I add points to Indian martial arts.

"Tebaha, if I asked you to rip open a Brahmin's throat and stain the altar with his blood, would you pick up the knife from the ground for me?"

In a luxurious room, the walls were made of red bricks, and the walls were decorated with murals depicting thousands of venomous snakes devouring gods. The floor was covered with a blood-red carpet of gray-black color, and the whole room gave off a gloomy feeling. This was Piro's house.

Piro was sitting in his seat at that moment. He was about forty years old and had a very strong body. Just sitting there, he exuded a sense of oppression. He had several scars on his face and very large whites in his eyes. He looked like a ferocious tiger that was very intimidating.

Five enormous tiger skulls hung behind him, symbolizing his great achievements. He had once ventured deep into the mountains to fight the tiger kings of the forest and retrieve their heads.

He squinted, like a tiger taking a nap, and asked the respectfully standing Tiebaha in front of him listlessly.

Tiebaha was Piro's most trusted and beloved general. He had made many contributions to Piro's conquest of the territory he had built, and he was extremely loyal. Ten years ago, Piro urgently needed a top-quality tiger king pelt as a bribe for his superiors. Tiebaha went into the mountains alone, without eating or drinking, and endured for ten days. He found a tiger king in the mountains, killed it, and returned covered in blood, with one of his left ears missing.

Tiebaha was about the same age as Piro and had a very strong physique, which indicated that he was also a master of asceticism.

Unlike the Brahmin practice of communicating with deities, ascetics of lower castes often suffer side effects from training their bodies, such as developing bodies that are very different from ordinary people.

Piro and Tebaha are considered normal, just a bit bulky. It is said that some ascetics in certain princely states choose methods that make them inhuman in order to gain superhuman strength.

"Report to the Tiger of Badar, I will faithfully carry out any request you make. Even if you ask me to enter the mountains and fight the Tiger King, enter the swamp and fight crocodiles, or even assassinate Ganka, I will do it. But..." Tebaha hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Piro sitting in the main seat, and finally said, "But he is a man favored by the gods, and I cannot kill him."

Piro, still like a dozing tiger, half-closed his eyes and nodded, as if acknowledging Tiebaha's statement.

The nickname "Tiger of Bada" that Tiebaha shouted was given to Piro by those around him out of respect for his strength. It meant that Piro was as strong and powerful as a tiger.

Piro really liked being called the Tiger of Omba, so his men often referred to him as the Tiger of Omba in conversation.

After Tiebaha answered, the room fell into a brief silence. Piro still had his eyes half-closed, nodding occasionally as if he were dozing off. Tiebaha stood respectfully to the side, like a loyal guard.

After a long pause, Piro spoke up: "If he were just a useless person with bloodlines but nothing else, a refugee fleeing to our place, his strength wouldn't even be as good as a rabbit in the mountains. A tiger like you could easily tear him apart, yet you're unwilling to kill him?"

"I'm not willing." After a moment of silence, Tiebaha spoke.

“I understand your reluctance.” Piro nodded. “After all, in this world, if we kill those who claim to have divine blood, we will be hated and rejected by the gods, and we will not find peace in death. But I don’t understand, Tiebaha, aren’t people like us supposed to be hated and abandoned by the gods?”

At this point, Piro stared straight at Tiebaha.

"So, Tiebaha, what are you afraid of?" Piro's tone remained calm and not particularly loud, but the half-asleep tiger had already fully opened his eyes, revealing his ferocity.

Tiebaha didn't say a word, just stood there silently, seemingly ready to accept Piro's reprimand.

"Bang—crash!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted!

But Piro suddenly erupted in fury, like a tiger utterly enraged. His massive paw swept across the low table beside him, knocking away all the gold cups, silver plates, fruits, and spices. Piro, like a raging tiger, pointed at Tiebaha: "Tiebaha, thirty years ago, you and I participated in ascetic training together. We were thrown into the mountains, fed on blood and clothed in animal hides. We lived like wild beasts for three years before finally crawling out!"

"Twenty years ago, Old Bahai cornered me, and it was you who, fearless of death, with more than a dozen arrows in your body and bleeding almost to death, still pounced on him like a mad tiger and bit off his throat! You helped me kill Old Bahai and obtain the territory I have today. Ten years ago, when I was in trouble, it was you who went to the mountains to retrieve the precious skin of the Tiger King for me."

"In my heart, Tiebaha, you have never been my subordinate, you are my brother. You are another tiger beside me, the tiger of Ambada. You are loyal and brave, as strong as all tigers. In my eyes, you were born to stand tall and proud. Why did you lower your proud head to such a person!"

"I'm not angry because you refused my orders, because you're my brother. Even if you betrayed me, I won't say anything. I'm just sad, sad that a tiger like you would bow your head before someone like this. Does your bravery and loyalty mean nothing in the face of blood ties?" When he said the last sentence, Piro seemed to go mad. He shouted hysterically, the veins on his neck bulging menacingly. In addition to anger, his eyes also held a resentment and indignation that had been building up for decades, stemming from his birth and fate.

Yes, he was unwilling. Just like how Piro had been trying to marry her for several years, but Laca had refused each time. In the end, when that good-for-nothing with bloodline came along, Laca gave Suleisa to him.

He was unwilling to let the most beautiful pearl be taken by a good-for-nothing.

He was unwilling to accept it. Tiebaha was so loyal and brave, a fierce man like a tiger. In the past, he would wholeheartedly carry out any order Tiebaha gave him. Now, just because of this good-for-nothing's bloodline, he refused his order.

He felt a deep sense of injustice in his fate, an emotion that had been suppressed in his heart for more than thirty years.

So he told Shah that as long as Suleisha married him, he could immediately transfer all the rights and interests of the Black Stone Mine to the Moyate family, and he would not take a single penny of the profits from the Black Stone Mine. Moreover, he promised to wholeheartedly support the development of the Moyate family's shops and businesses.

At this point, Piro no longer simply wanted to marry Suleisa; he wanted to prove something about his repressed life of the past thirty years. He wanted to prove that he, Piro, and they, these "beasts" abandoned by the gods in the mud, could, and would, tear apart those phantoms who were born sitting on clouds but were worshipped as gods!

While Piro was speaking out in a fit of rage, Tiebaha remained standing silently, without uttering a sound.