Beast Taming? Nah, Dragon Herding is Way Better! - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: A Great Fight
Still kneeling as with his hands holding on his crotch as he protects his damaged little brother oh so dearly, the fat owner of the caravan watches the emperor-like young man rampage across the place populated by the members of the bandit group, his eyes wide with his pupils constricting in terror as he recalls how he subtly use the young man to get a chance to escape from these bandits, and given how the young man acts towards him, he knows that this young man is smart enough to figure out this intention of his.

‘What sort of monster did I offend just to escape from being robbed by these bandits…’ he questioned reality itself as he witnesses the gruesome scene in front of him, the bandits who previously acts all high and mighty now sprawled in the ground without any ability to stand up given their severed lower limbs, most of them crying and begging for mercy as what seems like the angel of death to their eyes comes closer and closer towards them.

‘I hope he spare my life…’ the merchant thought to himself as he decided to even give everything in this caravan just for him to survive the encounter with this brutal young man, thinking that he can still regain this lost treasure when he managed to stay alive.

Meanwhile, the leader of the bandit group also has some thoughts about the young man for himself, his mind already giving up on enjoying himself on the embrace of the beauties of some high-quality brothel given everything that happened to him, along with what is about to happen to him now.

‘How did a monster like that even appear here?’ he thought to himself as he looks at the tall figure of the young man they thought is also a guard of this caravan, however, given how skillful and powerful he is compared to the other guards in the group, he becomes more inclined to believe what the young man said before fighting them, the fact that he is not a part of this caravan and merely someone who is passing through using this path.

‘Damn it, if I survive here, I will definitely always clarify the situation outside the mission first before acting up’ he added as he starts to regret attacking the young man walking to completely incapacitate his men, his regrets being way too late already given what happened to them, something so terrifying that he couldn’t even help himself from recalling it time and time again.

As they heard the last words of this young man possessing a ruler-like bearing, him along with all his subordinate just laugh at him as if they are looking at someone so delusional that he thinks he can deal with people with strength far higher than his, not expecting that this is the last time they will laugh in front of this monstrous young man.

When the first wave of their companions attacked, they already felt that something is wrong the moment they entered a certain range, making them feel like anywhere near this young man is dangerous, a speculation proven to be true through the sacrifices of the ones who rush to attack him, their bodies being severed into two equal parts the moment they take another step in the young man’s range.

What makes this attack even more terrifying is the fact that they couldn’t even see what kills their companions, merely seeing a whitish silver flash of brightness before they succumb to death with their guts spilling from their insides.

Hence the start of their nightmare, each and every single one of them being massacred once this monster gets even just a few more steps closer than them, and the worst part is when they thought that they can easily escape given that their remaining members are mostly martial artists with fast response and stronger body compared to the mages, even escape fails to become a viable option to them as the young man goes at an even faster movement speed than them.

‘Fuck, whatever, I think I’m going to die now either way, I hope there are a lot of beautiful demons in hell, if there is one~’ the leader of the bandit group, witnessing such overwhelming might from a young man not even half of his age and possessing a magic core and a martial artist cultivation that is just a few levels lower than his, starts feeling a bit depressed and deprived of any hope to survive this encounter, surrendering himself to whatever forces it is that will take over the rules of life once he lose his.

“Can we… make this shit quick?” seeing that the young man slaughtering his entire crew already reaches him, the leader of the bandit group asked with a mocking smile on his face, an expression directed more to him than the young man who handled and dispatched their infamous group all alone, seemingly without even breaking a sweat as well.

Meanwhile, the young man standing in front of the bandit group’s leader, Diluc, seeing this man’s steeled resolve even in the face of death, couldn’t help but admire this part of the man if not for a bit, remembering the laws of the jungle and knowing completely well that should he become the one weaker than them, he will be the one lying on the ground now just waiting for his death.

“That’s good to me as well, I need to catch up with the entrance exam of the academy…” he mutters more to himself than anyone else, however, given that martial artists have particularly good senses, the bandit group leader manages to hear it despite his low voice.

“I see… so you’re an aspiring student huh… that’s understandable given your absurd talent… HAHAHA! even in hell, I can brag about fighting someone who tread the twin path of power!!!” he said to himself without a single fear of death in his face, his expression that of someone who truly looks proud of what he said rather than someone just consoling his own death.

Not someone who doesn’t honor bravery though given that Old Arthur always taught him to respect those with a brave spirit to face even death with an unfazed expression on their face, Diluc nodded towards the bandit group’s leader, sparing one last effort to console this departing soul with his words.

“The fight was great” Diluc said with a tone of genuine appreciation in his voice, this being the truth as despite the two of them being on the same realm in terms of martial arts, he still couldn’t help but feel like this bandit leader is someone strong compared to average people in his own level, even making him a bit troubled to fight with him if not for the fact that his attack couldn’t really deal any substantial damage to him given how tough his [Draconic Scale] skill is even without the outer manifestation of the scales in his body.

“That’s all I need to hear…” the man said with a smile on his face as he waits for the death looming on his neck, feeling it coming swift and painless as he feels his head being separated from his own body, without a single thing stopping whatever it is that severed his neck from doing its job.

After taking the life of this bandit leader, Diluc couldn’t help but feel like during his travel towards the capital, he had already grown so much now, starting from feeling nauseated at the fact that he kills fellow human being to the point now that he isn’t even bothered by it anymore, only, he doesn’t forget to not cross his bottom line, that is not killing any innocent person at all, and only hurt those that do attack him with malicious intentions.

‘I’ve grown even stronger during this time period…’ he thought to himself as he clenches his fist while recalling how the fight goes out, the fact alone that he can handle all those Late and even Peak Muscle Conditioning martial artists with great coordination and synergy all alone something that he couldn’t really achieve yet when he first left for the capital, and the fact that he can achieve that with such ease now proves just how much he improves during this not too long yet not too short of a time he spends travelling towards the capital.

‘Now for the last part…’ the young man thought to himself all while looking at the fat merchant still rooted on the place where he kicks his junior, the fat owner of the caravan looking at him as if he’s some sort of monster that will kill him anytime.

Seeing the young man who appears like an asura in the battlefield, the merchant couldn’t help but let out a high pitched shriek as he falls into the ground with his butt, scrambling to get away from the young man but barely being able to move because of his own weight hindering his movements on the ground.