Solam swore that Gab Newell was the fastest fat man he had ever seen in his life.
Before those menacing green nails could strike him, Solam swung his Flaming Vorpal Sword with all his might, beating the self-proclaimed goblin to the punch as he slashed at those short little hands.
As a merchant, Gab Newell was undoubtedly successful. Becoming a successful merchant in the chaotic Abyss was no easy feat—who could say he was not successful? But as a warrior, Gab Newell was clearly unqualified.
It was not that his strength or fighting skills were lacking. On the contrary, he was a genius in both respects. Many enemies who looked down on his goblin heritage had underestimated his combat skills, only to be torn to pieces by the claws of this seemingly honest and harmless fellow!
What he truly lacked was courage—the courage to stake everything on one gamble. He was a merchant, invincible in business, but in battle, he had too many concerns. He constantly calculated gains and losses, and he could tell that Solam wanted to leave them both badly injured.
But he did not have the courage to trade wounds with Solam, because his shrewd mind was thinking about whether they would be a loss or a gain if they both ended up severely injured. The conclusion he reached was that he would lose.
Because he had devoured a troll, he possessed an incredibly resilient body. Its regenerative abilities were absurdly strong, but an injury like having both hands severed would still take time to recover from, even with his healing ability. And that time would be enough for his opponent to inflict damage he could not withstand.
After all, once he lost his hands, both his offense and defense would be drastically weakened.
So Fat G