Black-Haired Alien From Another World 133

## Chapter 133 – The Arena Barbarian

The match is starting.

ㅡGYUSAAAAAAAT!
ㅡGYUSAT GYUSAT!
ㅡKYUUUSAAAAAAT!!!

At the same time, the kobolds’ leashes were released, and they swarmed towards me. Considering they pinpointed my location despite being blind, they must be quite hungry, activating their sense of smell.

When I was in Krasheim, I used to capture monster eggs or cubs and sell them to the arena. It was quite lucrative, and I became acquainted with the arena staff there. He was one-eyed, I think.

Anyway, the monsters sold and raised as sacrifices for the arena are subjected to terrible abuse and forced into demonic starvation. Pain and hunger. There’s no better way to train a monster.

Love isn’t needed for training.

Monsters aren’t pets or companions.
They are harshly trained for the sole purpose of being sacrifices in the arena.

But just because they’re trained doesn’t mean their nature disappears.

As monsters, they don’t submit to humans; instead, they scream and accumulate hatred. And that is expressed as aggression towards the human in front of them when the leash is released.

Just like the kobolds in front of me.

“ㅡToo slow.”

I also kicked off from the arena floor.

No matter how much hatred a barbaric kobold has accumulated towards humans, even if they’re completely enraged and out of their minds. A kobold is still a kobold.

Nothing can be achieved with anger.
That’s why I’m not intimidated by their momentum.

Unless a kobold suddenly goes crazy and uses Sword Aura, they have no chance.

ㅡTap tap tap tap!

My running speed was faster than the kobolds.
Of course. Kobolds can’t beat me in size, strength, or anything else.

Then there’s still room to spare.

If there’s room to spare, shouldn’t I repay the kindness to my newly made friend, Durvan, with a thorough ‘showmanship’?

“KKIYOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!”

I sprinted around the edge of the arena, hopping like a bladed kangaroo from a nightmare. A scream like a demon from hell erupted from my mouth. For this moment, I was a runaway colt, no, a runaway human!

My legs are million-dollar legs!
I was Forrest Gump running through time!

For thorough impact and showmanship, I ran along the edge of the arena as close to the audience as possible. As barbaric as possible.

“GYAAAAAAAK!!”

I could see the faces of the audience members sitting in the stands.

“Too barbaric!”

One noblewoman shrieked and raised both hands. I lewdly stuck my tongue out at her. “KYAAAK!!” A scream erupted. I puffed out my nose once and sprinted again.

“GUWAAAAAAAK!!!”

I was confident in my screaming.

Mom always criticized me for being dramatic whenever I screamed in pain, but I had a talent for screaming. A true Scream Artist!

I didn’t become an artist, but an artist is an artist!

“Too terrible!”

The audience’s screams of horror erupted again. For people who come to the arena in the morning to leisurely spend time, the roar of a genuine barbarian and the uncivilized overreaction were a huge cultural shock.

These people have only seen gladiators slicing people up. They haven’t seen a wolf boy, abandoned by his parents and raised by wolves in the wild, rescued by humans (with all the wolves he considered family slaughtered) and bursting into a bitter cry.

If they saw something like that, even the malicious intellectuals of the 19th-century Western powers with their imperialistic mindset would be shocked and fall over.

My cry is that kind of thing.

The boy didn’t want to be rescued by humans.
Of course, he didn’t want his wolf family to be slaughtered either.

All that was done to the boy, who wanted nothing, was a miserable slaughter disguised as rescue and a cruel correction in the name of socialization.

They put him in ill-fitting clothes and taught him table manners using a knife.

The boy soon died.

The cause of death was bacteria from the civilized world.

He was abused and taught to speak until he was sick of it, but when he died, the last thing he uttered was the howl of a wolf.

The wolf boy, stripped of his barbaric shell, at least died as a wolf.

“AUUUUUUUUUㅡ!!!”

People were horrified by my wolf-like barbarity.

Good, that’s it.

The atmosphere was heating up!

Excited, I pounded my chest like a gorilla and screamed.

“Oh my god, oh my god!!! He seems to think he’s a monster! That terrible howl! And that terrible, barbaric behavior! He is a barbarian himself! It’s like the arena floor is his living room!!! A man living in a barbaric jungle!!! An underdeveloped man! His name is Barbarian Katt!”

No, you bitch, that’s not it.

“Ah! The kobolds have stopped! Could they be scared??!!! A monster being scared, unbelievable!!! Unprecedented!!!”

As she said, the kobolds that were running towards me were huddled together, trembling.

This is the difference in level. I’ve killed hundreds of kobolds so far. I built a tower with their bones and exist here.

I am the kobolds’ slayer, their nightmare. It’s no wonder the kobolds are scared. But a barbarian doesn’t avoid a fight. Even if the opponent is a weakling trembling in fear.

I immediately changed course and ran towards the kobolds.

ㅡKyu, Kyusat!

The kobolds, feeling the vibration of the earth, lowered their bodies and puffed up their fur.

It was a cliché skill to make themselves look bigger to protect themselves from predators. It was as threatening as a Magikarp using Splash.

It’s just funny. I ran even faster.

ㅡGyusat Gyusat!

The collision was near. One, two. Three. I took a running start andㅡ

“Kim Katt Drop Kiiiiick!!!”

ㅡI flew into the air and planted a kick with all my might. It was the ultimate dropkick that only a true master who has trained in Taekwondo up to the 3rd dan can use.

ㅡPpeok!

“The End!”

The kick broke through the bone armor and pierced the kobold’s chest.

As far as I know, not a single monster has survived this kick. It’s truly a dropkick of death. With the sound of ribs shattering, the kobold flew away.

ㅡGyusat?!
ㅡGyusat!

