Chapter 54: Pathetic Leader
The leader clenched his teeth in hatred and indignation, casting a murderous glare at Aziz, as if promising him a pain equal to a thousand deaths. His eyes were filled with suppressed fury, a rage that burned as intensely as the desert sun at its peak. It was a gaze that carried not only a threat but also a bitter frustration. He refused to accept the looming defeat, nor the humiliation of seeing his men fall one by one before a young enemy.
Aziz, for his part, found the leader’s indignation amusing. It was almost ironic to watch that fierce-looking figure, as if he could crush anyone with the power of his stare, yet deep down revealed a veiled fragility—an insecurity hidden behind bluster and empty words.
He had attacked them with his gang of bandits, threatened them with death, and even demanded that Liora and Agnes surrender to him without so much as raising his voice in protest. It was the arrogant posture typical of those who believe themselves superior simply because they have numbers on their side or the loyalty of a few followers. Yet, when one of them died—and rightfully so—those same self-proclaimed invincibles suddenly felt entitled to outrage and revolt—a hypocrisy Aziz could see perfectly well.
Aziz shook his head, feeling incredulous at the situation, as if it were impossible that these people could behave with such contradiction.
’To think these scumbags would be my first enemies... what a disappointment,’ he reflected, a surge of disdain running through his mind. He knew the world was full of far more terrifying adversaries—men and women with much darker and more dangerous intentions and power than these bandits.
Recovering from the initial shock, the bandits turned to Aziz in unison, eyes gleaming with a thirst for vengeance, almost ready to skin him alive. Their bodies were tense, muscles braced for violence, each one willing to kill or die to protect their cause—or perhaps just to avoid shame.
CRACK!
A dry and brutal sound reverberated across the field. One of the bandits dropped to the ground, groaning in pain, the result of Liora’s precise kick that struck his ribs with enough force to break bones.
"Don’t take your eyes off the enemy, idiots," Liora ordered, her voice sharp and firm as she advanced without hesitation, broadsword in hand. She gave the bandits no chance to react or interrupt Aziz’s impending fight with the leader. Her gaze was fixed, determined, revealing an innate combat experience.
Agnes, equally relentless, attacked with fists and sharp claws, her expression cold and focused, almost like a killing machine programmed to wipe out all resistance.
CRACK!
TUNG!