Chapter 48: Literal and Figurative
Originally, Asher would have exchanged attacks with his opponents, trying to gain as much battle experience as possible, if there was any to gain.
But not this time. If there was anything Asher hated, it was stupid people, people who couldn’t mind their own business or simply shut their mouths when it was clearly the better option.
He had ignored Ryan, not because he couldn’t respond, but simply because he couldn’t be bothered. He didn’t have the time to argue or fight with someone over a woman he had just met. It wasn’t worth his attention.
Asher wasn’t someone who allowed his emotions to be manipulated so easily.
Even as they were about to spar, Asher could feel Ryan’s gaze and smug smile. He knew exactly what Ryan wanted, to make him scream, to make him beg, and to make him bleed.
So Asher returned the favor, not with a smile or a word, but with his actions. He had no plans to waste his precious time by dragging out the match or allowing Ryan to attack for a while just for show.
He simply ended things from the very beginning, with overwhelming, brutal precision.
He didn’t care if people doubted him or speculated about how strong he actually was.
Asher wasn’t going to hide his abilities. Though he would naturally conceal a few things as a trump card, he wasn’t going to act weak or try to match Ryan evenly just because nobles were watching.
He wasn’t here to play that kind of game.
If he had transmigrated into this world as a commoner, that would have been one thing. But he was born as a Wargrave, someone with the backing of monsters, both literal and figurative.