Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 269: I’ll tell you

But the technique that Pomora used wasn’t simple either. As the waters fell on the shield, they clung to it like dew on trees, but this dew was bigger and began to eat into the shield like acid.

Terrix gritted his teeth and had to jump back before the acidic water finished dissolving his shield and the rainwater fell on him.

He floated back into the sky and turned to Pomora, his eyes flashing with anger. "You already prepared an attack down there! You might use it to attack my Clan leader!"

Pomora smiled prettily at him. "You already created a light attack above, and you might use it to attack my Clan leader! Besides, you are going to the prison. Why? Did you lose something inside there?"

Terrix flushed. His eyes flashed, and he looked as if he was on the edge of doing something.

Pomora tensed as she watched him, ready to attack when he did.

But they both knew it would be useless. The two of them were strong Master Knights, and if they started fighting, it would take even longer than those fighting in the prison.

At the same time, Terrix didn’t want anything to happen to his Clan leader. He was torn and worried.

He should be.

"...Erm, I don’t remember," Thrain said.

Atrox felt as if his ears were now a sea because all he was hearing was a roar that didn’t belong there. His head suddenly felt light, and spots of light danced in his face as if he’d been punched.

Thrain might as well have punched him with his words.

What Atrox was feeling wasn’t just anger. It was anger that had been bottled up for three years. Bitter, cold anger that had been eating deep inside him. He had shoved the anger down so it wouldn’t interfere with his daily life.

It was anger he had for his father and Clan. It was hot and cold at the same time. But now it was as if Thrain had added a burning alchemical substance to that anger. It exploded.

"You... don’t know her name," Atrox said deadpan. The space around him continued to shimmer with red-hot energy, making his body look molten like hot desert sands.

"You don’t know the name of my near-mother? You don’t know the name of Cleir? You don’t know her, but you killed her."

Thrain shrugged. "Father wasn’t an easy kill. He’s strong enough that a lot of casualties were caught in. Do you honestly expect me to be careful of slaves and servants when fighting the giant?"

Atrox stared. And stared. But then he turned his anger into fire and roared. The prison shook as a wave of blasting fire erupted from Atrox.

It poured out of him like never before, filling the room and burning up the remaining air, turning the prison into a cube of heat and fire.

"Oh! You are finally ready to fight?" Thrain shouted.

The fire cleared, and Atrox saw him.

Thrain’s armor had changed from wood type to ice. Steam curled around him, hissing and bubbling. "So you carried this much hate and anger for me! Hehe hehe! Come, Atrox! I’m the one that killed this slave you cherish. Come take your revenge!"

"Okay."

That was all Atrox said. Just like that, his anger washed away, and the burning in his eyes cooled into coldness. It was as if he had vented his anger and now wanted to talk and act with a clear head.

The prison fell away, and they returned to the forest.

Atrox smiled as if nothing had happened. "Thrain, do you know what it means to have the highest potential in a Clan? Possibly for the whole of Hinterlands?"

Thrain was confused. Was Atrox mad? How could he change from a raging man to a cool-headed one in the next instant? It reminded him of someone, and he felt a chill touch his spine. Their father. That was how he used to act before Atrox was born and permanently turned into a cold, uninterested person.

Anger and then a switch to a cool head. That insanity was carried by Atrox as well.

Thrain sneered. "Potential is just that... potential! It doesn’t translate to actual power, so what are you proud of?"

Atrox smiled. "It does translate. I’ll show you."

Atrox took a step forward, and this time, he placed no ration on his essence. He didn’t measure it. He just used it. Power flooded his body, and his single step was accompanied by a burst of explosive force beneath his feet.

"Huh?" Thrain said almost absently. Atrox had been across from him just now. What was he doing directly in front of him? That punch!

Apart from knowing how to fight and move the body, there’s also one important thing: processing speed. The ability to process what they saw, interpret, and react in a split moment.

Thrain realized Atrox’s speed had increased, and he began to dodge and move his sword forward in a slash. But Atrox was just faster, and his punch smashed into his face.

Since he wasn’t holding back, even his punch carried a small explosion that sent Thrain skidding back, the front of his helmet cracking.

He slammed into trees, creating a deep trench from the place he was punched to where he stopped.

He began to sit up, but Atrox was already there. He gently raised his foot to kick him, but it was an explosive strike to the chest that sent the man flying into the air.

"Clan leader!" Terrix shouted and began to float downward.

Atrox was the one to make a move this time. He gestured.

The tower appeared in front of Terrix and enlarged. The battlement slammed into his chest and sent him hurling back into the sky.

Atrox met Pomora’s eyes. "Don’t let him interfere," he said, just in time to get a punch smashed into his face.

Atrox smiled. A thin shield made of fire essence was between Thrain’s fist and him. "You still don’t know what it means when two people are in the same rank, but one of them has higher potential, do you? Very well. I will carve it into your body."