Reawakening with Limitless Mana-Chapter 37: Challenge-2

The Goliath.

He has a reputation in the underworld. A criminal now but used to work in the military

Arthur has read about him in the newspaper. It was said that he had killed several people in a fit of rage after losing a bet. And when the authorities tried to get him, he was saved by a noble whom they could not offend.

The name of the noble wasn’t highlighted in the newspaper, and that fact alone described how influential the person was.

It turned out that it was the ex-Viscount who had connections with several rulers in the western region and had enough authority, even as a retired ruler, to suppress the news and the punishment that was directed at the Goliath.

Arthur was not completely aware, but he knew that this man was strong and experienced.

He couldn’t be careless.

"What? Scared now?" The man’s face was covered with a mask but Arthur could tell that he was smirking at the moment.

Arthur didn’t respond and glanced at his left for a moment before he charged at the big guy.

Infusing mana into his muscles and bones, Arthur elevated his pace and reached the piled-up bodies of the soldiers in seconds.

Making them a platform, he jumped high, his sword held above his head.

Ross had enough time to step back and swing his axe in an uppercut.

Arthur twirled mid-air, his body becoming linear as he easily dodged the axe and landed on the ground safely.

As his feet touched the ground, he slashed the blade towards the armored knee of the man.

*SLASH*

Ross’s eyes widened upon seeing the armor getting sliced easily and a deep gash appearing on his knees.

"That sword...." He looked at the sword...but it was no magical tool. It was just a purely normal sword.

Ross gritted his teeth and growled.

He raised his axe with both hands and slammed it down at Arthur with full force.

BOOM!

The ground cracked where Arthur stood — but he was already gone.

Ross’s eyes darted to the side. Too slow.

Arthur spun behind him and slashed again — another cut, this time across the back of the thigh. Blood spilled.

"Damn you!" Ross roared, turning with a wide swing.

Arthur ducked. The axe brushed the hair on his head, but he was already sliding low, his sword grazing Ross’s shin as he passed.

Turner’s expression turned ugly as a thought crossed his mind, ’Is he losing?!’

Ross finally decided to stop holding back as he augmented himself with mana and crossed the distance in a blink before slashing hard.

*SQUELCH*

Arthur wasn’t fast enough to dodge as the axe grazed his shoulder.

But he didn’t react and used his other hand to swing his blade.

*SWISH*

A shallow slash and...it cleaved the axe like butter being sliced by a heated knife.

"...huh?" Ross’s eyes widened as his beloved ade was sliced off.

Arthur chuckled, "You really liked the axe, eh?" Without even flinching, he draped his hand on his wound and chanted a small water bubble around the wound to stop bleeding.

Ross clenched his fist...that axe...it was the last gift of his father...and he...

"You are dead!" the Goliath roared as the ground cracked and peeled around him, crawling up his arms like armor. His muscles swelled, and his strength surged like a storm about to break loose.

Arthur dropped his sword and leaped back just in time.

*CRACK!*

The ground shattered where he’d stood a moment ago.

But Ross didn’t stop. He swung his other arm in a wide arc—fast and brutal.

*DHAK!*

Arthur raised his arm to block, fortifying it with magic—but—

"Agh!"

The impact launched him through the air like a ragdoll.

"Phahah! You thought you could beat him?" Turner laughed, finally realizing he had nothing to fear.

"You’re still just a brat with a few tricks."

"Finish him, Ross."

Ross was already moving, black hair flaring behind him as he charged toward the downed boy.

’His control over his spell... it’s solid,’ Arthur thought, forcing himself up again, teeth clenched.

*THUMP* *THUMP*

Heavy footsteps warned him a second before the punch came. Arthur spun and ducked low, just barely avoiding the strike.

He didn’t dare try to block again. He wasn’t strong enough yet.

’Water Needle.’

A small orb floated beside him, then fired a near-invisible needle straight at Ross.

*THUNK*

It hit—but Ross barely flinched. His body was fortified, hard as stone.

Another foot came crashing down toward Arthur, but he rolled away and fired another needle—the same spot.

*THUNK.*

Still nothing.

Ross didn’t even blink.

A punch came flying—Arthur sidestepped.

A kick—he leaped left.

A hammer fist aimed for his skull—he slipped forward and countered with a punch to the gut.

But—

*THUNK.*

—no effect.

"Stop slipping like a fish!" Ross bellowed and rammed his knee forward.

Arthur jumped back—right into Ross’s hands.

"Damn it!" Arthur cursed. He was caught. Locked in a grip like iron bars.

"Crush him!" Turner shouted, eyes wide with thrill.

Arthur gasped, his bones groaning under the pressure.

If not for his body fortification, he’d be dead already.

’No more playing around! Water Prison!’

Suddenly, everything changed.

The world around Ross turned blue.

They were no longer in the field—they were submerged in water.

Ross flinched, stunned for the first time. In that second, Arthur slipped free and drifted away like a fish in the open sea.

Ross lunged, but it was too late.

Arthur smiled grimly.

{Best of luck getting out of there~}

Ross snarled, fists tightening. He punched the water, but the blows were useless.

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He kept swinging, over and over, but it did nothing.

And the rocky armor on his body... it only made things worse. It dragged him down.

He was sinking. Drowning.

With nothing to hit.

And no way out.

Meanwhile, Turner couldn’t believe what his eyes were showing.

In front of him, Ross was encased in a water cube right in front of his eyes—but neither he can get out or hear his voice

"Get out of there, you dumb f*ck!" Turner smashed the water cube but to no avail. It wasn’t breaking at all!

Suddenly, a cold, wet hand draped over his shoulder, making Turner shudder as he heard, "Don’t stress yourself too much, grandfather. You won’t be able to cry at your fullest when I will torture you."

Turner gritted his teeth, "You....*BOOOOM*" He wasn’t able to finish his words as a fist blinded him and he was sent flying across the ground before hitting the wall.

While cracking his knuckles, Arthur approached the man.

Turner was already trembling, his nose bleeding and his mana dissipated.

"L-Listen grandson...we are a family...w-we make mistakes...b-but-"

Arthur laughed as he walked forward and stood over the man’s ankles.

"Agh ...my legs ..." Turner groaned. His sickness has made his legs sensitive, so even a slight weight was too much.

"My mother no longer considers you, her father. So what am I to you now?" A malicious grin extended his lips as Arthur suddenly increased his weight, used fortification, and stomped on the man’s ankle.

"AAHHHHHHHH!"

"That’s right, you are a stranger now."

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A/N:- Thank you for giving my story a chance.