The Paladin Owns the Relic

233 – Hayden and Marker (2)

Akhheim, a northern barbarian who was a warrior running through the snow, looked at the woman in front of him.

The platinum blonde hair is beautiful. A fine appearance is far from a warrior.

However, it was different as much as the amazingly trained body. A fist full of calluses. The bandages wrapped around it were soaked in blood.

“You are overexerting yourself.”

-Tear it up. Ackheim.

A voice comes through the leash. A nobleman who holds the line of his life, his own current master.

Akhheim let out a sigh. His whole body was energized with the sound of his voice.

Enhancement magic.

The forbidden magic spreads freely in the underground arena. The foul that originated from the slave’s leash covered Akheim’s whole body.

Become stronger. Much better than his original body. On top of the wildness that has been accumulated so far, even human knowledge dwells.

But do you like it?

…Not at all.

“You’re spoiling the warrior’s fight…”

He said he was captured himself to get his brother’s medicine, but he didn’t want to do this.

But I can’t help it. To follow the opinion of a noble without talking for three years.

That is the condition of the transaction.

Akheim clenched his fists.

“What is your name?”

“Ayla. What about that?”

“It’s Akheim.”

“Okay. Ackheim. Are you ready for a bloody fight?”

With a bang, the woman smashes her fists together. A piercing sound of air being pushed out.

Strong. But not more than yourself. Akhheim slowly took a stance.

“Ayla. If you can’t stand it, send me a signal. I’ll stun you in moderation.”

“That’s not something a northern savage warrior would say.”

“It is only you imperial bastards who call them barbarians. We are just warriors A warrior who loves the wild and expects to be buried in the snow.”

“Then fight like a warrior. Don’t look at me halfway. Let’s see the end.”

“It’s over…”

The bell rings. Akhheim stretched his feet.

“I’ll show you if you want.”

Closing the distance is an instant.

A loud noise erupted from her clenched fists.

Quang!

The air is torn. Ayla’s face was instantly crushed by the bursting air.

“Poo-sup?!”

Arkheim immediately retrieved his fist. He didn’t wait for the next opportunity.

Just one step at a time.

“…Sorry.”

He crushed his opponent with sincerity.

Boom!

Boom!

Quaaa!!!!

The flesh is being crushed at the fingertips. The bursting blood splatters in all directions.

A ruthless series of hits that made the audience quiet for a moment. Ayla’s chin, floating in the air, swung back behind her.

Arkheim stretched out his hand. I grabbed Ayla’s arm and pulled it as it was trying to get away from the recoil.

Take a full turn and stay the same.

I shot her head down towards the floor.

Quaaa!!!!

A perfect throw that cracks the ground. Ayla’s body shuddered, starting with her face.

Rigidity after death? Akhheim turned round and round.

“The game is over. Referee.”

“…Ah, ah!”

The referee, startled, ran diligently to check Ayla’s condition.

Akhheim snorted.

Just by looking at her, it was clear that she died instantly. Her neck bones were broken and her ribs stabbed her lungs, leaving her unresponsive for a while.

He didn’t even intend to kill him, but that’s what he was going to do anyway.

Blame yourself for he said to see the end. Isla.

Arkheim brushed the blood off his hand into the air. He tried to get out of his underground arena as it was.

Until I hear a voice.

“Where… Are you going…”

Akheim stopped his feet. Where he looked back involuntarily, his fist was flying.

Quaang!!!

Similarly, an explosion that explodes.

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“Keuugh?!”

Blood spurts from his nose. A tooth or two rattled his teeth.

Akheim staggered and straightened his body. His swaying white blonde hair and his own fist-mashed face.

A woman with two of her teeth missing is grinning in front of herself.

“Now… it’s on fire… huh?”

Fatal wounds.

It must have been a wound that would lead to death…?!

“How can you stand up!”

“How is it…”

A woman clenches her fists. Blood dripped from the woman’s body onto the floor.

Cries loudly to become a bloody woman.

“Your fists are filthy weak!”

“Innoooum!!!”

Akhheim kicked the ground.

. . .

Keep.

Keep.

A bloody sound that can be heard from afar. The crowd cheered for the fighter who threw up blood and bet.

“Islaaa!!! You f*cking bastard!!!!! As always, ask me for money!!!!!!”

“The northern savages are f*cking! Is this enough?!!!!”

“No, it’s true that I used magic! Referee! You bastard! Can’t keep your eyes open?!”

“Clear your head! You can’t see it well!!!”

Blood is splattered in the underground arena. Like beasts of prey, two fighters bite each other.

A wild fist. The flying kick breaks bones.

