The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 306

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (306)
When the next team was called, five men stepped onto the Training Ground.
However, there was one thing noticeably different from the previous team.
“They look a bit young, don’t they?”
“Yeah… they might be the youngest participants here?”
Two of them appeared distinctly younger than the other applicants.
Moreover, their contrasting features were so striking that they couldn’t help but stand out.
One of them was short in stature.
Compared to ordinary adults, he appeared to be about a span shorter, perhaps?
And the other one was completely different.
“Wow… how tall is he?”
“He looks taller than the 1st Company Commander…?”
“His head’s a whole head taller. His build is completely that of a giant, a giant.”
He stood well over two meters tall, and his forearms were as thick as an ordinary soldier’s thigh.
Yet despite his imposing frame, his expression was remarkably innocent, and his hands trembled—whether from nervousness or anticipation.
“B-brother. I just do what you tell me to do, right…?”
The big man’s name was Bran.
The shorter one was his older brother, Terik.
Terik nodded at Bran’s question.
“Yeah. When I say so, you move.”
“Got it.”
The younger brother answered without the slightest doubt.
It was the attitude of someone who had lived that way for a long time.
Arteon’s eyes narrowed subtly as he observed them.
‘Those two…?’
There were no signs of formal training.
Yet in that moment, he recalled the boy he had met in the Southern Region.
Both of these men before him, just like back then….
‘Their Mana Cores are already activated.’
Especially the younger one seemed unaware of it yet, but perhaps….
“This one might be interesting, don’t you think?”
“We’ll see.”
Arteon replied quietly to Isaac’s remark.
And on the Training Ground.
Kamarkan, standing in the center of the Training Ground, grinned as he looked at Bran.
“You’ve got quite the build. Let’s see if your strength matches that size.”
His gaze naturally fixed on Bran.
Kamarkan, being of Turak Tribe descent, possessed a naturally massive frame.
Yet even he found Bran’s physique intriguing.
“Then let’s begin.”
With Bartell’s word, the Sparring Match began.
Thud.
Kamarkan moved forward slowly.
With each step, the earth of the Training Ground pressed down heavily beneath his feet.
And in the next moment.
Boom!
Kamarkan’s foot kicked off the ground.
It was an explosive charge.
“Aaaahhh!”
One of the volunteers screamed loudly at the incomprehensible speed.
But Kamarkan glared at him and shouted.
“Quiet!”
If you have time to scream, do something instead.
Immediately after, as Kamarkan’s fist struck that guy’s chest.
Crack!
With a sound like shattering rock, the one who took the punch flew backward.
“Cough!”
His body tumbled across the ground several times.
It was only a single collision, but he lay motionless, already unconscious.
At the sight, Kamarkan muttered quietly.
“One.”
And he moved again.
Whoosh!
His massive arm swung through the air.
Though he wielded no weapon, Kamarkan’s body, already wrapped in Mana, was a weapon unto itself.
“Aaaahhh!”
Another volunteer screamed upon seeing Kamarkan charge toward him.
The only difference from before was that this one at least attempted to resist.
“Die!”
He swung the Wooden Sword he held toward Kamarkan with all his might.
But….
Whoosh!
The Wooden Sword merely cut through empty air, producing only the sound of wind.
Before the attack that failed to even graze Kamarkan’s massive frame could finish.
“Tsk… you call that an Attack?”
With Kamarkan’s murmur, his fist struck the torso of the one who had swung the Wooden Sword.
Crack!
“Two.”
In mere seconds, two volunteers were eliminated.
The faces of those watching the Training Ground bore an expression of grim familiarity.
‘Same pattern again.’
This scene had repeated dozens of times throughout this trial.
Whenever a Silent Spear Unit member pressed forward, the applicants crumbled without resistance.
This time was simply more brutal than the others.
But then it happened.
The moment the second applicant fell, Terik’s eyes blazed with intensity.
“Bran! Now!”
“Uuuuuuuuuugh!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
At Terik’s cry, Bran charged toward Kamarkan like a raging bull.
The speed was far greater than anticipated.
It defied belief that a frame so massive could move with such velocity.
“…!”
Perhaps because of this?
Kamarkan’s eyes glimmered at a situation that far exceeded his expectations.
“Oh?”
Bran charged forward with both arms spread wide.
He resembled a bear launching its assault. Yet Kamarkan showed no alarm whatsoever.
As if he welcomed a test of raw strength.
“Hup!”
He extended both hands and collided directly with Bran.
Crash!
It felt precisely like two bulls ramming their horns together.
The two figures halted in the center of the Training Ground.
Whoosh!
Terik immediately surged forward toward Kamarkan without hesitation.
The explosive speed erupting from his compact frame seized the attention of every Silent Spear Unit member watching from above the Training Ground.
“He’s fast?”
“….”
Moreover, the angle of his approach toward Kamarkan was exquisitely precise.
The diagonal rear—a blind spot difficult for Kamarkan’s eyes to reach.
From that position, Terik struck hard at Kamarkan’s Achilles’ Heel with the wooden sword he wielded.
Crack!
“Hmm.”
Arteon’s eyes widened slightly at the sight.
Had he struck the thigh or ribs instead, he would have inflicted no damage whatsoever.
