He was awakened by a bucket of freezing cold water.
âCough! Cough!â
Bargan coughed.
His mind was awake, but his body still felt weak.
âWhere⊠am I?â
Before he even had the chance to look around, he heard a voice.
âIt seems youâre still not fully awake yet. I guess the water wasnât cold enough.â
The voice spoke in a mocking tone. It was a voice he knew.
It was Aram.
He was looking down at him with an empty bucket in his hand.
âYouâŠâ
âDid you sleep well?â
âKekeke.â
Aram wasnât alone.
There were about ten Fighters around him.
Swaying slightly, Bargan got to his feet.
âWhat do you intend to do? Why havenât you killed me?â
âI told you already. I intend to use you to lure Lukas out. Lord Kangki is very angry. We have to catch him and kill him no matter what.â
âSo you plan to use me as bait?â
âThatâs right.â
âThatâs a childish plan.â
âDidnât you know? Sometimes, the most simple and childish plan is the most effective.â
It was sophistry.
Rage practically flowed from Barganâs eyes. Now that he had regained some of his strength, he should be able to bite through his tongue.
It was at that moment that Aram smiled and opened his mouth.
âWell, even if I say that I donât think Lukas will reveal himself that easily. Thatâs why Iâd like to make an offer. Please listen to what I have to say. It wonât be bad for you either.â
âDo I look like a man who would negotiate with trash?â
âI know that senior is one of the wisest Fighters on Combat Island. Thatâs why I decided to bring you here.â
ââŠâ
Bargan finally looked around at his surroundings.
They were in the arena, but there was no one in the audience.
Bargan and the Fighters were the only ones in the large, desolate arena.
Then Aram threw something over.
Clatter.
It was Barganâs weapon, a club.
âThe rules are simple⊠As long as senior wins, then Iâll listen to whatever senior has to say.â
ââŠyou mean you want me to fight all of you?â
Bargan sneered coldly, but Aram frowned in displeasure.
âI still have a conscience. The matches will be completely 1:1. This is our last bit of pride.â
ââŠâ
âPlease show us that you can get what you want through âfightingâ.â
âIâll go first.â
One of the Fighters stepped forward with a determined expression.
Bargan recognised him immediately.
Jaihum.
He was the Fighter who had defeated Lukas in the first match.
âTo be honest, I still donât understand what Lord Kangki is thinking. I canât see why he would consider that scammer as a formidable enemy. I fought him before so I could tell, heâs nothing but a coward and trash.â
ââŠâ
âI hope that you, his slave Fighter, are strong enough to satisfy me.â
Bargan looked down.
To put it simply, his physical condition was the worst.
He didnât even know how heâd fainted in the first place, and the cold water made it feel like he was freezing. He couldnât put much force in his fingers.
In fact, it wasnât just his fingers. His entire body seemed to be filled with a sense of exhaustion and weakness.
It didnât matter if it was the muddy ground beneath his feet, he just wanted to lay down and sleep.
But he couldnât do that.
Crunch!
Gripping the handle of the club, Bargan glared at Jaihum.
Even if he was in perfect condition, this was an opponent he wasnât sure he could defeat.
Nevertheless, this wasnât a situation that would allow him to make excuses.
He should be thankful that it would only be 1 on 1 like Aram said.
âTake it easy, Jaihum.â
âIt wonât be fun if you finish it too quickly.â
The Fighter laughed and jeered, but Bargan didnât let himself be swept away by the atmosphere.
He gathered himself before charging forward.
ââŠ!â
Jaihum, who had been standing relaxedly in front of him, hurriedly raised his axe to block his attack.
âFast.â
It was strong too.
His axe creaked slightly.
Everyone was surprised. Where did this power come from?
âShit!â
Clang! Clang!
Bargan continued his quick attacks. He smacked the axe endlessly.
The biggest strength of the weapon called a club was its durability.
Because it was blunt and thick, it would not be badly damaged even if he struck it against rocks or metal.
An axe, on the other hand, was different.
It lacked the sharpness of a sword, but it had the advantage of having instantaneous destructive power. Nevertheless, it was, surprisingly, not that durable.
Clang! Clang!
The melee battle in which the weapons constantly clashed against each other continued.
Jaihum was desperate to stop his attack.
âItâs too late to stop itâŠ!â
From the moment the fight began, he had been on the defensive. And as time passed, he knew he wouldnât be able to build his momentum easily.
If he had handled this seriously from the start, it wouldnât have become like this.
It was true that he had looked down on him, but it wasnât entirely Jaihumâs fault.
Who would have thought that this man, who had been showing such a weak appearance before, could have such an explosive performance?
âK-, kuhâŠâ
Unable to endure Barganâs rising momentum any longer, Jaihum took a step back.
In fact, at first glance, it might seem that Bargan had an overwhelming advantage, but that wasnât necessarily the case. It was just that, because of his poor condition, he was trying to end the fight as soon as possible.
âIf I donât take advantage of this opportunity, I might lose!â
Perhaps Barganâs desperate desire had an effect.
CrackâŠ
ââŠ!â
Eventually, cracks began to form on the axe.
Jaihumâs expression became solemn. Just as Bargan was prepared to deal the final blow.
Puk!
He was forced to halt his swing and step back.
Bargan turned and glared at the Fighters standing at the side.
âWhat are you doing?â
His gaze was locked onto Aram.