Two kobolds, enraged by the death of their comrade, swung their arms.

Broken bones were tied to their hands with string, like claws. Getting hit by that on bare skin would be incredibly painful. I don’t have armor right now. I needed to avoid it.

ㅡGyusat!

The kobold’s sharp strike cut through the air.

I immediately rolled to the side to evade the attack, then jumped up and snatched the kobold’s wrist, twisting it. With this weak kobold’s strength, it could never shake off my grip. The kobold’s arm bent in the wrong direction.

ㅡKYUUUSAAAAAAT!!!

When I broke its joint like that, a terrible cry erupted. But even Santa Claus doesn’t like crying children. I can’t let it off just because it cried a little.

“Finishing Move: Royal Copenhagenㅡ!!!”

ㅡWhoosh!

I grabbed its wrist and swung the kobold like a giant war hammer, slamming it into the ground. ㅡKweak! A clear trajectory. The kobold, pulverized by a powerful blow that gathered all the strength in my body, slumped.

“Weak! Too weak! Iㅡ!!! I want a bloody battle!!!”

I immediately let out a mad roar and grabbed the ankle of the kobold that had been pulverized to death, and started a giant swing.

ㅡKweak!

The last remaining kobold jumped to pounce on me, but was hit by the swing and bounced away.

As licorice root is essential in herbal medicine, rotation is essential for a barbarian. The only skills a barbarian can use are Whirlwind or Giant Swing.

ㅡWhat a terrible warrior!
ㅡA barbarian! He’s a barbarian!
ㅡOh! A barbarian!

The audience was horrified. But the real game hasn’t even started yet.

The essence of a duel is in the 1:1.

ㅡShooong!

I released the hand that was swinging the giant swing. The kobold flew like a missile and crashed into the wall of the arena. It hit headfirst, so it’s no exaggeration to say its neck was broken.

Now, all that’s left is the one that was hit by the swing and bounced away.
I turned my head. I saw the fallen kobold.

ㅡKyuu… Saat…!

As I approached him, he trembled and got up.

His fighting spirit seemed to be conveyed to me. He didn’t run away, nor was he scared. He just got up again to fight with his body in shambles.

I see.

He was also a 「warrior」.

“Finally, the opening of the final chapter! The barbarian, Katt, who has defeated all but one of the demons of hell!!! How far will his brutal attack continueeeeeeㅡ!!! Only one left! Only one! Oneeeeeeㅡ!!!”

ㅡKill! Kill!
ㅡKill the kobold!
ㅡBarbarian!

The announcer stirred up the crowd, and the audience, who had been in a state of horror until just now, were completely excited and chanted for the kobold’s death. Nothing works better on humans than action. As proof, action movies are pouring out every year.

“Can the kobold really stand up to the barbarian?!”

Even the announcer twisted his neck and squeezed out his voice.
Good immersion.

The opening was a success.

I’ve heated up the audience this much, so maybe I’ll even get a bonus.

“Come at me, weakling.”

I said to the kobold with the utmost respect. This is a fight I’m guaranteed to win. I can show this much mercy to a kobold who is trying to fight to the end.

ㅡGyusat!

The kobold spread its arms and kicked off the ground.

It was like a ninja stance. The skull helmet he was wearing rattled. The sharply carved bone-claws at the end of his outstretched arms shimmered, and dust swirled with his steps.

“Come.”
ㅡKYUUUSAAAAAAT!!

I took a stance.

There’s no way I’ll lose to a kobold.

The kobold, in shambles, was slow and clumsy without intelligence.
A reckless charge that didn’t even know the basics of combat, just entrusting itself to instinct.

ㅡGyusat!

The approaching kobold swung its arm. With its small and primitive intelligence, it understood what role the claw attached to its arm was playing. That ferocity was about to overwhelm me.

But.

“Too short.”

ㅡPeok!

I punched the kobold in the abdomen as it charged. ㅡGyurak! A powerful blow that crushed its insides. The kobold spat out blood. I immediately disarmed him and lifted him above my head like a barbell.

Everything was good, but the difference in physical reach can never be overcome. A person with a short range cannot beat a person with a long range. Especially if there is a difference in power and skill.

“Oh, oh, oh!!! The match! The match has been decided!”

Was it the last struggle? The kobold twisted its body and legs. But it had no strength.
It’s over now.

I’ll end that miserable life here.

“Finishing Move (必殺).”

I slammed the kobold to the ground and, at the same time, raised my bent knee. The target was the kobold’s spine. With this kind of attack, its ‘waist will be folded in half’.

ㅡWooduk!

“Kobold Killing (Kobold 殺).”

With the sound of the spine breaking, the kobold slumped.
It was my victory.

“…”

The arena was silent.

I turned to the announcer.

“V, victory! The barbarian’s victory, victory!!! A finish with a brutal blow!!!”

ㅡWaaaaaaaah!!!
ㅡUwaaaah!!!
ㅡUooooooo!!!

Cheers erupted.
I’m glad they were satisfied.

“Then, the second round will start immediately! This time, the barbarian’s opponent is, can it be! Oh my god! I can’t believe it! An existence from hell! An apostle of hell! A sinister and terrible transcendental creature that crawled up from the abyss of hellㅡ!!!!”

What the fuck.

“It’s a goblin!!!”

As expected, the next opponents were the goblin triplets.

Goblins are stronger than kobolds. I retrieved the sword I had thrown away earlier. Kobolds are one thing, but I might get hurt if I fought goblins without a weapon.

ㅡKereuk, kereuk.
ㅡKereuk.

Naturally, the goblins were also armed. Not very impressive armor. They were just holding stone axes and wearing skull helmets.

I put strength into the hand holding the sword and walked forward.
This time, I’ll show you swordsmanship.