Revenge Delivered to the Door

Revenge Delivered to His Door

(The fight's starting, the protagonist's first battle—tickets and favorites to cheer him on!)

Time flowed by in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, another month had passed. Diya could finally lift a 520-jin barbell with both hands and hold it there for a full minute. That rate of progress was something others could never imagine.

The reason Diya could make such progress was, first, because fifteen years of suffering had left in his heart an incomparably earnest thirst for strength, for becoming powerful, which had transformed into motivation. Second, after his body fused with the Hell Fragment, the fragment's power had merged into him. Not only had he been reborn, shedding his mortal bones, it had also greatly stimulated Diya's potential, allowing him to achieve successive breakthroughs in a short time.

However, progress like this would only become weaker and weaker later on. Like now, Diya also knew that if he wanted to improve his physical strength again, it would require a great deal of time.

But blindly strengthening his body and spending huge amounts of time on it was useful for increasing strength in the early stages, yet not very useful later on. If someone sent a slash of combat aura down at him, and he had no combat aura protecting him, then if he were hit—unless that body was terrifyingly tough—he would still be killed in one blow.

Therefore, Diya felt that with his current physical condition, he should begin cultivating combat aura. With such a powerful physique, if he cultivated combat aura, his progress would far surpass many people's, and during the process of cultivating combat aura, there was also the effect of strengthening the body.

However, the combat aura cultivation methods Diya had seen in the academy library were all basic combat aura cultivation methods, common goods for civilians. Not only were they low in power and without attributes, their cultivation speed was also extremely slow. This was what troubled Diya. If only he had even a single elementary attribute combat aura cultivation method.

That day, Diya had just finished exercising in the courtyard. He had removed all the weight plates and was preparing to reassemble them when a few footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Diya froze. Generally speaking, aside from Christiana, no one else would come here.

Even Christiana had only come yesterday afternoon. She also would not choose to come in the morning, and those footsteps were not from just one person. After Diya listened carefully, they were actually the footsteps of three people.

A few seconds later, figures flickered, and three people appeared at the entrance of the courtyard. Diya could not help but be startled. They were actually Porter, Frank, and Clarena. All three of them had strange smiles hanging on their faces, appearing full of ill intent.

"It's these three who often bully you, right? Let me burn those two men to ash, then you can have your way with that woman, and afterward we'll destroy the corpses and erase the traces," Diablo immediately shouted.

"Go on, don't make trouble," Diya muttered in his mind, making Diablo shut up. In any case, no matter what it was, once it reached Diablo's mouth, it turned into that kind of thing.

"What are the three of you doing here?" Diya's upper body was bare, sweat flowing down him, shimmering with a faint seven-colored light beneath the morning sun. After several months of training and taking in large amounts of nutrition, the current Diya was no longer the rib-rack image of the past. His body had already begun to take on an inverted-triangle shape, and the faint traces of muscle rising made his body look rather vigorous.

"Yo, who would've thought? Haven't seen you in a few months, and your body seems to have gotten a lot stronger," Clarena walked out, tapping Diya's body with her short staff, not feeling in the slightest that there was anything improper about Diya being bare-chested.

"He really has gotten quite a bit stronger. That way we can hit him to our hearts' content, as long as we don't beat him to death," Porter said with a sinister laugh. He removed his longsword, placed it on the stone table, and twisted his neck as he approached Diya.

Frank said nothing, but he also followed and walked toward Diya, though he did not take off his longsword.

"Trash, I heard you went to Instructor Christiana's pavilion. You actually dared to go to Instructor Christiana's pavilion. If we don't teach you a lesson today, you won't remember it." Porter's steps quickened, and he rushed in front of Diya, throwing a punch at Diya's face. He did not use any combat aura, relying only on the strength of his body.

Even so, the physical strength of a lower Guardian Rank swordsman far exceeded that of ordinary people. Moreover, Porter believed that even if Diya's body had grown stronger than before over the past few months, he was still nothing more than a stronger ant.

Clarena had already retreated, watching Porter's attack with a face full of smiles. A sharp light flashed in Diya's eyes, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a strange smile, making Frank's heart jump despite himself. In an instant, Diya's body swung, his right foot lifted, and with the tip of his left foot as the axis, his right leg lashed out like a steel bar. The fierce whistle of air being torn apart made Porter's expression change, but before he could react—

Bang.

The joint where the sole of his right foot met his lower leg struck Porter's left ribs directly. A faint "crack" sounded. Porter's body could not help but fly about two meters toward his own right side, then crashed to the ground. After rolling twice on the ground, his mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Kill him, kill him!" Porter clutched his ribs with one hand and pointed at Diya with the other. Blood still kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, yet his face was full of ferocity as he struggled to stand. "My ribs are broken. Frank, Clarena, kill him! I'll bear all the consequences!"

