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Screams echoed in the night sky. In the garden built in the hospital's inner courtyard for "cultivating sentiments," several figures running quickly and making a rustling sound stopped.

The figure running at the very front clearly paused for a moment after hearing the scream, then sprinted off in the opposite direction at full speed.

That was Sergeak, whose armor had been removed and who now only had blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his shoulders.

"That voice...that bunch of despicable beasts!!!"

He recognized the voice as belonging to his son.

Serchiak abandoned the high border wall he was about to reach, even if the sound might just be a recorded trap; he didn't want to abandon it with such wishful thinking.

Immediately afterwards, he encountered figures dressed in jet-black attire.

"You damned Unarmored Alliance!!! Hand over my son right now!!!"

Serchiac was not of noble birth.

However, having mingled in knightly competitions and achieved a status and wealth that many envied, he had clearly picked up many of the habits of the nobility.

For example, pursuing a high-society lifestyle—mansions, luxury cars, banquets.

Or perhaps they would imitate the refined manners of the nobles, and their arrogant attitude of disdain for others.

It seems that only by absorbing all the qualities that these old knights and nobles have left behind can he settle in the so-called high society and separate himself from his true origins.

However, in such a critical moment, Serkiak revealed his most frank side.

A single father who will not allow anyone to hurt his child.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament: Chapter Seventy-Five - The Debate: A Father's Responsibility

Serkiak's only weapons were the crossbow and dagger he had taken from one of the Unarmored during his escape.

Fortunately, both were weapons he was good at.

However, the current situation is not suitable for conflict with those who are lying in ambush in the shadows; these weapons are only for escaping.

Once he reaches the wall, he can shoot crossbow bolts at it, using it as a foothold to escape.

If we can leave this area, we might be able to shake them off.

But now, even with the wall right in front of him, his son's cries made him instinctively choose to turn back.

He encountered the Unarmored Alliance assassins, who were caught somewhat off guard.

"Tsk."

As he leaped to the side, a crossbow bolt shot out and pierced the opponent's heart, but in the next instant, a barrage of crossbow bolts flew from the assassin's direction.

Fortunately, the artificial forest provided him with sufficient protection, and all the attacks were blocked by the thick branches.

"...hiss."

However, the excessive movement caused the wound on Sergey's shoulder to reopen, which was already a dangerous wound that was close to being fatal.

The excruciating pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

Listening to the frequency of the shots through the tree trunk, Serkiak suddenly rushed out of the tree that was providing cover after a round of fire. Before the enemy could use more powerful crossbow bolts, he used his left hand to fire at the assassin hiding in the shadows.

Plastic riders are no pushovers!

These knight assassins could only bully some less skilled knights by sneaking around; to truly defeat him, the assassins could only rely on overwhelming numbers.

However, Serchiak was also somewhat relieved.

Because the people who came all looked like ordinary knight assassins, not high-level guys.

Perhaps he lowered his guard because he saw that he was seriously injured.

However, this number is still not optimistic.

As the crossbowmen retaliated, they closed the distance, and a knight assassin who couldn't retreat in time had his throat slit open by Sergeak's dagger as he got close.

—Another wave of excruciating pain struck; it was still too much of a strain to swing the weapon with my injured right shoulder.

However, Kuranta's father did not stop. After advancing more than ten meters, the knight assassin whose throat had been slit slowly clutched his neck and knelt down on the ground.

"Son! Where are you?! Don't be afraid! Daddy's here!!!"

“Hmph!!!”

When escaping, turning your back to the enemy is a last resort, but it is unwise to turn around and fight them and then leave them behind without much regard for their safety.

The crossbow bolt, imbued with Originium Arts and wrapped in vacuum air, still managed to sever Surgek's right upper arm despite his instinctive dodge.

The dagger slipped from his hand, and all he could do was immediately fire behind him, shouting without a care that it would reveal his position:

"Son! Where are you!?"

The Knight Slayer, who was closing in and surrounding him, also questioned Sergey's actions.

"Is that guy crazy? Didn't we already send people to deal with his son? How could he have been brought here?"

"Who cares? We'll get them reunited in a bit!"

A dozen or so crossbows were aimed at Serchiak.

