Chapter 48 - My Name Is Medivh (5)

After the young man's words, Lisa's body shook slightly and then replied with her trembling voice: "Very well Young Mas... Medivh."

After the woman responded, she slowly stood up and turned to the group of seven, waiting for the young man's orders, unleashing an intimidating profound aura that harbored a terrifying urge to kill towards the group of seven. 

The young man first looked at the woman named Lisa and smiled. He then gazed to the group of seven and said in a harsh tone of voice as he looked back at them with his earnest face: "Emma, these seven are the ones who have robbed and battered the weak. I'll leave these to you. Kill them all, but find out where their superiors are before you do. Kill all those bastards who bully weak people and steal their hard-earned money just because they're stronger than them. Do not let any of them survive. Also, if you can, give the people whose money has been stolen by them with more money without revealing who you are. I'll pay for all the money you've spent. I'm going to an arena called Kastor. The rest is entrusted to you."

"Your command has been heard and will be carried out, Young Master."

After the young man's words, the group of seven, and the cold woman's voice in response to him, knowing that the woman named Emma would not easily call him by his name like the woman named Lisa, the young man sighed and started moving out of the street to Kastor.

When he advanced and came to the people in the group of seven, the man at the front of the group shuddered and began to beg: "Young... Young Master, we beg your forgiveness. We were too blind to understand your superiority. I beg you, please forgive us. And you said you do not like to stay indebted to the people. For the sake of my kindness earlier, I beg you to ignore this time."

As the man pleaded, the young man walked past them without stopping and spoke in a stern tone as he made his way to the exit of the street: "I don't like to stay indebted to people. I meant what I said. But those who bully people who are weaker than themselves, in terms of profound power just because they are strong, are not as valuable as I would call them human beings. If you had attacked me when I gave you a choice, at least you would have died painlessly with your pride that you didn't have. I'm not despicable enough to help you or forgive you, I'm sorry."

After leaving the street, the young man ignored the wretched screams coming from behind and headed towards Kastor, reaching Kastor's entrance after a walk of about twenty minutes.

The young man went inside without wasting any time, and after giving the entry fee to the attendants at the entrance, he headed to the section where the fights were being watched. When he entered the section where the matches were being watched, a middle-aged man with a spear and a young man with twin swords was fighting inside the arena. The young man named Medivh looked and examined around, then turned his gaze to the people fighting and began to watch them.

The middle-aged man, one of the two men fighting, who wielded long spears was relatively molded in shape and had about two meters of height. Although he did not look too old in appearance, he had a dented face. There were rare black strands in his hair and the glow in his eyes seemed to have faded a long time ago. This man had a temperament that could make someone who saw him for the first time think of him as someone who had no purpose of living.

His rival, on the other hand, was a young man wielding two twin swords, who appeared to be fifteen to sixteen years old, and had an expression that seemed not fully immature on his handsome face. His long hair was gathered at the back of his head. That was, his hair did not get in his sight after his nimble moves. This young man was about twenty to twenty-five centimeters shorter than his opponent in height but, thanks to his age and thinner body, he continued to give his opponent some trouble by moving fast.

In the battle between the middle-aged man and the young man, while the middle-aged man's profound power was in the third level of the elementary profound realm, the young man's level of profound power was in the fourth level of the Profound realm. So in terms of profound power, the young man was ahead, but in the fight, unexpectedly, the middle-aged man had the upper hand. The middle-aged man used the advantage of his long spear to make powerful attacks. In return, his opponent, the young man, evaded the spear attacks with quick maneuvers and sometimes, used his twin sword to defend.

The young man named Medivh watched the fight between them for about five minutes, and during those five minutes, the young man with high profound power had only attacked three times.  All three attacks had come in the abdominal cavity of his rival, the middle-aged man, but had not caused much damage. On the other hand, a total of twenty-three attacks by the middle-aged man hit the young man, and two of these attacks caused blood to spill out from the young man's mouth.

After the young man named Medivh watched the fight for about five minutes, the audience around him began tossing some words:

"Pff... Another one-sided match. I can't really tell if this kid is a genius or an imbecile."

"At first I called him a genius. After all, in just three months, he's gone up four levels. But even if he gets so high in such a short period of time, even someone in the first level of profound power can beat him in terms of combat capability."

"It is even told that his first two fights were rigged games."

"How long do I have to watch this game? This kid's game is always one-sided and he always loses. What's the point of watching a fight where I know the outcome and how it's going to go?"

"Don't say that I want that boy to win. He doesn't know how to fight, so he keeps losing. Do you not see it? He's always attacking the same spots. Otherwise, how is it possible that someone who has so much level in such a short period of time could be so weak?"

While conversations were going on around the young man named Medivh was focusing his attention on the fight rather than the talks. Most of the spectators thought the match had gone one-sided and the superior side was clearly the middle-aged man. There were even a lot of people who were sure the young man would be defeated as a result of the fight. Most of the spectators did not want to watch such a fight, and many chose to speak among themselves rather than watch the fight. However, according to the young man named Medivh, this fight was very interesting and he watched the fight carefully and interpreted the fight calmly.:

"Why doesn't this boy use any profound power in his attacks? Except for one of those present in the special section of the arena, the other viewers are too blind to understand that this boy is holding himself back. He fights as if he's trying to gain experience rather than winning. If that's true, such a method is quite successful, but also a very unpleasant one. After all, this is an act that would humiliate the honor of the opponent who did his best against him. The weapons used by both of them are ordinary, but if this kid uses his real power, he can injure or even kill his opponent very severely in one blow... Whatever he is not a person that bully others just because he is strong. Let's keep watching this game. Who knows, maybe I'll meet a young man with honor and a purpose.  "

The fight continued while Medivh calmly interpreted the fight from within, and after about ten minutes the fight came to an end. The fight between the young and the middle-aged man, as the audience expected, was won by the middle-aged man, and he, the defeated, walked out of the fighting arena amidst the hoots from the audience.

When the fight ended, Medivh looked at the expressions of the people around him, then looked at the expression of the one whom he taught he could learn the true power of the young man. It was clear that other people were bored with their faces, but the person in the special section had a disappointed look on his face. Medivh sighed upon seeing his expression and began to look at the door where the young man exited the arena and waited for the other fights.

In the next fight, two middle-aged men were fighting, and the power of both was in the seventh level of the elementary profound realm. This fight was a slug-fest, and as far as could be seen from the faces of the audience, they seemed to have enjoyed the outcome of the fight. But the same didn't apply to Medivh. He was pretty bored watching this fight. According to him, even though the two fighting men did their best, this fight was not bombastic or a fight that would literally boil someone's blood. To him, this was a level fight that could be seen anywhere. He would rather watch the young man who was defeated in that fight before this one.. Although he didn't find his method right, at least it made Medivh think about why he was doing it.