Book: 2: 195

Book 2: Chapter 195

In the frozen atmosphere, it was Aram who regained his composure first.

“...I didn’t expect...”

He slowly fixed his hardened expression and spoke in a calm tone.

“...you to come here with your own two feet. And what’s this?”

He looked down at Hubi’s head which was still rocking slightly on the ground.

A hint of fear was visible in his wide eyes. He couldn’t help but be shocked. After all, this was the head of Hubi, a man who was given the moniker Midnight Reaper.

Hubi.

He had a relatively good relationship with Aram.

In fact, this was the case for all of Kangki’s henchmen.

This was because they were clearly aware of each other’s strengths and weaknesses. They acknowledged each other, and they would willingly lend a hand whenever difficult situations arose.

There was never any conflict between them because their areas of activity differed from each other.

Nevertheless, Aram wasn’t that affected by Hubi’s death.

And if their positions had been reversed, he was sure Hubi would be the same.

He put his foot on Hubi’s head.

Crunch!

The stench was more disgusting than the sliminess he felt beneath his feet.

Aram pretended to pinch his nose in disgust.

“How disgusting. From the smell, you must have killed him and left his corpse unattended for a while. Were you carrying his head around this entire time? Haha. I didn’t know you had a fetish like that.”

“...”

“Is there more to your performance? Or did you think we’d be scared after seeing Hubi’s head?”

“It was just a warning. But I’ll admit that it was different from my original plan”

“Hoh. What was your original plan?”

“I was going to hang it on top of Kangki’s castle.”

“...”

Those words were effective.

Not only Aram’s but also the other Fighters’ expressions became cold.

These were people who had already lost their pride as Fighters. For them, there was nothing more appropriate to hurt them than to insult the master they happily wagged their tails for.

“At the very least, you’re a champion of running your mouth.”

It wasn’t Aram.

It was Jaihum who opened his mouth with an angry expression on his face.

“I’m so annoyed I can’t take it anymore. Hey, coward, how dare you show up in front of us with a brave expression like that?”

“...”

The Fighters nodded and started spreading out. They moved so quietly and secretly that it was hard to imagine there were ten people moving at the same time.

In that same moment, Lukas also began making his move.

“Ha.”

Jaihum smirked widely.

This was because Lukas was walking towards him. His steps fell at the time as Jaihum’s as if they were in sync.

Jaihum never would have expected a Sorcerer to voluntarily narrow the distance between them.

“I really don’t know what’s wrong with your hea-”

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence.

“...k-, kuk!”

Instead, he felt an unimaginable pain in his stomach. It felt like his bones, muscles, and internal organs had all been destroyed.

His bulging eyes slowly looked down.

And he found Lukas’ arm buried into his stomach.

‘When?’

How did he move so fast? What was this power? Didn’t they say that he was a Sorcerer?

These questions appeared in his head one after the other before they eventually disappeared. To be more precise, they had no choice but to disappear.

Puk!

This was because Lukas raised his palm and struck Jaihum’s chin.

He was fortunate that his tongue wasn’t bitten off as his upper and lower jaws clashed violently together.

In his head, it felt like lightning flashed and thunder rolled.

Then, as he felt the pain of dozens of teeth being smashed at the same time, Jaihum’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.

“...”

Silence fell in the arena.

The scattered Fighters were all shocked by Lukas’ sudden approach and his even faster dispatch of Jaihum.

Pok!

Lukas kicked Jaihum’s body as it collapsed to the ground. His unconscious body flew in the sky on a parabolic path.

And Aram stood at the end of that path.

Kaytai appeared in front of him.

Paak!

Kaytai also kicked him to the side as if he were a piece of garbage.

Jaihum’s unconscious body rolled across the ground of the arena.

“You’re pretty strong.”

Aram muttered these words in a low voice.

He had kicked Jaihum’s body away like a used soda can.

(Note: Poor Jaihum)