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Chapter 124
Chapter 124: A Pathetic, Weak Creature, Living in a Strength Woven by Humans
Crack!
With the opening of the heavy gate, the shadow of Warrior King Gagaran—over three meters tall and resembling a towering green wall—enveloped Tang Zheng. His white, beard-like hair vibrated with every breath.
Sharp teeth protruded from the sides of his mouth, and a pair of unsettling white eyes looked down, creating an indescribable pressure that washed over Tang Zheng.
“Warrior King Gagaran?”
Tang Zheng had to raise his head to look at him. While he appeared somewhat stout overall, it was actually a sign of extraordinary strength.
Tang Zheng was both surprised and a little shocked by Warrior King Gagaran's appearance. He had never had any dealings with the man.
As for how the other party had found his new address, that was not worth wondering about.
Boom!
The ground shook.
Gagaran glanced indifferently at Tang Zheng before looking away. His towering figure passed by Tang Zheng and strode into the spacious courtyard.
Tang Zheng frowned and turned his head to look outside the gate, where a large crowd had gathered at some point.
Clearly, all these people had been drawn by Gagaran's arrival. Among them, he even noticed several figures dressed in standard-issue armor.
Tang Zheng expressionlessly closed the gate again, blocking the probing gazes from outside. Then, he turned back to look at Gagaran, who had entered the courtyard.
Boom! Boom!
Each heavy footstep shook the ground.
Gagaran paid no mind to Tang Zheng, the master of the courtyard. After surveying the grounds, he strode toward a spot in the center.
Over there?
I see, so that's what he came for.
Tang Zheng looked in that direction, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "That is my valuable property, Lord Gagaran."
Hearing the voice from behind, the red mark on Gagaran's nose wrinkled. He spoke coldly without turning his head, "I don't like to waste words, human alchemist."
His deep, rough voice contained unconcealed indifference and disgust.
After speaking, Gagaran had already arrived in front of the bound, weak, and somewhat gaunt Ogre in the center of the courtyard.
Compared to the over three-meter-tall Gagaran, the Ogre, which was only about two meters tall, looked like a mere child before him.
“Mmph—mmph—”
The Ogre's wild, fearful gaze fell upon Gagaran. Its listless spirit jolted, and it struggled, making muffled sounds as if trying to express something.
But because its mouth was gagged, the sounds could convey no meaning.
"A pathetic, weak creature."
There was not a trace of pity in Gagaran's white eyes, only even greater disgust.
Swish!
A thick arm lifted and grabbed the Ogre's head, hoisting it up from the ground. The ropes binding the Ogre were forcibly snapped by the astonishing pulling force.
"Mmph—" The Ogre let out a pained, muffled cry.
Crack!
Gagaran's thick green arm suddenly tensed and exerted force, and the Ogre's seemingly sturdy skull was crushed on the spot.
A large amount of blood mixed with milky-white brain matter splattered out, landing on Gagaran's body.
Thud!
The headless Ogre fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, but its powerful life force still caused its remaining body to twitch continuously.
Thump!
Gagaran lifted his foot and once again stomped forcefully on the Ogre's heart. As the ground caved in, he crushed the Ogre's entire chest cavity.
After doing all this, Gagaran turned around and headed back toward the gate. The bloodstains on his body, combined with his cold and ferocious expression, made it so that no one dared to refute him or even make eye contact.
From beginning to end, Gagaran ignored Tang Zheng, the master of this place.
The metallic scent of blood drifted through the air.
It even overpowered the fragrance of the flowers wafting on the light breeze from the small flowerbeds in the Noble Courtyard.
"I told you," Tang Zheng sighed, facing the scene. "This is my valuable property. Even as the Warrior King of the Imperial Arena, you shouldn't have the right to destroy another's property, should you?"
"You are not afraid of me, human alchemist."
The two bronze rings hanging from Gagaran's ears clinked lightly as he lowered his head to look at Tang Zheng. A cold sneer sounded. "Is it because you can use the blood of an Ogre to concoct unique alchemical potions?"
"Compensation for this Ogre will be sent to you tomorrow. As for you! From this moment on, you will be unable to purchase a single Ogre in the Imperial Capital."
"Leaving this place is your best option."
"You should be glad, human alchemist, that I have no interest in weak creatures."
Gagaran shot Tang Zheng a look of disgust, then turned to leave.
He did not think those common Ogres were the same as him, nor did he care about their deaths. But Gagaran would absolutely not allow anyone to use Ogre blood to craft potions.
In Gagaran's eyes, this was an insult.
Osco had already made everyone stop the sale of Ogres, but this human alchemist before him had not only continued selling alchemical potions, but had intensified his efforts.
He even caused the price of a single alchemical potion to skyrocket to over 500 gold coins.
Having lived in human society for so long, especially in an environment like the Arena, Gagaran understood human greed all too well.