It was this man who had just thrown his sword and interfered with the fight.
âYou⊠Didnât you say that it would be 1 on 1?â
He was breathing so heavily that it was hard for him to speak fluently. Nevertheless, the cold gleam in his eyes didnât waver.
It might have intimidated others who saw it, but Aram simply smiled.
âI did say that. But I didnât intervene, senior.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âItâs player substitution.â
âWhatâŠ?â
Aram pointed to another Fighter.
âWe intend to swap our Fighter.â
ââŠâ
âAh. Did I not explain the substitution rule? I apologize for that. But please donât be angry. This rule can be used fairly by both sides. If youâre having a hard time, why donât you take a break and swap?â
He said those shameless words with a straight face.
Bargan couldnât take it anymore and grit his teeth fiercely.
ââŠyou son of a bitch.â
âNow, then.â
Aram ignored him and continued with a smirk.
âLetâs start round two.â
* * *
âŠ
âŠ
âŠ
How many had it been?
âHuff huffâŠâ
He panted heavily.
Even breathing hurt as it felt as though his lungs and airways had been torn.
He had already exceeded his limits a long time ago. It felt like he could faint at any moment.
Nevertheless, Bargan didnât give up.
How could he even move at that moment?
âAmazing.â
Aram was genuinely amazed.
He had already replaced six Fighters, and yet they were still unable to take down Bargan. It looked like he could collapse at any moment, but he never did. Instead, it seemed that his concentration had become focused solely on taking his opponentâs life.
It was clear that Bargan was a Fighter worthy of fighting to the death in the arena.
âHowever.â
This was the end.
When Aram turned to look at a man, he nodded and stepped forward.
âIâll be your opponent this time.â
Bargan wiped the sweat from his eyes as he looked at his next opponent.
ââŠâ
And thought that he would not be able to win this time.
It wasnât that he was giving up before the fight even began.
He knew that anything could happen in battle and the outcome could sometimes only be seen at the last moment.
However, this opponent was different from the others.
It was the 4th ranked Fighter of the Lirua Arena, Kaytai.
Right. It seemed that this guy had also submitted to Kangki.
ââŠfrom the start, there probably wasnât anyone.â
Anyone who dared to rebel against Kangki.
Kaytai didnât attack immediately. Instead, he stuck his sword into the ground and opened his mouth.
âWhy do you choose to walk down this thorny path? I canât tell what youâre after.â
ââŠinstead of that, Iâd like to ask you. Do you⊠think that Liruaâs current appearance is right?â
ââŠBargan.â
Kaytai spoke with an expression of pity.
âAre we killing anyone? Are we persecuting them or harassing them? Weâre not⊠Lord Kangki simply has a natural sense for commerce. He knows what moments the audience are most excited about. With that perspective, he balanced the entire system and created countless outstanding matches. In fact, Lirua was able to become a major city in only a few decades because of his guidance.â
ââŠâ
âDid anyone lose anything in the process? The spectators gained a lot, and so did the Fighters. The fear of losing their lives disappeared and their profits soared tremendously. I think itâs a happy sight for everyone.â
âItâs false happiness.â
âIt is falsehood in good faith.â
In this world, there was truth that shined brighter only when it was hidden, and this was an example of that.
âThe simple and barbaric fighting in the arena has become a smooth and wonderful system. All of the Fighters in Lirua have accepted it. You are the only one who still refuses to. Everyone is saying that you are wrong, so why canât you accept it?â
âBecause my heart canât understand it.â
If there was a reason, then that was the reason.
âKaytai. A lie is a lie. No matter how much you try to cover up your actions, it doesnât change the fact that you are deceiving the spectators⊠No.â
There was something far more important than the audience.
And there was something Bargan really wanted to ask.
He wanted to ask not only Kaytai in front of him, but the other Fighters as well.
âYou⊠Are you really fine with it?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âAre you really happy participating in matches when the result is already set?â
After going silent for a moment, Kaytai smiled.
âDo you know how much I can earn just by fighting one match now?â
ââŠâ
âAt least a few million erus. Kuhuhu⊠Itâs an amount that a wanderer like you might never see in their entire life. You canât even imagine the things you can do with that much money.â
âWhat can you do?â
That question left Kaytai speechless for a moment.
He never expected him to ask in such a direct manner.
âYou can do anything you want. Whether itâs buying a grand mansion, drinking the best wine, or buying pieces of art that you can admire just by looking at them-â
âKukuku.â
Barganâs chuckle interrupted him. It was clear that he was mocking him.
Kaytaiâs expression became cold.
âWhy are you laughing?â
âIâm laughing because of how disgusting you are. You really are a slimy bastard.â
âWhat did you just say?â
ââŠitâs not like that.â
Right. It wasnât like that.
Many people living on other islands scorned fighting as vulgar scuffles.
They exalted the studies that they buried themselves into as noble, and downgraded fighting to lowly fist fights.
But Bargan didnât agree.
Why did they risk their lives while fighting?
ââŠfighting is⊠a desire to be recognised. A desire to leave a name behind. Those with such a desire gather together and fight against each other in tacit agreement with the opponent they respect.â
ââŠâ
âIt is a desire to show the world that they are the stronger Fighter and to prove that the resolve they have held for their entire lives isnât wrong.â
True pride could only be achieved after fighting for your life and your belief.