<b>? Vk (1) ?</b>


    Vera’s encounter with Vk was really just by chance.


    During the time when he was devouring the underworld of the Empire and spreading his forces throughout the continent, he went to retrieve an artifact that had found its way into the Geinex ins. That was when Vk felt his aura and unexpectedly attacked him.


    No words were exchanged.


    There wasn’t even a reason to fight.


    Vk just lunged at him with glistening eyes, and Vera responded by drawing his sword.


    In the end, the fight resulted in a draw.


    The oue had been decided in just one move.


    Vk copsed with arge sword wound to his chest, and Vera escaped with five broken ribs, resulting in an unfinished victory.


    Vera heard about him again after the Demon King’s reign of terror began.


    It was apanied by the news about an individual who caught amander of the Demon King’s army, who a group of heroes was chasing.


    [Vk, the Orc King, killed Teira the Conqueror.]


    He was astonished to hear about the news.


    Naturally, he wasn’t sure if it really happened because his memory was warped, but if there was even a slight chance that it was true, then Vera had to fight him and figure it out.


    ‘It was Vk’s technique that captured the Commander.’


    He knew this because he had faced him himself.


    It wasn’t because Vk, who was on par in strength with Vera, became stronger after fighting him that led Vk to defeat the Commander.


    Vk had already trained his body to its limit. If there was a reason, it was because he was more experienced.


    ‘The technique that killed the Commander.’


    He needed that.


    Vera clearly remembered his struggle to barely achieve victory in his battle against Gtea.


    Now that it became clear that the opponents they would be facing in the future would be far stronger than the Commander, it was unreasonable to continue their journey with such helplessness.


    Vera did the calctions once again.


    ‘I win right now, but what I need is Vk’s technique. I will steal it and make it my own.’


    <b><i> Vk’sbat arts must already be well established.</i></b>


    Vera was certain that he would perfect it within six years of Demon King’s reign.


    ‘Steal hisbat arts, refine it, and fuse it with my swordsmanship.’


    That would allow him to reach even greater heights.


    Vera drew a long breath.


    Before he knew it, Vk was now close enough to see with his naked eye.


    He was almost as big as Vargo. His face was rough and very orc-like. Vk’s skin was tan, with a red hue. His long hair was in braids, and ava-like fighting aura was flickering all throughout his body.


    ‘…Crazy bastard.’


    Vk was smiling as he ran towards him.


    Vera protected his entire body with a golden divinity as he thought of a way to counter his attack while clenching his fists.


    ‘The Prince’s swordsmanship.’


    <b><i> Albrecht’s swordsmanship. By mimicking the flow of Albrecht’s sword with my body and attacking, I can draw upon all of his techniques.</i></b>


    With that conclusion, Vera sharpened his divinity like an aura, and Vk, who quickly approached, swung his fist.


    There was no sound from their collision.


    Vera’s counterattack disintegrated Vk’s outstretched fist.


    ***


    It felt like an eternity.


    Vk’s eyes grew wide as he looked at his fist that sttered into the air.


    It was an expected reaction since his fists, which had never been blocked before, were dispersing into an unfamiliar form.


    For a long while, Vk stared at Vera.


    A ck-haired human covered in a golden fighting aura. His ashen eyes shook in curiosity.


    Not out of fear or nervousness, but curiosity.


    Vk was certain.


    ‘Strong one!’


    He realized that the one who had been endlessly provoking his fighting aura for thest few days was this person.


    Vk’s smile grew bigger. He held onto his fighting aura that had dissipated in the air. Then, he twisted his arm andunched his fist at the human once more.


    The elongated moment contracted again, and once more, his fist failed to strike the human.


    <i> Tong</i><i>—</i>


    The path of his fist twisted with a tiny noise.


    Vk felt his heart burning up. It was a reaction that always followed when his primal instincts began to overwhelm his reason.


    A formidable opponent. No, it was an opponent that he could not win against. Someone who could make him go all-out.


    Vk had experienced this feeling only once before, in battle.


    ‘Wraith Knight!’


    The Death Knight from the faraway Cradle.


    Vk also felt this way when he faced him.


    He felt like he would die.


    At that thought, Vk felt an intense thrill like never before.


    The King of Fighters, an honorable warrior who fights until the end. The thought of fighting in the face of death drove all reason from his mind, and he unleashed his fighting spirit.


    The redva turned into the colors of a zing sun.


    The vegetation that covered the ins started to wither.


    His essence, umted not through training but through experience, began to unravel.


    Vera’s eyes sparkled.


    ‘It’sing.’


    He knew it from their duel during thest round.


    Vk would now change his posture. His aura would move. As if confirming the correctness of that assumption, Vk began to spread his feet apart. He pulled his fists behind him, and his bulging muscles were visible.


    Faced with an aura that looked like it could set the world on fire, Vera straightened himself out as he felt the ends of his divinity crumble.


    Vk’s fist shot out.


    A boulder that felt like the sun blocked his field of vision.


    ‘Death Fist.’


    It was the only signature technique of Vk that he had encountered.


    Avoiding it was the normal thing to do, but Vera did not.


    Vera had already mastered that technique. He needed the next one.


    So Vera stretched out his hand.


    Vera’s hand, which looked like it was going to touch Vk’s fist, twisted its direction and headed toward his wrist. He grabbed it and turned his body.


    <i> Whack–!</i>


    For a moment, it looked like Vk’s hand would incinerate everything on its path, but Vera spun him around and sent him flying.


