I didn’t have another thod of attack. I had nothing.
In the first place, it was wrong to go against soone like this with your bare fists.
This was the Corps Commander of a great country. He was a tiger and I was a cat.
That’s why they had to let cheat a little.
Well, it’s not like there were any rules to fighting, so it wasn’t cheating.
And so I held my hands up and waited to see how he would co.
Baltasar made the most of his physical strength as he charged towards . It was like a gust of wind. It was the correct thing to do.
It wasn’t as if any of my attacks could damage him.
And so he had realized that he should just attack head on.
“But I knew that from the very beginning.”
I kicked forward, right into one of his legs.
As Baltasar’s leg ca down, it seed to swim in the air for a second, and then went in a direction that he had not intended it to go.
And when one lost their balance, it didn’t matter how strong your body was.
It was like slipping when walking down stairs.
For a second, Baltasar’s body moved oddly.
He righted his foot, but could not help but lean forward when he did so. Yes. It could not be helped at all.
I grabbed Baltasar and then threw myself to the floor, back first.
He was clearly confused by what had happened.
Then I ramd my foot into his stomach and pushed him into the air.
This was an overhead throw.
Once it started, there was nothing you could do about it.
I knew, because I had experienced it many tis myself.
Few things were more embarrassing than being spun in the air and thrown on your back.
“Oomph.”
And we Ogres were called muscle heads for a reason.
The mont that the overhead throw was complete, I did a backflip and landed on top of him.
It was called the mount position.
“Here’s the finishing touch.”
In fact, I had thought about this part from the beginning.
I took out the broken fang from my pocket.
And while holding it like a dagger, I stabbed it into Baltasar’s right eye.
…Stabbed.
“That’s enough.”
I wasn’t able to stab him. I was stopped when it was just a few centiters away.
General Miralda had suddenly swept in and grabbed by the wrist.
“You have the worst timing, General Miralda.”
“I was being lenient in letting it go this far.”
In other words, she would have stopped it if it was who was about to be killed.
Still, this was bad.
If it ended here, things would differ greatly from what I had planned.
But even when I tried to move my wrist, it would not budge at all.
No, there was no point in trying to take her by surprise. It was finished.
The General must have felt my arm relax, as she let go of my wrist.
As there was no point in sitting on him anymore, I got back up to my feet.
This fight. I had fought with a certain outco in mind, but its course was changed by force.
So…now what?
“Are you satisfied, Golan?”
Miralda asked with a sidelong glance.
“?”
“Yes. Have you had enough? You seed to be thinking about sothing. That’s why I let you continue.”
So that’s why she hadn’t stopped earlier.
And she was keeping the others from interfering.
“How about…you ask him, and not ?”
You can do it, Golan. This was the crucial mont.
Baltasar. Put an end to this.
“Indeed. So, Baltasar. What about you?”
Baltasar was still on the ground.
Perhaps he was shocked by what had happened. He looked stunned.
“…I let my guard down. I will win next ti.”
So even a muscle head like him beca timid when dealing with General Miralda.
And so I praised him in my mind. ‘Well done, Baltasar.’ It was done.
I grabbed the center pillar of the tent and with all my strength, pulled it out from the ground and threw it into the sky.
The tent was made of beast skin that had been stitched together, and it was very durable.
And so the entire thing went flying away without ripping.
“…”
As the tent disappeared, the gathered soldiers watched us in stunned silence.
This was what I had been expecting.
“Hey, Rig!”
“Yes! Welco back.”
Adjutant Rig made his way through the silent soldiers.
“Go fetch it from my belongings. Also, bring a spare club as well.”
“Ye-yes, sir.”
Rig dashed off.
I didn’t want to say the na of the weapon in front of the others.
But they could read the room. They knew what I ant.
“Golan. About the tent…”
Apparently, the General understood why I had gotten rid of it.
People must have heard us fighting from outside.
And so soldiers of different races had gathered around us.
All of them had more mana than . It was incredible.
That was a Demon King’s army for you.
I kneeled next to Baltasar.
“So, how does it feel to lose to in a fight?”
“!?”
His eyes widened and the spectators began to buzz with excitent.
“I’m asking you. How does it feel to be thrown to the ground and have your bones broken?”
“You… If the General didn’t interfere, I would have…”
“Broken bones…”
“Thrown to the ground…is that why he is there?”
“He lost? Sir Baltasar?”
The soldiers murmured to each other.
“Tell ! How does it feel to be both the instigator and the loser?”
“You bastard…say what you will.”
I opened my clenched fist.
There was the fang I had ant to put into Baltasar’s eye.
“Then allow to change the question. How did it feel to have your fang knocked out? They are the pride of every Gurangatch, aren’t they?”
I waved it in front of him and then dropped it on the ground.
The reason I had ant to use it as a weapon, was because it contained lots of mana.
It would be more effective than my fist.
And so I had made breaking and acquiring it my first priority.
It landed by my feet, and so I stepped on it.
As it contained so much mana, it would not break, but the goal was to hurt Baltasar’s pride.
—Creeeaaak.
Oh?
When I lifted my foot, it had been crushed into powder.
(…Ah, I suppose the mana had escaped.)
Once it was gone, it was like any other fang.
And the strength of an Ogre would be enough to crush it.
“…”
“…”
“…”
Baltasar, General Miralda, the soldiers, everyone including was looking at my foot.
“I-I’ll kill you!”
Baltasar got to his feet.
“Sir Golan! I brought it.”
Rig appeared. Good timing.
“Hey, Golan. Rig ca to get your weapon. Is this a Gekokujyo?”
“Again? You’re doing it again, Golan?”
“Well, Golan does like to kill his comrades.”
“Comrade killer! Comrade killer!”
My subordinates had followed Rig here.
Since when did they give such an ominous nickna…
I worked so hard to protect my people. How am I a comrade killer?
“…”
Baltasar’s enthusiasm seed to wane. His fists were raised, but he remained still.
It was fine. This fight was still fully under my control.
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