dos thought to himself, however, he did not say it out loud, as he wanted to see what Barosik could do.
This was because he knew that he could not possibly advise or help Barosik for the rest of his life. Barosik had to walk his own journey, and dos could only help a little.
Barosik looked angrily at Rakka.
Rakka didn’t care at all; to him, who people praise or admire has nothing to do with him.
This was the mindset of a master who has experienced many betrayals and many terrible wars.
For him, as long as he reaches the final level and truly becos a god, that is enough. To him everyone is just a bunch of lowly insects, and there is no need for him to care about them.
There was only one thought in his heart… to beco stronger, no, to beco the strongest, then take revenge.
That is the truth, the reason for his life now.
Upon seeing that Barosik was upset by the crowd cheering for Lathel, Rakka felt amused and despised Barosik in his heart.
A true genius cannot be influenced by other people’s views.
He felt that Barosik was just a guy who thinks he’s a genius, then looks to see if everyone else thinks the sa.
Rakka shook his head, feeling that challenging such a person would dirty his hands.
Barosik also realised that Rakka was looking down on him and angrily shouted, "Are you looking down on too?"
Rakka glanced at Barosik, shrugged, and said: "That’s right. You can prove that what I’m thinking is wrong."
"You… bastard!" Barosik clenched his fists so hard that his hands turned white, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Rakka and said: "Don’t think you can win against . After killing you, I will kill that bastard Lathel, take all his assets, and fuck his won…"
Hearing this, Rakka frowned, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "You only know how to be jealous and don’t know how to work hard; you’re no different from those fools who only hope for a pie to fall from the sky."
"You bastard!" Barosik felt displeased by what Rakka said and imdiately beca even angrier: "Go to hell!"
He waved his hand, white flas appeared, then turned into a fireball, flying towards Rakka.
When Rakka saw that fireball, he was not surprised at all; he simply thought: ’Essence Fla? Looks like... that brat has a bit of a secret too.’
He clenched his fist, his martial arts activated. His fist was surrounded by a huge stream of energy.
Then, Rakka swung his fist out, and a terrifying force exploded.
BAM!
"What?!" Barosik was startled; he didn’t think that there was soone who could use his fist to nullify his fireball that was made from Essence Fla.
Lathel in the distance frowned when he saw this: "This… How could Rakka do this? Didn’t he get burnt?"
"It seems that instead of using his energy to cast magic, that brat uses it to strengthen his own physical body," Lilith explained.
"He turned the weakness of those who do not possess a class into a strength to be flexible in combat."
"What do you an…" Lathel asked back, confused.
Lilith continued, "Normally, a person who doesn’t possess a class, even if they have energy in their body, cannot use it."
"Only when you possess a class can you actually convert that energy into skills or damage."
"But Rakka is taking advantage of this weakness and using the energy to nourish his physique. The stronger his physique is, the more energy he can store, and then he can use the energy to strengthen his physique."
"That cycle repeats itself continuously, helping his physique beco more and more perfect."
Lathel nodded slightly and thought to himself: ’Indeed, he was a terrifying existence in his previous life. This ability alone is enough to defeat any genius.’
’Perhaps… Rakka is the strongest male lead among all the male leads I’ve t.’
’His strength, experience, and ntality are at the highest level.’
Barosik was scared, and in his heart he cried out to dos: "Master… he… why could he destroy my fireball?"
"Didn’t you say that Essence Fla is extrely terrifying, that no one can stop it?"
dos was also extrely surprised; this was the first ti he had seen a situation where both opponents’ levels were equal, and soone was able to do this.
If Rakka’s level was many tis higher than Barosik’s, this would probably be normal.
But Rakka’s level was on par with Barosik’s, and dos wondered in his heart: ’Why could he do it?’
Rakka sighed: "Do you have anything else?" Your next read is at .Côm
Barosik gritted his teeth, then covered his arms and legs with white flas: "I was just joking with you; now is…"
BAM!
While Barosik was speaking, Rakka suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Barosik and then swung his fist.
The sound of impact echoed throughout the entire arena as Rakka’s fist made close contact with Barosik’s face, causing it to be distorted in a grotesque manner.
The air pressure exploded, Barosik was punched out of the arena, his body hit the surrounding wall, and he fell to the ground.
He lay still, motionless as if he were dead. His teeth and blood mixed together and flowed from his mouth, forming a small pool of blood.