    Shortly after, Vera aimed his fist at Vk’s abdomen. It was also the Death Fist. He wanted to force him to show something else.


    <i> Boom–!</i>


    A heavy blow rang out.


    The techniquended cleanly, but Vk didn’t even flinch. He wrapped his legs around Vera’s outstretched arm.


    He flicked his hips with a move that was unlikely of his big body. Vk’s arm was pulled tightly behind his chest, then stretched out instantly.


    It wasn’t a fist-punching technique.


    It was a type of lifeforce cultivation that unterally channeled his entire body’s fighting aura into his opponent.


    Vera let out a short cry of admiration, then untangled his arm and twisted to kick Vk.


    A sun-like aura swept past one side of Vera’s body, but he did not take any damage.


    This was because the difference in their skill was too big. Vk’s technique was only the foundation, and yet to bepleted.


    This time as well, Vk’s attacks were useless, and Vera’s kick hit him directly, ending it all in one move.


    Vera thought as he watched Vk bounce off into the distance.


    ‘There must be more.’


    The two-handed attack after the Death Fist was certainly powerful, but it wasn’t the kind of technique that could take down amander.


    It was not enough.


    Amander was not weak.


    Vera refined his breathing and shook off the remaining shock in his body. Likewise, Vk was also bracing himself.


    <i> Bam</i><i>—!</i>


    Vk struck the ground with both fists, and went on all fours.


    The only thing visible in his piercing gaze was his fighting aura.


    ‘Did he lose his sense of reason?’


    There was no trace of reason or awareness in his gaze.


    Vera continued to wonder, then clicked his tongue.


    <b><i> Should we continue this fight? Or should I knock him out and drag him back to the vige?</i></b>


    Vera thought that there would be nothing more to see from an opponent who had lost his reasoning.


    That thought vanishedpletely from Vera’s mind as Vk charged.


    ***


    Vk felt his body grow hotter than ever.


    He felt his heartbeat echoing through his head.


    That was enough.


    Vk charged towards Vera. He thrust out his fist and swung his leg. There were no calctions behind it, but that did not matter to Vk.


    His fighting aura engraved in his instinct was his most trustworthy ally and it led his body.


    It refined his aura and released it. It guided him to attack, block, and dodge during fights.


    Since his body instinctively knew what to do, Vk just had to surrender himself to the exhration of igniting his entire body.


    His fist struck out, and it was blocked.


    The leg he swung was thrown off course by a human arm.


    His fighting aura burned his surroundings, but the human’s golden aura stayed in ce.


    Vk curled his fists.


    What followed was a series of the technique that Vera had referred to as ‘Death Fist.’


    Right hand, then left, then with both hands.


    Vk unleashed blow after blow.


    Vera’s golden divinity wavered slightly. His expression cracked.


    Vkughed out loud and struck another Death Fist.


    Meanwhile…


    <i> Boom—!</i>


    Finally, Vk delivered a powerful blow.


    Vera was sent flying backward.


    However, Vk did not stop. He tightened the muscles in his legs and sprinted toward Vera.


    His outstretched fist… was not a Death Fist this time.


    As always, Vk attacked just as his body and fighting aura made him.


    He let his instinct maneuver his body, and he just simply vented his emotions.


    It was a battle against someone strong.


    A life-or-death battle.


    It was a noble ritual to find out who was the strongest. To shed blood and flesh, and emerge victorious in the end.


    The heat that was burning throughout his body was his fighting aura, and the pain as he pushed his body to the limits was joy.


    He put his mind onto his fist, then it burst.


    At that moment.


    “…I vow.”


    Vk fell unconscious as Vera spoke those words.


    ***


    In the midst of thepletely overturned in, Vera looked at the fallen Vk with a surprised expression, breathing heavily.


    ‘…That.’


    Vk’s final move.


    Vera could not stop thinking about the attack that looked unstoppable unless he used his Apostle’s power.


    There was nothing special about Vk’s punch.


    But still, that attack reminded him of death.


    Vera knew about that move.


    ‘His Holiness…’


    It was the same move that Vargo used to push back Terdan.


    He could not understand.


    Vk was weaker than him.


    He was a berserker who only knew how to throw his fists.


    So how was he able to do such a move?


    The move that Vk had just performed was on a level that Vera had yet to reach.


    During the battle with Annalise, he was only able to ‘imitate’ that power by using divine power when the gate to the Heavenly Realm was opened


    After much thought, Vera realized what Vk had done.


    ‘…He utilized intention.’


    Vera’s gaze pierced through Vk.


    The use of ‘intention’ and its meaning that Vargo had drilled into his ears.


    It solved all of his questions.


    Intention was a thought-level martial arts that could overturn absolute physical power. It was a martial arts of a higher concept that could pierce through life energy and strike at the very fabric of existence.


    That could exin how Vk was able to intimidate him, and how he wouldter win against amander by himself.


    As he arrived at that conclusion, Vera suddenly burst outughing.


    ‘Have I not reached it yet?’


    What Vk had done was something he still could not do.


    He made oaths and vows, restrained and suppressed himself, and had set a goal for himself, so he thought that he knew something about intention.


    He was mistaken.


    What he had aplished in his battles so far was merely forcing himself through anger and desperation.


    He wasn’t regting his intent.


    Vera felt dejected as he realized that he was not yet at the point of utilizing ‘intention’ and that he had been amiss when he thought that he had been using it all along.