Chapter 97: Who Would Object!

Chapter 97: Who Would Object!

Gulp.

Bahara soldiers, including Yamanta, gulped nervously. Ian was obviously not yet an adult. But a crushing pressure was seeping out of his small figure.

‘It’s not simply because our bodies are weakened.’

Ian’s figure riding the Blue Emperor truly looked majestic, reminiscent of a king. But that alone wasn’t enough to drag Yamanta around like this.

Instead, he sneered and yelled at Ian.

“How laughable! The Great Warrior duel should be honorable. But you deliberately injured me so you can fight me!”

“I will give you as much time to rest as you want.”

“!?”

Yamanta was greatly taken aback.

He understood what this brat was saying.

[I’m confident I will win even if you’re in your normal condition.]

His eyes instantly flared up with killing intent.

“You dare to look down on this Yamanta who has taken the place of the lord of the Molar Castle himself?!”

Rather, Ian responded with a cold gaze.

“I am the seventh prince of Kaistein. I came all the way here on my own and managed to capture the Molar Castle. You’re the first to look down on me, Yamanta.”

“What?”

“If you want to be respected, show your respect first. No, you people have this saying in Bahara. If you want to be respected, show your skills first. I’ve only seen you running away like a coward.”

“...”

Only at Ian’s words did he shut his mouth.

Because he wasn’t wrong. Everything in Bahara was determined by power. Talking like this was unlike a Bahara warrior.

Actually, he tried to buy some time to restore his physical strength by talking.

Instead, he was dancing to Ian’s tune.

‘That bastard...’

If he wasted any more time, rumors would go around that he was a coward who ran away because he was scared of a little boy.

Thus, Yamanta gritted his teeth.

“All right. Give me a moment to heal, then I will fight you fair and square. Ten minutes will do.”

First, he needed to find time to pull himself together.

However, Ian’s answer left him stunned.

“I will give you an hour.”

“!?”

It was like he was showing sympathy to the enemy.

Yamanta gritted his teeth and turned back. He would bring his body condition back to normal, even if only by a little bit. He suffered some burns, but his stamina should recover in no time.

And at that time, he was determined to crush him completely.

***

Like Yamanta, Ian turned back. He drove Blue Emperor toward his own camp. Then he got off his horse and began to warm up.

There was an hour left.

He had to be fully prepared before that.

However, Fiosen spoke worriedly to Ian, who was warming up.

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It was because Ian insisted that he would fight the duel himself.

It wasn’t just Fiosen. Galon and other soldiers also approached him.

“Sir Fiosen is right. It’s too risky.”

“Please let us fight for you. If you get hurt, it will be a really big problem.”

“Rather, please let me out! I will fight with your banner, Your Highness!”

Except for the Bahara soldiers, all of them had been fighting together since Labadom. Most of them were inspired by Ian’s performance. Everyone was crying that they would fight on Ian’s behalf.

But it was then.

“I guess you don’t trust us.”

Nathan, who had come down from the castle before they knew it, opened his mouth coldly.

At his remarks, Fiosen raised his voice in panic.

“Nathan!”

“Why? Was I wrong? But it’s simply unthinkable that the prince is going to fight. What have you been doing not stopping him? Is it because you don’t know who the lord of the Molar Castle is?”

“Kugh...”

Fiosen let out a sigh at Nathan’s sarcasm.

It was because he was also responsible for not stopping Ian in advance. No, actually, the biggest problem was the identity of the other person.

Yamanta.

He was a general whose fame had earned him the nickname “Bahara’s Bulwark.” Although he had a fiery temperament, he was a veteran who had blocked Kaistein without fail until now.

Sure, he was fooled by Ian’s provocation and made a big blunder. He had also suffered unreasonable losses.

But that didn’t mean that his skills were going anywhere.

Duke Lavaltor even recognized his bravery in the past.

It was no wonder Nathan was being sarcastic.

“I can’t believe you’re going to fight such a man. Are you really serious?”

“Please reconsider, Your Highness.”

Even Galon pleaded to him with serious eyes.

However, Ian’s answer had not changed.

“No. This is what I have to do.”

At some point.

Contrary to his determination to live differently from his previous life, he relied on others again.