Rakka sighed: "Too weak…"
Lathel, who was standing in the distance, was startled by this scene. He had thought that this would be an extrely tense battle.
He had thought that the two male leads would struggle with each other and that they would use various thods to destroy each other.
But… What the hell is this?
One punch?
Just one punch knocked out Barosik; this is the joke of the year, right?
Since when did the male lead get defeated so easily? Before he could even finish his sentence, he was beaten to the point where all his teeth fell out.
He felt that Rakka was so cruel that even a villain could babble a few words.
Alright, Lathel sighed; he felt that Rakka seed to be on a completely different level compared to the other male leads.
’Looks like… my investnt was right this ti. Rakka can go toe-to-toe with any male lead I et.’
’With enough ti, I’m afraid he will truly beco a god.’
"Hm… Where did you find that brat?" Lilith said with a pout.
Lathel laughed teasingly: "What? Want to steal him?"
"Huh! I was just curious, I have you, that’s enough. Why do I need to take another man." Lilith said: "It’s just… I’m a bit confused."
"A person like this should have appeared a long ti ago; why did he appear now?"
Lathel laughed and said, "He is just like Alec."
Hearing those words, Lilith imdiately realized that Rakka was not ordinary. Of course, Lathel did not need to say much, and even if he wanted to say more, he could not.
However, the law of the god of this world is that information about the male lead’s existence cannot be revealed; even though everyone knows it, it cannot be said.
Rakka walked up to Lathel, saw Lilith, and nodded slightly.
"You didn’t kill him?" Lilith asked.
Rakka looked at Lilith, then shook her head and said: "It’s not necessary. Letting him live will cause him more pain than killing him."
Lathel shuddered, feeling that Rakka was indeed the reincarnated male protagonist type.
Too terrible, too domineering.
Lilith shrugged upon hearing this, then patted Lathel on the shoulder, winked at him, and left.
Lathel looked at her back, feeling a little confused, not knowing what her actions ant.
"Do you think it was wrong for to let him live?" Rakka asked, frowning.
Lathel shrugged: "I don’t care if he lives or dies; you can deal with it however you want."
"I just don’t want him to keep bothering ."
Rakka smirked: "Don’t worry, in the future… Unless he defeats , otherwise, the highest level he can reach is only 20."
"Heh?!" Lathel asked in confusion: "What do you an…"
"I broke his psyche. A broken psyche cannot forge a heart steadfast enough to store and distribute energy."
"He will stay at level 20 forever if he can’t defeat ."
Lathel was truly scared when he heard that. This was even more terrifying and painful than killing Barosik.
What if Barosik wakes up and finds out he can’t level up any higher?
Pain, despair, anxiety, fear… perhaps Barosik would be depressed.
Even though Barosik is the male lead, perhaps… in the future, he will find a way to solve that problem, but in the present, this will be a psychological shadow, haunting Barosik.
"Don’t worry…" Rakka patted Lathel’s shoulder: "He won’t bother you anymore."
Lathel heard that and nodded slightly. Even though Rakka said that, he knew clearly… Barosik would definitely not give up on killing him.
Unless Barosik dies, the wheel of fate will still bring him and Barosik to two opposing sides. Surely in the future, he and Barosik will still have to confront each other.
…
In the evening, Barosik slowly woke up; he felt his face hurt so much as if it had broken.
’Where is this?’ Barosik asked himself.
He looked around and realised this was not a stadium; this was a dical room.
"Are you awake?" A middle-aged man in a white robe looked at him and asked, "How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"
Barosik wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t. Even the slightest movent of his tongue or lips caused him to feel excruciating pain.
The pain was so bad that tears ca to his eyes.
The doctor laughed and said, "Ah! I forgot you can’t speak. Do you want to see your face now?"
He took a small mirror and placed it in front of Barosik.
’What the hell?!’ Barosik’s heart jumped, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at himself in the mirror.
’Who is this? Why is my face so distorted?’
In the mirror, the right side of his face was swollen to the point where it looked like he had an orange in his mouth.
His lips were crushed and had turned purple. His teeth were broken and shattered, with less than 20 remaining.
If there was a film crew in this world, they would definitely hire Barosik to play the ugliest demon in the movie, as his appearance could cause a very strong psychological effect of fear for the audience.
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