Porter, who had been injured by Diya's whipping kick, had already lost his reason. He had forgotten that although he was the eldest son of a baron, he had not yet inherited the title. At present, he could only be counted as a squire, and once a squire set aside his family background, his status was no different from a commoner's. If he killed someone, he did not have the usual privileges of a noble and would also be punished by imperial law.

A hint of hesitation appeared on Frank's face, while Clarena ignored everything. With a wave of the short staff in her hand, she murmured a spell. A ball of flame immediately formed in the air where the short staff had swept, abruptly transforming into a fiercely burning fireball the size of a volleyball.

Then Clarena pointed with her short staff, and the fireball shot toward Diya. As early as when Clarena began chanting, Diya had already made preparations. The power of magic was no joke. If he were really hit, who knew what kind of injury he would suffer? Fortunately, Clarena's strength was insufficient, and releasing the Fireball Technique also took two seconds, which was enough for Diya to react.

His body flashed to the side, and the fireball swept past, then struck the wall behind Diya. It exploded at once, sparks flying everywhere. A hole the size of a basketball was blasted into the earthen wall, its edges scorched black and still emitting faint white smoke, while Diya stomped his foot hard against the ground and charged toward Clarena.

Clarena was startled. Diya's speed was extremely fast, so fast she did not know how to dodge. A Guardian Rank mage still did not have the ability to cultivate a magic shield. She could only watch helplessly as Diya drew close, then as a fist continuously enlarged before her eyes. In that instant, Clarena felt terror. Porter, a Guardian Rank swordsman, had been kicked so hard his ribs had broken. She was a mage; if she were hit by this punch, even if she did not die, her face would be ruined.

Clang.

In the time it took for sparks to fly from flint, Frank directly drew his longsword and circulated his combat aura. Under the support of combat aura, every aspect of his body was greatly enhanced, and his longsword stabbed toward Diya with incomparable swiftness. If Diya's punch struck Clarena, his body would be struck by Frank's sword. The loss would not be worth the gain.

Diya immediately reacted. His body abruptly halted, and his foot tapped forward. Borrowing the force of his forward charge, his body turned to the other side, avoiding Frank's longsword attack while at the same time shifting beside the dumbbells and barbell.

In terms of combat skill, Frank and Diya were not far apart. In the past, although Diya had been unable to fight because of his frail body, his bodily agility had been extremely frightening, and his reaction speed astonishingly fast. Now that he had been reborn, shedding his mortal bones, those abilities were only stronger, not weaker.

He had already decided that before leaving Carlos City, he absolutely had to seek revenge on Porter and the others, first making them suffer a little as interest for all the bullying over so many years. Later, when his strength improved and he was powerful enough to run rampant, he would thoroughly settle this grudge. He had not expected these fellows to actually deliver themselves to his door, which just happened to save him a lot of trouble.

Since they were pushing him too far, he would give them an unforgettable memory. Diya immediately decided to resist. He would absolutely not be bullied like before. Moreover, he had specially warned Diablo not to interfere. He had to resolve this himself. If he could not beat them, he would come again later. Only that would feel satisfying.

Without another word, Diya hooked his toes, and a weight plate flew up. Diya grabbed the weight plate with one hand, then flung it toward Frank. The weight plate's own weight was already no ordinary thing, and under Diya's deliberate throw, it instantly tore through the empty air. Frank's expression changed, and he raised his longsword horizontally—

Clang.

The weight plate was knocked away, while the blade of the longsword bent slightly. Frank's face paled as he took one step back. Diya, however, had no intention of stopping. He hooked up another weight plate, and it shot out again. Frank continued to block and once again retreated, both hands going numb.

Porter struggled to stand. Diya smiled coldly and immediately shot the weight plate in his hand toward Porter—bang. The weight plate struck Porter squarely in the chest, then fell to the ground. Porter spat out another mouthful of fresh blood and fell backward, face to the sky.

"Fireball Technique!"

Clarena pointed with her short staff, and another fireball shot toward Diya, forcing Diya, who was about to launch another weight plate, to stop first and then avoid the Fireball Technique. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Frank charged with his longsword raised, giving Diya no chance to throw the weight plates, while Clarena took advantage of the moment when Frank was entangling Diya to chant another spell.

Diya had not expected that Frank, who usually did not show the mountains or reveal the waters and had always spoken relatively little, was actually this strong. His sword techniques were incomparably practiced, and under the support of elementary wind-attribute combat aura, they became even swifter. Fortunately, Diya's reaction speed was bizarrely fast, and every time, he just barely avoided Frank's attacks. But Frank's speed was too great; he had no chance to counterattack at all.