I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I loved psychological battles.

Not like the slow clashing of mental strategies seen in chess—I loved the moment-to-moment mental battles of real fights.

It was exciting to see through the opponent’s intentions, and I enjoyed hiding my own.

Exchanging strategic blows and ultimately achieving victory was a great source of joy. This was one reason I preferred fighting master combatants over beasts and monsters.

However, in the same way that one couldn’t spend their entire life just eating their favorite food, I sometimes craved a different type of fight, a fight where I didn’t have to think and could win through brute force.

Boom!

That was the reason I was fighting Hariba head-on once more.

Of course, Hariba was strong. Right now, he was stronger than me, faster than me, and tougher than me.

But these factors weren’t that noteworthy.