The goblins gathered around to witness something that had been cancelled out in the past to curb their aggressive nature.

This particular practice was common where Drekk came from, and he was planning to reestablish it because his kind was slowly losing their edge.

Gribnox was the worst person they could have chosen because he wasn't a fighter.

But the goblins gathered around, and Byung could tell his friend might be in danger.

"I have no idea what I'm going to do," Gribnox panicked right away as he was given time to prepare for his fight.

Byung was the one who was with him to give him that prep talk, even though he knew Gribnox was fucked.

Trogzit might have had a weaker punch than expected, but this was only because Byung was stronger than the goblins' peak strength as it stood.

This meant any goblin that tried to compete in a contest of strength was bound to lose regardless of their strength.

They couldn't cheat their biology, and Byung had broken that limit thanks to his evolutionary system.

But Byung needed to understand the limitations of his strength—he needed to train and find out if he could truly hold his own against an orc.

"It is fine, Gribnox… There is a weak spot everyone has," Byung informed him, and Gribnox looked at him in confusion.

"A weak spot?" Gribnox questioned.

The disadvantage of being on the bigger side was that he couldn't move as fast as the others, but this didn't mean his punches would be weaker.

If anything, his size should grant him extra fuel, which could prove useful in the plan Byung was about to give him.

Byung mimicked a punch in slow motion, stopping the moment it touched below his chin.

"This spot right here," Byung gave him this secret piece of information.

Gribnox had no idea how he would know this because he had never been in any fight, but he had stopped questioning Byung long ago.

Byung was above logic at this point, and Gribnox had no other option but to trust him.

It was better than having no plan at all—at least this gave him the illusion of control.

Gribnox repeated the motion on Byung, but Byung had to readjust his fist.

"You have one chance at this. Trogzit wouldn't take you seriously, so you have the element of surprise," Byung was serious.

Gribnox could tell he was worried for him, and for some reason, that reassured him.

"Like this…" Gribnox repeated, but this time got his punch right as it was positioned right below his chin.

"Now punch me with all of your strength," Byung instructed him, but Gribnox didn't want to hurt him.

"I-I can't," Gribnox muttered, lowering his fist in defeat, and Byung couldn't believe how innocent this goblin was.

"I know you can't, but I can take it," Byung reassured him with a smile, and Gribnox hesitated for a moment, but this would be good practice to see if he could harm Trogzit.

"A-Are you sure?" Gribnox questioned, and Byung nodded.

If they went by age, he was older than all of these goblins presently, but this body he was born into was only a few months old, so he had that maturity.

"Yes, you saw me eat those punches!" Byung joked, and Gribnox visibly relaxed upon hearing this.

He set himself up and threw a punch with all of his strength, and to Byung's surprise, his head went blank momentarily.

This could be because of Gribnox's strength or the position in which the punch landed.

Byung never did this in his life; all he had to go off with were theories as he watched a lot of boxing.

This meant he had no idea it would be this effective, but there was no doubt Trogzit threw a harder punch than him—yet the result varied.

Byung stumbled backwards, managing to catch himself during this, and Gribnox immediately sprung to catch him.

"Are you okay!?" Gribnox questioned, but Byung waved him off because he was certain this would work.

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Trogzit was with Drekk. They didn't speak at all, but Trogzit was confused about why Drekk would do something like this when they had no prior discussion.

Drekk just stared into space with a disgusting look on his face—it unsettled even Trogzit.

"Damn it…" Trogzit thought to himself.

He didn't want to be in the same room with him and would rather be out there fighting than being trapped here with him.

"That look on his face… Not again!" Trogzit thought to himself, trying his best not to look him in the eyes.

"Trogzit…" Drekk called out his name, voice devoid of any emotion, and this made Trogzit freeze up.

"Y-Yes, sir," Trogzit involuntarily stuttered before jerking his head to the side slowly—and there it was. Drekk's eyes were bloodshot, salivating like a rabid dog with his killing intent all over the place.

"I want you to kill him," Drekk commanded, and even Trogzit knew this was going too far.

This would be him breaking the rule in front of everyone, but Drekk had begun to lose faith in the goblin King.

All these rules, but the King made no move to protect his kind when they were killed.

So what difference would it make if they began to kill each other to curb the weak?

Trogzit wanted to question him, but the words couldn't leave his throat, and his body began to tremble like he was stuck in the middle of winter.

"Y-Yes, sir," Trogzit muttered under his breath before his brain could process it.

They were going to fight each other to the death, but Drekk's motive for doing so remained unknown.

"Fucking hell, Gribnox! You better tap out!" Trogzit thought to himself.

Gribnox was one of the few goblins he didn't dislike because, while he might be a goofball, he was one of the better goblins he had met.

But he blamed himself for this turn of events—he must have triggered Drekk in some way.

The blood—it was always the damn blood.

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