His purpose in appearing here was not only to destroy the Ogre in this human alchemist's possession but also to warn everyone else.
Grief for one's own kind?
A glint flashed in Tang Zheng's pupils. He roughly understood why Gagaran had appeared here.
At this moment, he had a clear realization of how different Gagaran was!
Whether it was the content of his speech just now or his style of doing things, it all indicated that Gagaran possessed a high degree of wisdom and rationality—a world of difference from Gu, who was also a combat Ogre from the Touv Great Forest.
This was not just a gap in strength, but a gap in the level of wisdom.
"What a pity."
Tang Zheng looked at Gagaran's tall, green figure and let out a sigh. "'Weak creature'? Are you describing yourself?"
His taunting tone carried through the air.
Gagaran's steps paused for a moment, then he continued walking forward, ignoring such words.
Why should a strong one care about the taunts of a weak creature?
"Do you think I'm venting my anger because you killed the Ogre?"
"Or perhaps you think of yourself as a strong one? Oh, I almost forgot, you are indeed the strongest Warrior King in the history of the Imperial Arena."
When Tang Zheng said the word "Arena," his tone was clearly heavier as he spoke with a faint smile.
"In the Baharuth Empire, aside from Fluder Paradyne, known as the Triple Magic Caster and chief court magician, you are indeed the strongest."
"In the domain of warriors, no one is your match, right?"
"So, it has been six years since you joined the Imperial Arena, and for six years, you have been fighting those weaklings."
"Are you honing your martial skills, Warrior King Gagaran? Or do you find pleasure in defeating those weaklings and basking in the cheers of countless humans in the Arena?"
"'Warrior King'? What an impressive title."
Tang Zheng's voice had grown cold and dismissive. He raised his arms and crossed them over his chest.
"Living in a 'strength' woven by humans."
"You, who have long since stopped progressing, are no longer worthy of the title of a strong one. You have become the 'weak creature' you speak of, Lord Warrior King."
In Tang Zheng's eyes, Gagaran was absolutely one of the individuals with the highest potential he currently knew of.
Gagaran's level was currently around level 30, but this power relied entirely on his two racial levels: 'Ogre' and 'Combat Ogre'.
In terms of job levels, Gagaran's were not high, which meant he possessed a considerably high growth ceiling.
Tang Zheng believed he had the potential for at least level 50, perhaps even higher.
This was also the biggest difference between demi-humans and humans. The level cap was a chasm that the human race could not cross.
(end of chapter)
Crack!
With the opening of the heavy gate, the shadow of Warrior King Gagaran—over three meters tall and resembling a towering green wall—enveloped Tang Zheng. His white, beard-like hair vibrated with every breath.
Sharp teeth protruded from the sides of his mouth, and a pair of unsettling white eyes looked down, creating an indescribable pressure that washed over Tang Zheng.
“Warrior King Gagaran?”
Tang Zheng had to raise his head to look at him. While he appeared somewhat stout overall, it was actually a sign of extraordinary strength.
Tang Zheng was both surprised and a little shocked by Warrior King Gagaran's appearance. He had never had any dealings with the man.
As for how the other party had found his new address, that was not worth wondering about.
Boom!
The ground shook.
Gagaran glanced indifferently at Tang Zheng before looking away. His towering figure passed by Tang Zheng and strode into the spacious courtyard.
Tang Zheng frowned and turned his head to look outside the gate, where a large crowd had gathered at some point.
Clearly, all these people had been drawn by Gagaran's arrival. Among them, he even noticed several figures dressed in standard-issue armor.
Tang Zheng expressionlessly closed the gate again, blocking the probing gazes from outside. Then, he turned back to look at Gagaran, who had entered the courtyard.
Boom! Boom!
Each heavy footstep shook the ground.
Gagaran paid no mind to Tang Zheng, the master of the courtyard. After surveying the grounds, he strode toward a spot in the center.
Over there?
I see, so that's what he came for.
Tang Zheng looked in that direction, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "That is my valuable property, Lord Gagaran."
Hearing the voice from behind, the red mark on Gagaran's nose wrinkled. He spoke coldly without turning his head, "I don't like to waste words, human alchemist."
His deep, rough voice contained unconcealed indifference and disgust.
After speaking, Gagaran had already arrived in front of the bound, weak, and somewhat gaunt Ogre in the center of the courtyard.
Compared to the over three-meter-tall Gagaran, the Ogre, which was only about two meters tall, looked like a mere child before him.
“Mmph—mmph—”
The Ogre's wild, fearful gaze fell upon Gagaran. Its listless spirit jolted, and it struggled, making muffled sounds as if trying to express something.
But because its mouth was gagged, the sounds could convey no meaning.
"A pathetic, weak creature."
There was not a trace of pity in Gagaran's white eyes, only even greater disgust.
Swish!
