Reborn As Noble Chapter 1320: Eyes on the Prize ( 1320 )

Jaigar gritted his jaw, his knuckle duster still glowing. A low, manic chuckle escaped his lips, slowly building into a loud, unhinged laugh.

"Ahhh~ You’re the first piece of trash, a filthy beggar, who’s managed to survive even that much. But who said that was my full power?" He sneered, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "That was barely a fraction of my strength. Not even ten percent. You’re not worth more than that."

"Oh~" Javier’s eyes lit up with genuine interest, a wide grin spreading across his face. He crossed his arms and nodded, his posture shifting from lazy to eager. "So that means... I won’t be bored at all."

"YES! You won’t be bored!" Jaigar’s grin turned savage, his aura flaring even brighter. "You won’t be bored... until your death!"

"Oh... well..."

But before Javier could finish his word, Jaigar vanished and reappeared behind him, landing a powerful side kick to his ribs before following up with a relentless barrage of knuckle duster punches.

"Bwahahahaha!!! Take this, you piece of trash!!! Knuckle Duster Special Move: Barrage Fist!"

Javier’s body was pummeled into the ground, each punch sending shockwaves through the earth. Dust and debris flew into the air as Jaigar’s fists rained down like a storm, each strike cracking the ground beneath them.

"I’m not even finished yet, asshole! Knuckle Duster Special Move: Elemental Barrage Fist!"

Jaigar’s knuckle duster ignited with elemental energy, each punch now carrying bursts of fire, lightning, and ice. The ground around them cratered, and the air tremble with each devastating blow. Javier’s body was thrown around like a ragdoll, bouncing off the ground as the relentless assault continued.

"Still alive down there, you piece of trash?"

Meanwhile, the two coachmen unsheathed their swords to assist Javier, but five girls from Jaigar’s team moved to block them.

"Hey, hey, lowly races~" one of the girls said, resting a sword on her shoulder with an arrogant smirk. "Don’t think about spoiling our leader’s fun." The others unsheathed their weapons, their eyes cold and predatory. "You two are accomplices of that beggar. That means you die here too."

The two coachmen glanced at each other, smirking.

"Looks like we’ll have to finish these bitches before we can assist Prince Javier," Garak said, taking his stances.

"Yeah." Marcor cracked his neck, a grin spreading across his face. "You better not die from these weaklings, Garak."

"Hah! Look who’s talking. Someone with a hot temper like you should be careful not to get yourself killed first."

"Well... I think it’s time for us to stop talking." Marcor eyes narrowed. "Even though our Prince is clearly enjoying himself over there."

"Yeah, I noticed it too." Garak glanced at Buddy, who was still casually scratching the ground with his talons, completely unbothered. "If his master were in real danger, that pekko would be the first to go berserk."

"Agreed." Marcor wielded his twin swords, his stance shifting. "You handle two. I’ll take three."

"Hah! Talk big for someone as hot-tempered as you." Garak smirked, drawing his sword and shield, his aura flaring to life. "Don’t die, idiot!"

"Same goes to you!"

Marcor charged toward the three girls with his twin swords, his blades flashing as he engaged them in a whirlwind of steel. Garak defended against one girl’s attack, repelling her strike with his shield before countering with a swift slash.

"I’m going to spit on your corpse if you die from these weak attacks, Marcor!" Garak grinned, his voice teasing.

"As if I’d die from a training session, asshole! I’m not even married yet!"

"Then you should just accept Kalea’s proposal, dumbass! She’s beautiful, and she’s one of the finest in the Armand Special Healer Unit!"

"No way!" Marcor countered a sword strike and a magic bolt with his twin blades, narrowing his eyes at Garak. "I’ve got my eyes on one of the maids already!"

"Oho! This is new!" Garak shield-bashed one of the girls, sending her flying across the field with a sickening crack. He grinned, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "Who is it? Why haven’t I heard about this?"

"Just focus on the damn fight, idiot!" Marcor kicked one of the girls in the chest while using his twin swords to deflect attacks from the other two, his movements sharp and precise.

"No~ You better tell me now~ I don’t want our interest in the same maid to cause problems later~" Garak teased, his grin widening as he parried another strike.

While Gorak gritted his jaw, watching Jaigar relentlessly pummel the beggar with his knuckle duster special skills, his mind raced.

Damn.

Should I use my main weapon now?

Shit!

I don’t want Jaigar to know my real weapon. The magic bow I’ve been carrying is just a bluff, a decoy to hide my true power. If he finds out what I’m really capable of, he’ll use it against me later.

But Jaigar keeps showing off his divine skills and power, clearly mocking me with every flashy move. Even if he doesn’t say it outright, I can see it in his eyes, that smug grin, the way he glances at me between attacks. He’s enjoying this. He wants me to feel inferior.

Gorak’s grip tightened on his bow as Jaigar unleashed another devastating skill, the ground shaking as the beggar’s body was thrown into the air before crashing back down into the crater.

If I don’t act soon, Jaigar will take all the credit. But if I reveal my true weapon now, I lose my advantage.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with frustration.

What should I do?

"Leader..." Noji stood beside Gorak, her voice a low, venomous whisper as she glared at Jaigar’s girls, her eyes burning with suppressed rage.

"I know," Gorak muttered, his voice cold. "Jaigar and his girls are clearly mocking us. They think they’re above us."

"What should we do?" Valcrea moved beside him, her hand resting on her weapon. "We shouldn’t let them get away with this."

"Yes, Leader." Zume’s eyes gleamed with dark intent. "How about we kill Jaigar and the others too? We can take everything they have."

Gorak’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the fight between the two coachmen and Jaigar’s girls. The coachmen were holding their own, but they were slowly being pushed back.

"We wait for the girls to wear out first. Look at them, they’re busy fighting those two coachmen. Once they’re done killing them, we’ll strike from behind. We’ll take their power while they’re exhausted and distracted. That way, the other two won’t be able to fight back."

He paused, his voice dropping to a cold whisper.

"And I’ll kill Jaigar from behind. I’ll absorb his power for myself."

A dark grin spread across all their faces as they murmured in unison.

"Yes, Leader."

( End Of Chapter )