It wasn’t on Galon only.

Clang!

An incredible sound from the collision of a sword and an axe, which was raging like a volcano, resounded.

No, it wasn’t just the sound.

“H... How!”

The shining royal sword blew away Yamanta’s axe.

Yamanta couldn’t believe his eyes.

‘How the hell did you have such power? To blow away the axe that I have risked my everything so lightly!’

Although he was injured, his strike contained enough force to blow away such a small child.

It was even more unbelievable to deflect this enormous power that could shatter even a sword to bits. This fact couldn’t have been more shocking for Yamanta, who had never let go of his axe in his entire life.

However, he didn’t become the lord of the Molar Castle because of his strength only.

“You think you can defeat me with something like this!”

He was no longer bound by the axe.

Likewise, Ian had poured all his energy to knock out the axe. After checking that the royal sword had not yet returned to its owner, Yamanta lunged at Ian.

He intended to blow away this prince with his huge fist.

In fact, Ian could not avoid his fist.

‘I won!’

Yamanta didn’t know what kind of trick Ian did. However, no matter how great Ian was, there was no way he could avoid the fist imbued with Resolve at this distance.

It was right when Yamanta’s mouth curled up, sure of his victory.

BAAM!

Ian hit Yamanta’s fist with his forehead.

Instead of dodging, he rushed toward Yamanta’s fist, which was said to be capable of crushing even a giant rock easily.

“You... you madman! But that’s your mistake!”

However, Yamanta’s fist failed to send Ian flying, as if something was blocking it. Far from knocking Ian down, he couldn’t push him back a single step.

No, rather, it was Yamanta who fell.

Crash!

“Aaargh!”

His arms burst from the immense impact.

It felt as if his fist, which could bend even steel walls, had been shattered.

Of course, Ian wasn’t unscathed either.

Drip.

Blood flowed from Ian’s torn forehead. It trickled from his forehead, down to his nose and chin.

Drip drip.

However, Ian did not wipe his blood, nor did he cry in pain. As if it was only a natural measure to win.

He began to walk step by step toward the fallen Yamanta.

At that point, Yamanta showed a rather sorry sight.

“D, don’t come! Don’t come!”

‘What the hell is he! What’s with him!’

His reaction was only normal.

Yamanta had been fighting Kaistein in the Molar Castle all his life. Now, he was facing an insane surge of bloodlust that even he could not handle.

If he made a single move, it felt like his throat would be severed.

Normally, he would move with the determination to cut Ian’s neck.

Strangely, however, he couldn’t do so this time.

‘Did I get intimidated by such a kid?’

But, otherwise, this situation could not be explained. In fact, his legs were frozen stiff as if he was frightened by something.

No, it was like being thrown in front of a vicious beast that should never be touched.

As Yamanta was petrified.

Chuck!

Ian’s sword pointed at Yamanta’s neck.

At that moment, Yamanta sensed his own defeat.

“I lost...”

He had never felt such a sense of defeat all his life. Even he had never felt such humiliation when he was defeated by Arak, the First Warrior. Therefore, he bowed his head in acknowledgment of defeat.

But Ian was not satisfied.

Shiiing!

He raised the sword as it was aimed at Yamanta.

The place where his sword was directed was the remaining Bahara soldiers. No, not just Yamanta and his retreating soldiers. It was the direction where all of the Bahara soldiers, whom Ian had taken prisoner, were in.

Ian shouted at them.

“Who would object to my victory!”

Despite Ian’s shout, Bahara soldiers could not say anything.

But everyone knew. That Ian would never have mercy on Yamanta.

Nevertheless, they couldn’t believe that Bahara’s Bulwark had lost to Ian, who was nothing more than a nobody.

Therefore, Ian shouted one more time.

“Anyone who has an objection to this fight! Come out! I will deal with him no matter who he is!”

But at Ian’s continuous shout.

Thud!

Bahara soldiers all dropped their weapons.

And, following the etiquette that had been passed down since ancient times, they began to take a posture that should be directed to the victor of the Great Warrior duel.

In the dark night.

In front of a castle illuminated only by bonfires.

All the soldiers of Kaistein and Bahara bowed toward Ian.