Chapitre 16: NEW MONSTER

Inside a medium-sized house and under the calming effects of rum and meat, dozens of guests watched as two young men, a slave, and his master clashed in the middle of a makeshift ring. The room was silent as the guests held their breaths and widened their eyes to not miss anything that was happening.

Punches flew back and forth between the two men and their bodies weaved and slithered in between blows as they attempted to dodge each other's attacks. One man, the master who also happened to be the bigger and elder of the two was using pure strength as his offense whiles the smaller person who happened to be the slave was showing skill worthy of a war god.

Rollo's attacks were fueled by pure rage which gave every one of his hits enough damaging power to knock Joda out with just a punch. His desperation also made him reckless and prone to counterattacks from Joda who was using his much superior fighting experience to stay clear of Joda's attacks and also deliver his own attacks which due to his current weak body didn't amount to much.

He was being forced to stay on the defensive with each passing moment, not because he feared the much bigger opponent or lacked the knowledge to deal significant damage but simply because a single wrong move on his part will be his last. Rollo was attacking with so much strength that Joda could feel the air shifting with every punch that came near him. Blocking wasn't an option since Rollo's attacks looked like they could snap Joda's bones like twigs.

But all was not lost. Joda knew from experience that fighting like a rabid dog did more harm than good., especially against someone with as much experience as him. Currently, Rollo was doing well by fusing his military training with his superior strength to force Joda back, but even that wasn't enough to land a single hit on the slave. And whiles he was burning energy like a factory as he attacked without pause, Joda was more relaxed. It was only a matter of time before Rollo started running on fumes, which will leave him at the complete mercy of Joda, and both parties knew it. This was no longer a test of might anymore. It was now a test of strategy, and Rollo knew he was losing.

"Aaaah!!" Rollo screamed in frustration as he saw a smile make its way on the slave's lips. He hadn't hit the little runt even once and his arms were already starting to weigh like lead due to the creeping exhaustion. He couldn't afford to stop attacking now. He will be in trouble the moment he gave that slave an opening. Even his body hurt from the few attacks he had tanked from the slave. Giving that boy the chance to pile more attacks on his vitals will spell his defeat

Realization made Rollo's desperation turn into full-blown paranoia which made him lose focus and caused him to leave more openings that Joda quickly exploited. A wild left that the slave swerved by spinning to Rollo's right-left his back wide open and caused him to eat an elbow to his lower back. A backhanded punch that the slave ducked under exposed Rollo's side and he paid the price by getting a powerful punch to his ribs that almost made him lose focus.

Rollo countered with a heavy punch that had all his weight behind it but once again, he hit air as the much smaller boy rolled backward to safety. Rollo didn't let this new failure hinder him though and quickly dashed toward the slave who was now getting unto his feet. A flash of clothes alerted Joda that he was still in the line of fire and he quickly took a balanced stance just as a long leg aimed at his stomach followed his retreat. Joda knew the frontal kick was dangerous. The speed from Rollo's dash and the amount of strength he had put into that kick would rupture more than a few of Joda's organs if the kick landed.

His only option was to dodge the attack but he was still a little dizzy from the quick backroll he had performed to escape that deadly punch so Joda did the next best thing. He sacrificed his left leg by lifting it just as Rollo's kick reached his stomach.

Pain spread from Joda's leg as he intercepted Rollo's kick and felt himself being pushed back by the force of the attack but not before he performed his own forward kick to Rollo's gonads with his uninjured leg which caused the annoying young master enough pain to drop all defenses as he attended to his precious jewels.

Joda wasted no time as he saw his opportunity to end the fight early. He fought through the stinging pain that kept erupting from his left leg anytime it landed on the floor and rushed at the young man who was still clutching his gonads. What happened next was akin to a surgical dismantling of the human body limb by limb. Joda wasn't bluffing when he said he wanted to play doctor. His first attack was a backward hammer fist delivered with his knuckles to the space between Rollo's neck and shoulder which rendered Rollo's right hand temporarily useless.

Joda then moved on to the second arm and repeated the process. Rollo was now defenseless and nothing but a humanoid punching bag. Then Joda went to work. Thrall watched as Joda reduced his son to mush with punch after punch that landed on every part of Rollo's body except his face. The punches were very fast, mixed with palm strikes, chops, and some very weird footwork. What everyone found strange though was that Rollo wasn't even trying to defend himself from the onslaught.

Sure, he was mostly receiving body shots but everyone doubted the attacks were that weak to the extent that Rollo could tank them all like that. Still, the young man just stood his ground and kept eating shot after shot without so much as a whimper, making everyone wonder if he had been stupefied by the much smaller opponent. If only they knew how close to the truth they were.

Joda's first two attacks hadn't been for show. Aside from deadening Rollo's arm temporarily, the attacks had also muted Rollo temporarily to prevent him from yielding when he started feeling the real pain that was to follow after he was rendered helpless. Unknown to the spectators, what they had thought was Joda performing fancy footwork with some random attacks was actually him employing his kingdom's ancient martial arts to rupture every single organ in Rollo's body. Every single hit from Joda caused Rollo great pain and made an organ temporarily fail. The real attacks were hidden among many fake ones that aside from dealing minor pain did little to tamper with Rollo's body like the real ones.

A hit to Rollo's lower abdomen made him lose control of his bladder and wet himself. Two chops to his chest made his lungs fail him for a full minute. His kidneys followed suit then many chops to different parts of his body down to his legs severed more than a few minor tendons. Joda intentionally left Rollo's head to not kill him or alert anyone to his suffering since any sight of blood will make people think the worst and cause them to interrupt the fight or worse even end it. The same applied to Rollo's heart. When the operation ended, Rollo was shaking like he had spent a full night in the winter cold.

Joda moved back to appreciate his handi-work and smiled as he saw the results. He hadn't lost his touch after all. " This trial is over. He has lost." Joda said.

"What? are you talking about you filthy beast?, Can't you see? There's not a scratch on him. My son is still-" Thrall's protest died in his throat as Rollo's big form which albeit shaky, was until a moment ago standing came tumbling down face first with a thud and a sickening crack that told the spectators that he had broken his nose.

"I repeat, this fight is over. And I demand my reward in full." Joda's voice rang loud and clear in the room as the guests wondered what kind of monster Thrall had brought into their midst.

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