Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 77: His name
Tendrils of red essence spun out of Atrox and formed around him, curling above him, creating the shape of a demon that rested its head on Atrox’s.
Then the two of them breathed out at the same time. It was as if the room breathed together with them. A pulse of shockwave blasted out, followed by a blast of fire that jetted from his mouth in waves, but that was nothing.
It was the roar—the bone-shaking roar that came out next—that was the attack. It sounded like nails on metal, the tortured voices of thousands, and it attacked the mind and soul directly—Demon’s Inferno Roar!
The Knights froze, dropping their weapons and covering their ears, but it made no difference. Their screaming joined the roaring, and it combined to swell in the room, doubling and slamming back into them.
The room shook, the floor cracked, and the whole building looked as if it would collapse. Across the room, Tiber’s eyes were wide open, his dark gaze darker still, seeming to hide the night within them. He stood unaffected, and with his hand on Slya, she was unaffected as well.
Senk and his Knights had no such protection. Their ears burst, and blood poured out of them—and from their noses too. Some had already passed out, while others began to plead and beg.
Then the roar cut off, and the demon figure collapsed. Atrox surveyed his work and nodded in satisfaction. "What were you saying again, Senk?"
Atrox got no answer because the man had already passed out, foaming at the mouth. He shook his head. "Disgusting."
But it was expected. The attack not only targeted the body but also went after the spirit and soul. From the book of techniques, Atrox knew it could even break the mind or forcefully send the soul out.
The rest of the Knights who lay groaning on the ground soon passed out after.
Atrox heard footsteps and looked up to see Tiber and Slya. The former shook his head. "If you increase that attack, then I won’t be able to hold up either.
"You... are terrifying. Because I know you didn’t even use the real power of your core."
Atrox waved all that away with a swipe of his hand. He looked down at the bodies on the ground in disgust. "Weaklings who should have known better. But then again, I can’t blame them. This was their first time fighting me, after all."
"Ah! I’m hungry." His stomach grumbled, rumbling. All the fighting had made him hungry.
Xan chose that moment to appear. He first peeked through the door before fully entering. His eyes widened as he took in the view—all the Knights were lying there unconscious. "You actually did it."
Slya snorted. "You don’t have to sound so surprised," she said smugly, even though she’d doubted him as well in the moment. It was one thing for Atrox to beat the team leader, but another to beat a room full of Knights!
Xan shook his head. "This... Atrox, you just defeated the team leader of the rank 34 team! Do you know how impressive that is? With this... everyone will know you!"
Atrox shrugged. "He doesn’t seem that impressive."
Tiber chuckled. "Maybe to you, but think about it. If you were using normal elemental fire at our rank, there’s no way that rotting water wouldn’t have doused it and covered you, eating through.
"Senk is strong, but he’s just nothing compared to you."
Atrox frowned slightly. "Maybe," he allowed. "At the very least, that last attack would have been difficult to counter if I didn’t have Dominion techniques."
Xan immediately asked, "What will you do with these Knights?"
"Take them outside, and all the Knights of team 34 should get the infernal hell away from this building. It’s mine now." Atrox waved as if the matter was settled. He began to walk toward the door when he paused. "But leave the chef and servants be."
Xan opened his mouth and then paused. This was the first time something like this would happen in the second layer. To invite a team to a duel and then defeat them... impressive. More than impressive.
Slya looked at the bodies on the ground and shook her head. "Now the rest of the day will be a busy one."
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That same day, the news that team 34 had been defeated spread like ripples in water. The first thing people wanted to know was: who did it? Was it one of the higher ranks? When did the Ten approve of it? What’s going on?
Most of them chose not to believe that there was a certain outlaw who went out on a duel that day. Because it was impossible—this was a team they were talking about!
But as much as they tried to ignore it, the reality smacked them in the face. Team 34 had been defeated by a single man. It made all the Scuffed Bones angry and embarrassed. They hid their humiliation as they fled from different inns and taverns, immediately wanting to head to the team 34 base to find out what was really happening.
Ultimately, they all went to their base to find out from their team leader first. Everyone was being cautious. Was this a mechanism of one flag against another flag?
All the other bases around team 34 went on full alert immediately. No matter how it was looked at, if a single man defeated team 34, then he must not be an ordinary man!
Suddenly, everyone wanted to know about the man. Fortunately, there was someone going around inns and taverns spreading the news of a certain Atrox! It was said that he had just come to the second layer and wanted his own team.
That he was from the Steelclaw Alliance. This caused mixed feelings within the Steelclaw. On one hand, they were proud that someone from their flag did something like that. But on the other, they all looked at their teams. Would the crazy guy come for them as well?
In just a day, Atrox’s name spread through the second layer—from deep inside the Veilwood to its edges, then toward the core outskirts and into the core itself.
