Chapter 354.7

Chapter 354.7

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“Huh? What the?! Hey!!! Let go of me, oi!”

A person’s lower body strength was supposed to be stronger than arm strength, but the man’s leg couldn’t break free from George’s grip even when he struggled frantically.

“I will let you go if you forget all this and go home obediently, alright...?”

George said nonchalantly.

“HuH? Don’t mess with me! Like hell I will admit defeat...?”

When hearing the man’s answer, George slowly straddled the man’s left leg he was grabbing, sandwiched it between his legs, then with experienced movements, also grabbed the man’s right leg, entangled it with his own, and fell backward.

It was the so-called figure-four leglock.

‘Just how often I practiced this on my younger brother Peita in our previous life...’ George suddenly felt a little nostalgic. [TL: Peita, you poor kid...]

“!? Ow! OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH!”

The man who was seized with a locking technique yelled out in pain.

“?”

”Hey, whatcha doin’? Aiden? Are you messin’ around?”

That’s right, the four-figure leglock locking technique was a technique that didn’t exist in this world.

The man was in agony from the pain, confusion, and fear he experienced for the first time. However, no matter how the man called Aiden yelled in pain, nobody could understand nor imagine the pain he currently felt.

“I don’t really get what’s happening, but George-sama’s awesomeee!”

Looking at the man yelling in pain, the children clamored, “More! We want to see more!” excitedly and incited George.

Pinning techniques are fun to watch when executed beautifully.

“I-I-I-I give up! Please. I’m begging you, release meeee!”

When George released them, the duo, who was originally confident in their skills, fled.

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“Sorry, you’ve really saved us there. But I hope you can stop poking your nose into dangerous situations next time.”

“My heart can’t take it.” Harold admonished George.

“You worried too much, Mr. Harold. The opponents are humans and won’t spout fire, breathe poisonous fog, or explode, so it’s totally fine, I’m tellin’ you.”

As a borderland child who normally faced monsters, George replied casually with a light laugh.

“You see, every human’s vital parts are the same. Whether you hit, slash, spin, stretch, or twist their body, they will be injured, so you don’t have to use your brain to fight them...

They won’t bounce back when hit, split and multiply if slashed, let out smelly stuff when spun, change colors when stretched, or bear children when twisted like monsters, will they?”

“...y-yeah.”

They lived in different worlds.

Harold swore in his heart that he would never go to the borderland.