Chapter 153 Young Atreus: Fighting and Losing, Fighting Again and Again

[“The Rakkor tribe? Why does this name sound so familiar?”]
["I remember!!"]
[“They are native to Mount Targon.”]
[“The couple Mishira and Ziram who climbed Mount Targon and received the blessing of the Aspect of Justice were from the Rakkor people.”]
[“Oh yeah! I remember now.”]
[“I don’t understand. Atreus stood up, but why didn’t the Sword Demon kill him on the spot? Instead, he seemed to ignore him?”]
[“Is it possible that it is.”]
[“Atreus was too weak. The Sword Demon was too lazy to attack him, or he thought he was doomed.”]
[“I give up. Is this the defending champion you guys were talking about? The writing is too messy, full of riddles, I can’t understand it.”]
[“It’s just garbage, not even a hair of Han Sinian next door.”]
[“Haha, you little scoundrels, stop talking about the final result.”]
At this moment, the guest seats.

Seeing the body that was once a star spirit fall down again and then stand up, Liu Yifei couldn't help but sigh:

“So brave!”

"How dare you spit in Aatrox's face at a time like this."

"If it were someone else, they would probably faint on the spot after waking up and seeing this bloody monster. He really has a big heart."

Han Tianhan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:
"Yes! It terrified me, for fear that Aatrox would fly into a rage and cut him into pieces."

After saying that, Han Tianhan looked at Mr. Xing next to him, only to see that the other person's face was full of surprise.

"How did he survive? With such a big wound, is it a miracle? Or is Atreus' will to survive too strong?"

Han Tianhan couldn't help but frown and think. After a moment, he seemed to have got the answer:

"Master Xing, judging from his indifferent personality towards life and death, I think it's the latter."

"Really? Actually, I think so too!"

Thirty seconds later.

On the big screen, the new content written by Su Xinghe was quickly projected out.

"Fifteen years ago."

"At the foot of Mount Targon."

"The Rakkor tribe, the tournament grounds."

"Boom" sound!
A small and thin figure was thrown out of the fierce battle like a rag doll and hit the stone wall several meters away.

This is the tradition of the Rakkor tribe. If you want to join the military cult, you must undergo the most brutal combat training and assessment.

The figure that was thrown into the air was none other than Atreus as a young boy.

Seeing Atreus falling from the wall and holding his chest in pain, the other children around him sneered and laughed.

"Hahaha, too weak!"

"You were just bragging about yourself, but now you're being taught a lesson by Paras. You're such a disgrace."

"Atreus, you have such little ability and you still want to join the cult? Dream on!"

"Go back, kid. Practice for a few more decades. Maybe you still have a chance."

There were sarcasm and ridicule from the people around, and their words were full of disdain and contempt.

However, just when everyone thought Atreus would give up, the thin figure struggled to stand up again.

"Ouch? You can still stand up? How many times has this happened? Is this the seventeenth time?"

"This guy, is he still not convinced?!"

"You're really looking for death."

"Palas, don't hold back any more, we must teach this kid a lesson!"

Atreus, who was covered in wounds, stared at the tall boy opposite him and growled unwillingly:

"Come again!!"

The boy opposite was a whole head taller than him and had a strong and sturdy build.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that their physiques are not even on the same level.

"you sure?"

Paras asked hesitantly.

At this time, Atreus was already wounded and on the verge of collapse.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control the strength and accidentally kill him.

Atreus did not respond, but silently gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Five meters!!
Three meters!!
Step forward and punch!!!
"bump!"

click-

Paras just leaned sideways and easily dodged the punch.

Then, he tightened his right leg and kicked Atreus in the calf.

There was only the sound of bones crackling.

In panic, Atreus lost his balance and fell to the ground on his knees.

The severe pain made veins pop up on his forehead and he broke out in a cold sweat.

But even so.

He still clenched his teeth, forcing himself not to make any sound.

"I heard the sound of bones breaking, it can't be"

"His knee is fucked!"

"Atreus, why don't you admit defeat? Why do you have to endure this torture?"

"A masochist?!"

Even Paras didn't expect that he just kicked the guy and didn't expect to cause serious damage to his knee.

He sighed softly as he saw Atreus trying to hold back the pain.

Prepare to leave.

There is no doubt that Atreus lost this duel completely.

But just as he was about to leave, the familiar growl came from behind him again.

"You, don't go!"

"Come again!!"

Hear sounds.

Everyone present was stunned.

They stared blankly at the miserable figure who stood up again, with shocked expressions on their faces.

"You actually stood up?"

"How can this be?!"

"I clearly heard the sound of bones breaking, why was he still able to stand up?"

"I am convinced. You are so hard on yourself, Atreus!"

"Want to continue?"

"If you continue, someone might die!"

At this moment, Paras' body trembled and he stopped. He glanced sideways at the figure with shock in his eyes.

He doesn't understand.

Obviously, he has already lost.

Why don't you admit defeat?!

What's the point of insisting on fighting any further, other than losing face?

He was a little angry.

I have clearly lowered my posture and shown enough tolerance.

But this guy doesn't seem to appreciate it. Will he give up if he is forced to hit harder?

The initial shock gradually turned into anger. Pylas's breathing became heavy, his face gloomy, and he walked towards Atreus step by step.

"Oops, Paras is angry!"

"It's rare to see him this angry. I'm afraid this duel will go to extremes."

"You are courting death, what an idiot."

however--

Just as Paras clenched his fist and gathered strength.

As he was about to give a heavy blow to Atreus' face as he staggered in place.

A majestic and heavy shout broke the tense atmosphere.

"That's enough, Paras!"

"Go down."

The speaker was a cult leader wearing armor. His tone was deep and powerful, revealing unquestionable authority.

Paras turned his head to look at his superior, and stopped making the fist movement. Then, his originally high fighting spirit cooled, and he put down his fist.

"Kid, you'd better not provoke me next time. Otherwise, you will die!"

He looked at Atreus again, said something coldly, and then turned and left.

When Pylas' back disappeared from sight, the officer looked at the wounds all over Atreus' body and said:

"Atreus, even though you lost, you have proven your tenacity."

"You still have a long way to go. The Order can open a door for you to prove yourself."

(End of this chapter)