A thick arm lifted and grabbed the Ogre's head, hoisting it up from the ground. The ropes binding the Ogre were forcibly snapped by the astonishing pulling force.
"Mmph—" The Ogre let out a pained, muffled cry.
Crack!
Gagaran's thick green arm suddenly tensed and exerted force, and the Ogre's seemingly sturdy skull was crushed on the spot.
A large amount of blood mixed with milky-white brain matter splattered out, landing on Gagaran's body.
Thud!
The headless Ogre fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, but its powerful life force still caused its remaining body to twitch continuously.
Thump!
Gagaran lifted his foot and once again stomped forcefully on the Ogre's heart. As the ground caved in, he crushed the Ogre's entire chest cavity.
After doing all this, Gagaran turned around and headed back toward the gate. The bloodstains on his body, combined with his cold and ferocious expression, made it so that no one dared to refute him or even make eye contact.
From beginning to end, Gagaran ignored Tang Zheng, the master of this place.
The metallic scent of blood drifted through the air.
It even overpowered the fragrance of the flowers wafting on the light breeze from the small flowerbeds in the Noble Courtyard.
"I told you," Tang Zheng sighed, facing the scene. "This is my valuable property. Even as the Warrior King of the Imperial Arena, you shouldn't have the right to destroy another's property, should you?"
"You are not afraid of me, human alchemist."
The two bronze rings hanging from Gagaran's ears clinked lightly as he lowered his head to look at Tang Zheng. A cold sneer sounded. "Is it because you can use the blood of an Ogre to concoct unique alchemical potions?"
"Compensation for this Ogre will be sent to you tomorrow. As for you! From this moment on, you will be unable to purchase a single Ogre in the Imperial Capital."
"Leaving this place is your best option."
"You should be glad, human alchemist, that I have no interest in weak creatures."
Gagaran shot Tang Zheng a look of disgust, then turned to leave.
He did not think those common Ogres were the same as him, nor did he care about their deaths. But Gagaran would absolutely not allow anyone to use Ogre blood to craft potions.
In Gagaran's eyes, this was an insult.
Osco had already made everyone stop the sale of Ogres, but this human alchemist before him had not only continued selling alchemical potions, but had intensified his efforts.
He even caused the price of a single alchemical potion to skyrocket to over 500 gold coins.
Having lived in human society for so long, especially in an environment like the Arena, Gagaran understood human greed all too well.
His purpose in appearing here was not only to destroy the Ogre in this human alchemist's possession but also to warn everyone else.
Grief for one's own kind?
A glint flashed in Tang Zheng's pupils. He roughly understood why Gagaran had appeared here.
At this moment, he had a clear realization of how different Gagaran was!
Whether it was the content of his speech just now or his style of doing things, it all indicated that Gagaran possessed a high degree of wisdom and rationality—a world of difference from Gu, who was also a combat Ogre from the Touv Great Forest.
This was not just a gap in strength, but a gap in the level of wisdom.
"What a pity."
Tang Zheng looked at Gagaran's tall, green figure and let out a sigh. "'Weak creature'? Are you describing yourself?"
His taunting tone carried through the air.
Gagaran's steps paused for a moment, then he continued walking forward, ignoring such words.
Why should a strong one care about the taunts of a weak creature?
"Do you think I'm venting my anger because you killed the Ogre?"
"Or perhaps you think of yourself as a strong one? Oh, I almost forgot, you are indeed the strongest Warrior King in the history of the Imperial Arena."
When Tang Zheng said the word "Arena," his tone was clearly heavier as he spoke with a faint smile.
"In the Baharuth Empire, aside from Fluder Paradyne, known as the Triple Magic Caster and chief court magician, you are indeed the strongest."
"In the domain of warriors, no one is your match, right?"
"So, it has been six years since you joined the Imperial Arena, and for six years, you have been fighting those weaklings."
"Are you honing your martial skills, Warrior King Gagaran? Or do you find pleasure in defeating those weaklings and basking in the cheers of countless humans in the Arena?"
"'Warrior King'? What an impressive title."
Tang Zheng's voice had grown cold and dismissive. He raised his arms and crossed them over his chest.
"Living in a 'strength' woven by humans."
"You, who have long since stopped progressing, are no longer worthy of the title of a strong one. You have become the 'weak creature' you speak of, Lord Warrior King."
In Tang Zheng's eyes, Gagaran was absolutely one of the individuals with the highest potential he currently knew of.
Gagaran's level was currently around level 30, but this power relied entirely on his two racial levels: 'Ogre' and 'Combat Ogre'.
In terms of job levels, Gagaran's were not high, which meant he possessed a considerably high growth ceiling.
Tang Zheng believed he had the potential for at least level 50, perhaps even higher.
This was also the biggest difference between demi-humans and humans. The level cap was a chasm that the human race could not cross.
(end of chapter)