‘Even if he wielded an actual dagger, he couldn’t have carved a proper wound into that body.’
Yet Terik had made the optimal choice available to him in his circumstances.
And as proof of this.
“…!”
The moment Kamarkan’s Achilles’ Heel was struck, he furrowed his brow and turned his head slightly backward.
“This bastard…!”
Kamarkan bit his lip hard and turned his body toward Terik.
He intended to press down on his head and slam it into the ground in one motion.
But at that moment.
“N-no, I can’t let you go.”
Bran wrapped his arms around Kamarkan’s waist and spoke.
“B-brother, you told me to hold him down. I absolutely cannot let him go.”
“This bastard…!”
Kamarkan gripped the wrist tightly and poured strength into his hand.
It was a situation where the wrist bones could easily be crushed.
But then.
“Hraaaaaaaaaaah!”
Not Bran or Terik, but another candidate cried out loudly and struck Kamarkan’s wrist.
They had instinctively realized that striking the forearm or leg would not deal significant damage.
“Bran! Hold on tight!”
“Hyaaaaaaaaah!”
While Bran held Kamarkan in place, Terik and another candidate attacked him rapidly.
Most of their attacks targeted vulnerable points of the human body—the wrists, ankles, the back of the knees, and the crown of the head.
Faced with the sudden barrage of attacks, Kamarkan raised his arms to defend his vital points.
The damage was not severe, but as it accumulated, pain began to wash over him.
‘These bastards…?’
They must be a hastily assembled group of those who passed the first test.
‘Is it desperation… or….’
The reason was unclear, but their coordination was remarkably sound.
No, to be precise, this small one.
‘This one is the pivot point.’
Actions initiated by Terik had attracted flesh from the others, growing into something formidable.
The characteristic of such men was that once ignited, they would burn fiercely and grow even larger.
Before the flames grew any bigger.
‘I need to extinguish it decisively….’
Kamarkan’s eyes flashed with intensity.
Soon, concentrating Mana into his hand, Kamarkan exerted force and tore Bran’s arm away.
“Wh-what? What? Whaaaaat?”
Bran, who had been embracing Kamarkan, wore a bewildered expression as he suddenly encountered an overwhelming force.
As if….
Crunch!
Along with the sensation of his wrist about to break, he felt as though he were holding a massive boulder.
“Aaaaaaaaaaagh!”
Bran screamed at the pain radiating from his wrist.
Terik watched in astonishment as Bran, a man who rarely uttered even a groan under ordinary circumstances, let out a scream.
“Terik!”
“Hrraaaaaaagh!”
Another volunteer attacked Kamarkan with even greater ferocity.
Yet against Kamarkan, whose body was fortified with Physical Enhancement with Mana, delivering any significant impact had become impossible.
Terik clenched his teeth hard.
To face such a monster…!
Crack!
Thud!
Terik pushed off the ground and launched himself into the air.
His left hand covered his right wrist, which now gripped the short wooden sword.
A single, decisive Thrusting motion.
“Release that hand, now!”
Terik cried out loudly, aiming the wooden sword at Kamarkan’s eyes.
And in that instant.
Crash!
“…!”
A tremendous thunderous sound erupted, and darkness consumed Terik’s vision.
As Terik extended the wooden sword, Kamarkan tilted his head back to evade, then drove a Headbutt directly into Terik’s face.
Terik lost consciousness in a single blow.
“Noooooooo!”
At the sight, Bran wailed in anguish, but Kamarkan simply hurled him aside and kicked the other volunteer standing nearby.
Thud!
As the remaining three fell in an instant, Kamarkan touched his right eye lightly with his hand.
That attack just now.
‘This bastard… was actually trying to kill me.’
And at the eyes, no less.
For a moment, I lost control of my emotions.
Rage surged through me as Terik’s fallen form came into view.
I could have crushed him beneath my foot in an instant.
“…Hah.”
Kamarkan exhaled deeply, drawing upon superhuman restraint.
And in that moment.
“Enough. That will do.”
Arteon, who had been observing the Sparring Match, spoke quietly, and everyone in the Training Ground turned their gaze toward him.
Arteon then looked at Isaac.
“Passed. Next group, come forward.”
He answered plainly.
Though they had shown many shortcomings, these were clearly individuals with potential.
At his words, the volunteers surrounding the Training Ground erupted in loud murmurs.
I had come to understand that it wasn’t about winning unconditionally, but rather what one demonstrated that truly mattered.
The applicants, whose spirits had been crushed by Kamarkan’s near-violent sparring match just moments before, now felt their eyes gleam with renewed vitality.
“Next team, come up.”
At Bartell’s words, the eighth group’s members ascended with sparkling eyes and triumphant expressions.
Now they understood what they needed to demonstrate, and perhaps—just perhaps—they too could pass.
But in that moment.
“Unit Commander, sir, might I spar once more?”
“…?”
When Kamarkan, standing in the Training Ground, asked Arteon this question, the applicants climbing up flinched.
Spar with that monster again…?
“…Wasn’t it supposed to rotate each time?”
“…What?”
The applicants stared at Arteon with bewildered expressions.
No way.
But Arteon simply.
“Very well.”
Answered as though it were nothing at all, and continued.
“Begin at once.”
And then.
Hell itself unfolded.

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