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.

feel sorry

‘Who?’

someone else when he was standing right

was at that

felt something

started to get the

as

was already too

“Ugh!”

There was a hand in a white glove that was choking him. The man with the white glove easily pulled his body forward. The bandit leader tried to

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

coldness and annoyance in

man looked spotless as he held

calmly asked the bandit leader

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

was slammed to the side. The side of

Baaaaang!

bandit leader’s body slammed against

The ground is

“Hey, hold onto me!”

held on for dear life as they could not

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

bandits but Beacrox did not care

“Two more hits.”

sighed and put on a new pair of white gloves as he

“Ugh.”

the shape of his body on the wooden fence. But as someone who was born with a naturally gifted

were still shaken up from the

“What the hell?”

evident on the bandit leader’s

his internal organs that were still shaking

He looked toward Beacrox who was approaching him and clenched his axe once again. His hands were

such strong people show up at

He just needed to defeat these strong individuals. He could feel that excitement again if

the other hand, Cale let

definitely the

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

probably why

master-nim, isn’t Beacrox

are you asking

responded to Ron’s obvious question as he observed

was talented in using his dagger

Beacrox was the opposite

using

silently

style was as spotless and clean as his outfit. His

was as if he was beautifully decorating

as if he knew the places on the

style was a combination

Baaaaang!

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

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

fell forward after being hit in the back. Anger

felt weak. He was

done as a young

a handful of dirt before his

matter if it was unfair. It was his way of

made eye contact with Beacrox and

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

leader started to

this to deserve

was flung toward Beacrox's eyes. He felt as if he needed to do this to feel

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

Boom.

the ground as he looked toward Beacrox who was covered

man’s voice once

sorry for

‘What?’

the moment the bandit leader felt something

you wish to

Beacrox’s vicious eyes glared toward the

“W, what?!”

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

Puuk.

the ground as Beacrox’s angry eyes continued to stare

took off his

Plop. Plop.

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

kill you or make you bleed.

‘What? Torture?’

the bandit leader looked

One.

could mean the one hit that he still had left, however, Beacrox meant something