Chapter 184: Vlad vs Bjorn
"As I was saying, women think with their hearts just as men think with their dicks." Bjorn spoke in a completely serious tone, yet Vlad and Jormungandr nearly fell over at the absurdity of his statement.
"What are you even saying?" Freya grew angrier, yet she was also confused, not understanding his point.
"My lady, you are young, and it would not be strange if your heart were conquered by a pretty face, just like a charming woman would easily influence a man." Bjorn’s voice carried a severe tone, diminishing the anger in some of the people around with his sincere expression as he continued.
"Princess, you are the leader we chose to follow into this New Plane because of your power and will. An alliance is important and shows great wisdom." The young Viking paused before turning his eyes toward Vlad, open defiance in them. "But if that man is to lead us into battle one day, we must test him so that when the time comes, we can follow him without fear or hesitation."
Vlad couldn’t help but look at the young Viking with new respect. The man was harsh and wild, no doubt, and too hasty for his own good, but he was also astute and clearly good with words when he took a moment to think about them.
Freya frowned as she heard Bjorn’s words and saw that the rest of the Vikings silently agreed. Although she was a great leader in battle, she was not skilled in handling such situations and was confused about how to proceed. She wanted to honor her soldiers but did not want to offend her allies.
"If you are fine with it, I will accept his challenge." Vlad showed a small smile toward Freya, making it clear he would not go over her head, and respected her decision. He then focused on Bjorn. "You speak thoughtfully and act openly, so I am willing to honor your request. I hope our future path is smooth and glorious."
Freya turned toward Vlad and showed a complicated smile as she saw how easily the young man handled this problem, maintaining the dignity and respect of both sides. She sighed for a moment before nodding.
"Haha, good. You are respectful and wise. Let’s see if your fists back your willpower!" Bjorn shouted as he walked forward, stamping on the ground with such force that his feet imprinted on it, then extended his left arm.
Vlad smiled as he walked forward, standing before the man. He planted his feet on the ground with so much strength that they embedded themselves into it before extending his left arm.
The Depravita and Viking stood in front of each other in a mirror position, locking themselves in close proximity by grabbing each other by the forearm. Immediately, the clash began as the duo tightened their grip with all their strength.
Vlad’s eyes narrowed as he was surprised by the resilience in the Viking’s forearm, given that his current grip strength could shatter metal without a problem. He was not alone in his surprise; Bjorn also marveled at the Depravita’s muscles and skin, which felt like they were made of magical steel, capable of enduring immense pressure.