Tomorrow, his cause of death will be excessive blood loss due to an open wound on his right shoulder.

No one cares what his hedgehog-like body went through in the moments before he died. If the higher-ups wanted, it wouldn't be impossible to make Sergeak "commit suicide with dozens of arrows in his body."

It was only then that Serkiak realized he was surrounded.

He could only charge forward with hatred in his heart, using his unarmored body to fight his way out of the encirclement.

They should at least go to another world with plenty of hatred for these filthy killers, and several of their dog lives.

"Daddy lost to that little girl, but... he won't lose to these filthy trash!!!"

"Kid, close your eyes."

A figure descended from the sky.

The dozen or so bodies remained in place, but in that instant, they were decapitated.

His head remained conscious, but his body was out of control. The crossbow in his hand, which had been aimed at Sergeak, veered off course due to the twitching of his arm.

The fierce wind whipped up by the crossbow bolt swept past Serchiak.

In the next instant, more than a dozen bright red fountains stained the earth and trees red, and after more than a dozen thuds, heads with wide-open eyes rolled down in the forest.

Bardock's figure landed in front of Serchiak.

He was also holding Serchiak's son under his arm.

He didn't know whether he closed his eyes because of the panic during the fall or because he obediently complied with Bardock's demands.

In short, not opening your eyes is definitely the right choice.

Even Serviac was caught off guard by the scene – when he realized what was happening and looked at Bardock, whose hand seemed to have been waving, all he felt was horror.

With a single strike, he decapitated more than a dozen assassins in different positions.

This level of strength cannot be summarized simply by "technology".

Then, in front of Sergeyak, Bardock waved his hand and unleashed a ki blast, burning the corpses and most of the forest to ashes.

"Alright, open your eyes."

When the child opened his eyes, all he saw was a scene filled with firelight. At the same time, Serkiak realized that his son had been brought by Bardak.

"Dad! Are you alright? Your shoulder is bleeding!"

Holding the child protectively in his arms, Serkiak also looked warily at Bardak.

What is frightening is his power, but what prevents him from falling into complete panic is his behavior.

"Ah...I'm fine, I'm fine—who is he? Oh no, I know you, you're that rookie knight, Bardock?"

Why would a knight who has no connection to me come to my rescue?

It seems she even protected her son?

"Oh, you know me. But there's nothing more to say. I've already taken care of those guys for you, and I've also done what you asked me to do by bringing your little brat to see you. Now it's time to go."

Bardak stared at the embracing father and son for a moment, then turned around and prepared to leave.

The raging fire and the father and son who were in danger seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"...Why should we help you?"

Serkiak asked Bardock, who was about to leave.

"Don't misunderstand, it's just something I did on the side."

Badak stopped and continued:

"Also, if you don't want your child to get into danger, either let him grow up to be stronger than you, or protect him well until then."

He looked at the father and son, then glanced at the wound on Serchiak's shoulder, and then, more cautiously than usual, pressed for answers:

"...Do you have somewhere to stay right now?"

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Seventy-Six: It'll hurt a bit, just bear with it.

"This...isn't this 'Ironclad' Martin's bar?"

"Oh? You two know each other? That makes things easier."

Led by Bardock, they quickly arrived at the alley where the bar "Dread Martin" was located. Surgeak hesitated for a moment in front of the door before following closely behind and taking the child inside.

Bardock chose this place simply because it was closer. After spending some time on Rhodes Island, he had gained some experience in dealing with patients, so he didn't intend to drag an injured person across most of the city to the Rhodes Island main ship. Instead, he simply came to a bar that was somewhat familiar to him.

"Hey, old Martin, can you leave this guy here for now? He seems to be being chased and has nowhere to go."

"Is that Mr. Bardock? Is someone being hunted?"

Since there was still some time before closing time, there were still a few people in the bar. When Bardak barged in with a customer who had a shoulder injury, saying things that sounded unsettling to those around him, he awkwardly explained to the surrounding customers:

"Ah, guests, please don't mind..."

However, those "guests" who appeared to be of various backgrounds and perhaps just ordinary tourists looked at Badak with some surprise, and then explained their identities one after another:

"It's alright, boss. Everyone here is from Rhodes Island."