Chapter 161: One vs Ten

"Next!" yelled the soldier.

One by one, the townspeople left with a bowl filled with melted rice in their hands.

Only a dozen people had left, and the bucket was still half-filled.

A woman approached them for the food, but she had no bowl with her.

"Where is your bowl?!" the soldier yelled.

"It… was stolen," the woman replied.

The soldier glanced at the guards and nodded.

The guards nodded back and took out their whips to whip the woman.

"You ungrateful bastards!" the guard yelled as he whipped the woman and drove her away.

"How cruel," Asteria muttered.

'According to my guess, it seems that this kingdom or whatever was attacked by a foreign kingdom, and they took control over this kingdom.' 

Nero's guess was correct. Not long ago, the kingdom was attacked, but not in a war. 

The king's loyal knight betrayed him and took control of the throne, which resulted in chaos.

People were kicked out of their own houses. The rich ones were treated kindly, while the poor ones lost everything and became slaves.

"Humans," Nero murmured.

Only two people had left to receive the food, although only one had a bowl.

It was a woman who looked in her early twenties and a kid who looked seven years old.

"Heh!" the soldier smirked with a lusty look on his face and licked his lips before saying, "You look beautiful."

The woman moved the bowl in her hand and uttered, "Food… please."

"I said something to you!" the soldier yelled 

*Leave it, Jacky." The guard spoke and pointed his gaze at the kid, "Look, she has a kid at this early age. Who knows how many guys she has been with."

"But her face looks beautiful, isn't it?"

"Don't go after the face; you need to look at the body," the second guard replied.

"You are right!" The third guard approached the woman and grabbed her head with her hair: "Hey! Strip."

"I am only here for the food. Give me food, please. My son is hungry."

The guard moved his hand down to the woman's face and yelled, "I said strip!"

"If you strip, and if we like your body, then we will give you all the food."

"Not only food. If your body is as nice as your face, we will have some fun for the night, and we will give you one gold coin," the fourth guard uttered.

The woman moved the bowl to the soldier and said, "Food, please."

The guard's face twitched in anger as she pushed the woman to the ground.

He unsheathed his sword and yelled, "You bitch! How dare you ignore our request! We are feeding you! We are providing you food for free, and yet you still don't do what we say?!"

The guard swung his sword at the woman, and the next second, the guard's body fell on the ground.

*CLANK!* 

The sword fell to the ground.

"Wha—!"

The kid, who looked to be seven years old, punched the guard in the stomach and pierced his hand through the guard's body.

"Kill this kid!"

All the guards dashed at the kid with a sword in their hands.

The kid grabbed the sword from the ground and fought with the guards.

Even though he was just a kid, he was overwhelming the five skilled sword fighters.

He was jumping and dodging the guards' attacks as though he had years of experience in fighting.

The remaining four soldiers who were serving the food also dashed at the kid.

The kid threw the sword at one soldier and killed him.

"Someone grab him! I will cut his head!" one of the guards yelled.

The kid didn't have a sword or any weapon to fight back, but he didn't look anxious.

He cracked his fingers and beckoned the guards.

"You bastards!" 

The guards dashed at him at once and swung their sword from different directions— in a way that the kid couldn't dodge or jump.

But, instead of dodging or jumping, the kid dashed at the guards and fought with them with his bare hands.

He was moving so fast that the guards couldn't catch sight of him.

"I can't believe a kid is fighting like that," Emilia awed.

Nero squinted his eyes and quietly watched the kid fighting eight sword fighters at once.

'This kid sure knows how to fight.'

Nero's eyes widened as he found the fighting style familiar for some reason.

'Karate?! No... it's not only karate; he is using all sorts of martial arts.'

'Taekwondo. Krav Maga. Muay Thai. Aikido. Kung Fu. Tai Chi. Hapkido. Jujutsu. Jiu Jutsu. Tai Jutsu. And I can't remember the rest of the names.'

'Is this common fighting style of martial arts in this world?' He wondered but then shook his head and thought, 'No. There is no way.'

'This kid is from my world. He is reincarnated from my world.'

As Nero was lost in his thoughts, the kid had already killed five more guards.

"You—!" He killed one more.

"Only two guards left now," Asteria commented.

The kid clapped his hand loudly and jumped in the air. He wrapped his tiny legs around the guard's head and clapped on his face. 

The guard's face was squished under the kid's hand as the guard's eyes and teeth fell out.

The kid then glared at the last remaining soldier and asserted, "How dare you touch her with your filthy hand!"

It was the same guard who pulled the woman's hair and pushed her to the ground.

The kid kicked the guard on his knees, and the guard fell to the ground as his knee bone shattered.

The kid grabbed the guard's head with his hair— the same way the guard grabbed the woman's hair.

Then, the kid pushed the guard to the ground and crushed his skull under his feet.

"There is no way a seven-year-old can have this much strength; even if skilled, he shouldn't have such physical strength," Sophia remarked.

Nero walked to the kid and stood in front of him.

The kid glared into Nero's eyes with a frowned face, and Nero did the same.

Nero opened his mouth to ask something, but the kid stepped back and stumbled on his feat.

"M-M-Master Z-Zeus?!" the kid stuttered.