The World We Do Not Know - 115 Don't You Ever!

*snap*

The care-free smiling face of Garuda turns ghastly with him just staring at Faust with his mouth open. He does not hear any sound coming from his surroundings.

Being scared, he looks for his family leader, the old minister. But he too seems scared and cowers back in his seat. Not being able to figure out something, Garuda scans throughout the arena and comes across the royal family, he notices that Leviathan is on his feet with a shocked expression on his face along with queen Uzume. Hades did not stand up but he is one the edge of his seat with a serious face. Garuda does not get anything. He keeps watching the expressions of the people around him.

He looks at Faust who is staring back towards him without an expression on his face, All the people start whispering to each other without knowing what happened. Everyone is as puzzled as Garuda.

*”Is this what the prophets describe as astonished beyond astonishment? Form of a mortal fearing a divine being? And it did not happen with one person! It happened with every person in the Arena. Everyone felt as if they have skipped a frame in their lives.”* Hades who watched everything that happened, describes the situation as a scrummage.

Everyone remembers seeing the gigantic thunderbolt just above Faust, feet away from hitting him and all of a sudden it disappears into nothing with a snap from Faust.

“Father! Tell me you saw it!” Leviathan asks Hades in disbelief.

“I did!”

“I saw him erasing the Thunderbolt!” Hades responds with a small unseen smile.

*”The humanoid that is made by combining the energy stones! There is no doubt about it!”* Hades laughs in a low voice while talking to himself.

*”Did he reach that level already?”* On the other hand, Leviathan clenches his fists tight as his eyebrows meet each other.

Meanwhile, Faust disappears from his standing point. Garuda is stunned and did not know how to defend himself if Faust approaches him an attack again. And as anticipated, Faust appears before Garuda and this time Faust held the sword with both of his hands, he stretched his arms behind his head from the top. As though he is treating his sword like a sledgehammer launching an attack with all of his strength.

The fierce slash came down again onto Garuda, except this time, there are tons of weights behind the slash and surprisingly, they fall onto Garuda’ gloves again.

*”What is this? I did not see the attack but my hands blocked it? My body responded on pure instincts?”* Garuda thinks, as he himself is surprised to be able to block the attack.

*Clank~*

Other thunderous sounds resonate in the whole arena, the steels are colliding over and over without surrendering to each other. Friction becomes visible to eyes in the form of fireworks coming out of the collision.

But with each strike from Faust’s sword onto the metal gloves of Garuda. Brittle cracks start to appear as the metal is crumbling into particles, not being to able to withstand the barrage of sword attacks.

Faust is completely overwhelming Garuda by pushing him back to his end of the Arena. Shortly, the brittle cracks open and drops of blood are seen sprinkling onto the face of Faust.

“DAMMIT!!! STOP IT BASTARD! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?” Garuda cries in pain. His fingers are seen flying in the air between the two.

His metal gloves gave up and broke long ago and if Garuda does not block Faust’ sword coming his way, Faust will surely land a fatal blow which will result in the instant death of Garuda. So he has no choice but to keep his hands in between the sword and his body and Faust neatly chopped his fingers, his nails are plucked from his fingers and are neatly trimmed along with both of his thumbs.

The way Faust moved and attacked left everyone open-mouthed. It is an unexpected and surprising situation to witness a soldier inflicting deadly damage to a General.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT! How did you become powerful suddenly? Don’t you think that you can leave this arena alive! I-if you kill me here, your house will get disqualified and you will be kicked out for killing me. And if you win over me, the minister will forever haunt you to the ends of this world to kill you for sure.”

“You cannot defy a noble and live in this house! Just give up and I will make it look like you are a hair away from the win. People will think that you almost got me. What else do you want? You will be recognised as a captain who came close with a Genera.”

“Huh? Just give up this fight and you will live!” Garuda stretches his bleeding hand towards Faust with a grin filled with new plans.

Faust sheaths his sword back into the black scabbard, letting out a sigh in relief. The corners of Garuda’ lips stretch back to his jaws to a creepy smile, upon realizing that Faust is giving up on the fight.

“Huh?” Shortly, his smile is replaced with fear and confusion in his eyes as Faust opens the palm of his hand.

*THUB~*

In between the whole arena, as everyone is watching, Faust punches Garuda on the side of his face. And with cracking sounds, burying his face into the ground and dislocating his jaw.

Faust is gritting his teeth hardly while clenching his jaws tight. His face is shaking in rage, he sits on top of Garuda and keeps punching his face over n over. His punches keeping messing up his already dislocated jaw, his nose was broken and his face is cut at multiple places.

Faust’ knuckles are greasy with the blood, he kept punching the bloody face of Garuda like a maniac who wants to kill him. He enjoys every punch that buried in the flesh and covers him in blood. Faust enjoys it immensely and does not stop anytime soon.

“Fucker! Trying to scare me? I don’t like it when people try to scare me, it makes me want to break their skull, gauge their eyes, take their brains out with my hand and fuck them up so badly that they will know the difference between a real demon and a wannabe.” Faust keeps raging without settling down after going so far, he cleans the bloody face of garuda with his shirt.

After looking at Garuda’ unconscious face for a while, a small pocket knife is teleported into Faust’ hands. “IT MAKES ME FUCKING MAD IF SOMEONE JUST” Faust groans with his clenched teeth as he carefully places the pocket knife on the lips of Garuda.

“Don’t you ever try to scare me!”

“Don’t you!”

Being enraged, Faust hastily pushes the knife into the mouth of Garuda and with the sharp end on Garuda’s inner cheeks.

“EVER!”

He cuts both the corners of his lips back to his jaws.

“EVER!”

Faust does not stop there, he brings the knife back to the middle of Garuda’ mouth and with the sharp end of the knife on his tongue.

“EVER!”

He shreds Garuda’ tongue over n over into fine chops of flesh as the blood spilt all over Faust’ face.

Faust smiles brightly as he is performing this act that left everyone in the arena speechless. Tsumugi widens her eyes and cries as she covers her mouth with one of her hands.

Instantly, A huge shadow appears before Faust. Faust immediately raises his head sensing a person in front of him but before that. Hand of that person is already inches away from Faust’s chest. The hand is not balled into a fist but the hand is folded and the thumb and middle fingers are joined.

*TIC~*

The person flicks Faust in his chest and in a blink, Faust is Blown away to a whooping Twenty feet and gets buried inside the walls of the arena.

*”So that is what he is capable of”* Faust closes his eyes.