Both bloody.

No.

Ayla’s injuries are very serious.

“…Wouldn’t that kill me?”

“I will not die.”

I glanced at Ayla’s body. Compared to Akheim, it is pushed overall. In addition, the northern savage is writing foul play.

A magic that strengthens the entire body. It must have been 1.2 Times stronger than the average ability. It must be a high-level strengthening magic.

But…

The wall of being the champion of the underground arena seemed high.

“Kyahahahahaha!!!!!”

It’s clumsy. One of his arms is broken and he moves freely according to his gestures. Inverted eye color. Some of the whites are stained red by burst blood vessels.

But even so, the corners of his mouth are raised.

Isla Hayden.

As if mad, her fist hits Akheim. The most honest Jeongta. There is no such thing as cheating.

Her weight class is way off, and she’s also the one with the deeper scars on her.

But…

Booung.

Akheim’s body floats in the air.

“How big?!”

Jap!

Jap!

Awesome!!

The skin is torn and the bones are broken. The champion of the underground arena mercilessly plunges his one remaining fist into the body of a northern savage.

The more blood you shed, the stronger you become. The madness deepens, and a strange sound emerges from the fist as if it is eating away the heat of battle.

Platinum hair that swallows up the scattered blood and grows stronger. The tip had already changed to red, to the point where I couldn’t recognize its own color.

Mad dog.

Ackheim’s jaw swung back.

aaa!!!!

A sudden explosion. A gust of wind swept the spectators lightly.

The already hot heat reached its peak.

“Isla!”

“Isla!”

“Isla!”

“Isla!”

Akhheim staggered to his feet. As he tried to raise his fist, it just…

Thump!

I fell down.

“Champion oh oh oh oh!!!!!”

Ayla raised her hand. Akhheim, trampled under her, rolled his eyes.

A champion who slayed a northern barbarian warrior twice his size.

Write another new legend of the underground arena. A monster worthy of an underground arena.

The splattered blood clots even moved my heart.

“…It’s useful.”

It is a strength that even the snake paladin acknowledged. I chuckled.

“Of all the students I will teach, I am probably the second strongest.”

“Isn’t that the first child?”

“Maybe.”

Ayla stumbled and reached her feet into the underground arena. Another boy who comes out of the shadows and supports him.

In the youthful face, the appearance of a nobleman was undoubtedly revealed.

“That must be the Jade Marker… I guess it’s true that the two stick together.”

“What are you going to do?”

“…Hmm.”

I stood up at the place where those who bet on Akheim howled and those who bet on Ayla cheered.

“Let’s meet once.”

. . .

“Isla.”

Jade passed her potion to her. Raw potion that enhances natural recovery.

The effect was much weaker than the high potion that was circulating on the market. But it was better than nothing.

“How is your body?”

Even after he said it, he raised his eyebrows in laughter. It is so messed up that there is no place that is not broken.

“I guess Akheim was a bit strong?”

“Winter bear…Caught…Could be real…”

Isla gasped. She swallowed the potion with difficulty. I threw half of it on the floor.

“Should I call a therapist?”

“It’s okay… it’ll be better if you rest…”

The reason for rejecting the therapist was simple. Jade knew about her.

Healing magic is usually accompanied by side effects. The lower the level, the more so.

It is definitely effective for urgent treatment, but looking at it from afar, it only lowers the natural healing power.

I usually don’t use it unless it’s an emergency. Treatment with medicine and surgery was more effective.

“There is a torn place. Stay still.”

Janice took out a simple surgical instrument from her bosom. He held his disinfected needle and thread in his mouth and patched up Ayla’s open wounds bit by bit.

“Are you going to compete tomorrow too?”

“Of course.”

“…Well, I guess.”

For a while, only the sound of healing wounds filled the waiting room.

“Because you are Isla Hayden.”

“Then you are Jade Marker, the money ghost.”

“Why? Lend me?”

“I don’t need it. Because what I need is not money, but enemies.”

“…Yes.”

Jade gave a small laugh.

“You were such a child. Ever since I was little.”

“What kind of child were you?”

The door to the waiting room opened. Jade looked behind her. This is an exclusive waiting room for champions in the underground arena.

It was usual for the door to be guarded by guards. However, behind the man who entered, large bodies were scattered, unconscious.

Jade frowned.

I didn’t hear a single fight. How?

The man who strode in was a face he had never seen before. Jade, who had hurt countless contestants, was also a face she had never seen before.

“…Who are you?”

“I came to see your face.”

The man glanced at Isla.

“Who is the champion of the underground arena to defeat.”