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?’

as his opponent was talking about someone

was at

something

started to get the

leader flinched as he twisted

he was

“Ugh!”

The man with the white glove easily pulled his body

He could see a

was coldness and annoyance in the

he held a greatsword

the bandit leader

“Have you washed lately?”

“What bullshit- ugh!”

Pow!

side. The side of the dagger had struck the bandit leader’s body, delivering the shock through

Baaaaang!

slammed against the wooden

ground is shaking!

“Hey, hold onto me!”

fence held on for dear life as they could not hide

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

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

“Two more hits.”

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 physique, there was not a single injury

internal organs were still shaken

“What the hell?”

on the

was more shaken up than his internal

expected them to be this strong. He looked toward Beacrox who was approaching him and clenched his axe once

people show up

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

Cale let out

is definitely the stronger

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

probably why he

master-nim, isn’t Beacrox

you asking

obvious question as he observed

talented in using his dagger for

opposite as he used a

path using the knowledge passed down from his

was someone who fought silently even while

sword style was as spotless and clean as his

if he was

if he knew the places on the

style was a combination of all of

Baaaaang!

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

Pow!

“That’s two.”

“Ugh!”

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

He

was why he recalled what he had done as a young gladiator in

a handful of dirt before

unfair. It was his way

ground. The bandit leader made eye contact with Beacrox and his hand

“Huh?”

He sounded shocked.

bandit leader started

to at least do this to

Beacrox's eyes. He

as the bandit leader’s

Boom.

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

the red-haired man’s voice

sorry

‘What?’

was the moment the bandit leader felt something was

you wish to

vicious eyes glared toward the bandit

“W, what?!”

felt his body turn stiff after seeing the new vicious look in

Puuk.

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

took off his white

Plop. Plop.

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

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

‘What? Torture?’

as the bandit leader

One.

that he still had left,