The World We Do Not Know - 67 The Stronges

The tree is chopped at the places that hands of Gus came in contact with. While Faust is lost in admiration to the power that Gus’s fists had in those punches, the huge 15 feet tree has collapsed in front of them.

“This works on the same principle of ‘Hodu kyusyozyutu’ the martial art that you are learning from Yang.” Gus says with a smile.

Faust however, seems to be lost in admiration for Gus’s superhuman strength. He doesn’t listen to a word but stares at Gus with a goofy expression as his brain has stopped working.

“Anyway, practice this technique until I come back from the mainland. The main attribute you need is strong knuckles and self belief.”

“If you think you can break the rock with your fists, you will do it. If you think you cannot, then you can’t even break a small twig of a tree.”

“And, I’m leaving to mainland tomorrow, It takes 10days before I show up. We shall think about more ways to train your body and to take you to the mainland after I come back.” He concludes.

“Woohooo! That was so powerful grandpa! I’m definitely going to get this done in 10 days.” Faust says while he watches his knuckles in hope that one day he will be doing the same thing as Gus. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting.

“Hehe go on, try your best.” Gus turns back facing away from Faust with a grin on his face and starts walking away slowly.

“Oh! But grandpa! After thinking, I think this skill is useless for me!”

After walking a couple of feet or so Gus instantly turned back with a question on his face. “Huh??? What are you saying Fausty? I took the time to go through the trouble of hurting my fingers, punching that tree.” He asks in surprise.

“Well, I use a sword grandpa! It’s better than knuckles and close fights! Also, slicing is better than punching don’t you think?” Faust replies casually as he taps his chin with his finger.

“Haha makes sense, but Faust! What if you have faced an enemy who is extremely fast, strong and doesn’t even give you time to think? And kicks your sword out of your hand?”

“Would you be able to defeat him? Wanting to be strong is not simple, not that easy. Only a person who can face hundreds of thousands of soldiers, without a hint of fear on his face. Only a person who can defend himself and every little thing that he wants to protect, with or without a weapon, even with bare fists if cornered. And the one who can face any enemy who is  equipped with any kind of weapon or posses any martial art.”

“Those are called – ‘the strongest person.’ Strong enough to protect everything. Even if the enemy is infinite times faster or stronger than them. They always come on top. And you need to put your body under such vigorous training. Just a mountain of strength is not enough in this day.” Gus advertently smiles as he looks up, he stands still and fills his lungs with air as pride is taking over his body and he looks like a hungry beast.

He thinks about Ares in his head, and while thinking he looks towards Faust to say “Even the strength of the earth as a whole doesn’t matter. Get the strength that could rival the world’s. That could rival every living being. ‘BE THE ONE, WHO CAN QUESTION GOD FOR HIS PLAYS.’ heh.” Gus bends lower to look into the eyes of Faust.

“You can stumble upon paths with god someday, remember – that day- you should be strong enough to question him.” Gus goes back to his previous posture and stares at Faust.

Faust doesn’t respond in anyway, he has his head lowered as his hair covered his eyes. He seemed to enjoy the words said by Gus, the hairs on his body stood up with goosebumps and a kind of electrical feeling passed throughout his whole body. Being strong enough to question the god! The supreme and strongest being of all creation. This thought made his blood went rushing to his head as the adrenaline pumped up and spread to every nerve and cell of his body. His eyes widened and his fists clenched.

“Grandpa!” He called in a whisper under his breath. “Ye, let me hear it.” Gus replies in wait. “I want to be stronger! Not just normal strong! I want to be the strongest than any person has ever been!” Faust says as he holds himself back in his excitement.

“Heh! Sounds good, get back to training! I will be starting tomorrow morning. Make sure to become stronger before I come back.” Gus turns back and walks away.

He again stops to the sounds coming from behind him. Faust is punching the rock with thick cloth wrapped around his hands. Gus turns his face to the side as he watches Faust from the corner of his eyes.

“Fausty! I don’t know what ideas you have gotten. But it would break your knuckles to punch a rock with your knuckles.” He says with a puzzled expression.

His eyebrows are raised up with an unimpressed look on his face with the silly thing that Faust is performing.

“It’s ok grandpa, I won’t become the strongest if I keep punching the sand. Let my knuckles break and reattach and become stronger.” Faust keeps punching the rock like a mad person. Ever punch is clean and hard, and the impact is felt on his forearms. He felt as though the nerves were splinting and getting pierced by needles. He still continues in his crazy ways of training.

Gus continues walking with his lips turned to curve. *”He is just like you Ares! I hope I put him in the right path. Now all that is left is to come and find you in this short time I have left.”* Eyes of Gus shows signs of life, once he started thinking that he would get to meet his old friend.