop. Plop.

the ground. Beacrox then started to speak

will not kill you or make you bleed. I will not

‘What? Torture?’

bandit leader looked back at him with

One.

mean the one hit that he