The entire battlefield seemed to have drifted far away from them. The earth-shaking cries of battle, the dense roar of guns and cannons, the howls and screams of countless men—all became blurred and distant.
On this small patch of muddy ground soaked in blood, it was as if only the two of them remained—one a young soldier burning for revenge, the other the once-unrivaled Wolf King of the Northern Border.
Harald was old, after all, and before this he had already endured a long, grueling battle and relentless travel, draining an enormous amount of his strength. Gradually, Peter began to gain the upper hand, driven by his reckless ferocity and the fury of revenge.
With a sudden twist, he rolled over and pinned Harald beneath him, clamping Harald's waist and hips tightly between his legs as he straddled him. Then he raised his blood-smeared fist, its knuckles already split open, and rained blow after blow upon Harald's face—once majestic and imposing, now covered in blood and twisted with shock and rage!
"This punch! Is for Mark!!!"
Bang! His fist slammed into Harald's eye socket, splitting the corner of his eye and sending blood streaming down.
"This punch! Is for every Northern Border man you killed!!!"
Bang! Another punch smashed into Harald's nose. Blood spurted out, and his nasal bone seemed to crack.
"This punch! Is for my dad!!!"
Bang! It struck his cheekbone, tearing skin and flesh.
"This punch! Is for Amina!!!"
Bang! It hit the corner of his mouth. His teeth loosened, and blood mixed with saliva ran down his chin.
"This punch! Is for Daniel!!!"
Bang! Another heavy uppercut struck Harald's jaw, snapping his head sharply to one side.
Peter looked like a madman, his face drenched in blood, tears and snot streaming down his cheeks. Mechanically, he