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 he was

at that

felt something

started to

as he

was

“Ugh!”

that was choking him. The man with the white glove easily pulled his body forward. The bandit

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

was coldness and annoyance in

he held a greatsword in his

man calmly asked the bandit leader

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

bandit leader’s body that was falling down was slammed to the side. The side of the dagger had struck the bandit leader’s body,

Baaaaang!

slammed against the

The ground is shaking! Hold

“Hey, hold onto me!”

bandits who were leaning over the wooden fence held on for dear

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

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

“Two more hits.”

a new pair of

“Ugh.”

the shape of his body on the wooden fence. But as someone who was born with a naturally gifted physique, there was not a single injury on his

still shaken up from

“What the hell?”

on the bandit

internal organs that were still

be strong. However, he never expected them to be this strong. He looked

people

just needed to defeat these strong

the other hand, Cale

definitely the

this bandit leader as he and Toonka seemed to be the same type of person, however, this guy couldn’t

why

master-nim, isn’t

you asking such an obvious

obvious question as he

talented in using

opposite as he used

path using the

fought silently even while

spotless and clean as his outfit. His

as if he was beautifully

on the human body that would

a combination of all

Baaaaang!

could see the axe flying away as Beacrox’s palm headed for the bandit leader’s

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

bandit leader fell forward after being hit in the back. Anger

weak. He was too

he had done as a young gladiator in order to

grabbed a handful of dirt

matter if it was unfair. It

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

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

bandit leader started to

at least do this to

toward Beacrox's eyes. He felt as

air as the bandit

Boom.

a loud noise, however, the bandit leader laughed on the ground as he looked toward Beacrox who was covered in dirt. The originally spotless noble-like man seemed extremely shabby

voice

feel sorry

‘What?’

the bandit leader felt something was

wish to

dirt-covered Beacrox’s vicious eyes

“W, what?!”

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

Puuk.

the ground as Beacrox’s angry eyes

off his

Plop. Plop.

white gloves were flung to the ground. Beacrox then started to speak to the bandit

will not kill you or make you bleed. I will

‘What? Torture?’

up a finger as the bandit leader looked back at

One.

hit that he