Don't Want to Be Ordinary Even Though I'm an Extra Character-Chapter 114: [113] Duel between brothers

With one knee pressing against Blake’s chest, Erik stared down at him sharply, his breath still heavy from the intense battle. Sweat trickled down his temple, but more importantly, he was finally in control. Blake was pinned, and victory seemed just within reach.

"See? This is why you need to stay away from Helena!" Erik declared, his voice filled with certainty.

But Blake showed no signs of surrender.

"Since when did I agree to that?" He grinned, his eyes still burning with the thrill of battle. "Also, bro... I haven’t lost yet."

The Duel Wasn’t Over.

In a lightning-fast motion, Blake raised his knee and drove it hard into Erik’s stomach.

"URGH!"

Erik was thrown backward, the air forced from his lungs. Pain radiated from his abdomen, making him stumble before collapsing onto the ground.

Blake quickly sprang to his feet, rolling his shoulders to shake off the lingering stiffness from being pinned. His usual carefree smile remained, but this time, there was a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

"Geez... Bro, you really don’t hold back against your own brother-in-law." He groaned, rubbing the spot on his chest where Erik had pressed down. "Damn, I’ll have to ask Helena for a massage after this."

To most people, it might have sounded like a casual complaint.

But to Erik—an extreme siscon—the thought of Helena gently massaging Blake was an image he could never accept.

A vein on his forehead twitched.

Erik’s once-calculating gaze turned into the eyes of an enraged older brother ready to obliterate his brother-in-law.

His movements grew faster, his body lunging forward like a shadow. His dagger gleamed under the moonlight, aiming for every gap in Blake’s defense. Blake, still stretching from the previous attack, had no time to fully evade.

CRESHH!

A thin red line appeared on Blake’s cheek—a small but deep cut that stung with sharp pain. He blinked, touching the fresh wound before clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Damn... You’re actually trying to kill me!" Blake muttered, though his gaze couldn’t hide the slight admiration he had for Erik.

But Erik didn’t respond. He simply steadied his breath and prepared for his next strike.

The battle raged on, an exchange of punches, slashes, and grapples.

Erik attacked with relentless aggression, but Blake, despite being pressured, always managed to hold his ground with his cunning techniques. Their feet pounded against the earth, their bodies moving in a deadly rhythm, the intensity of the fight escalating with each passing second. The sharp clang of metal and the dull thuds of blows landing echoed through the night.

However, as time wore on, exhaustion began to set in. Their breaths grew heavier, their movements slower, and their bodies bore the marks of bruises and cuts. This wasn’t just a physical battle—it was a test of willpower.

Finally, Blake took a step back, raising one hand as a gesture to speak.

"Bro, let’s stop this." His voice, though slightly fatigued, was still clear and composed. "I admit I provoked you, but if we keep this up, we’ll both get suspended, and this whole test will be pointless!"

Erik remained standing, his breaths ragged, but Blake’s words started to sink in.

It was then that Erik realized something—throughout this fight, he had surpassed his own limits.

This wasn’t just about venting his anger; his body had instinctively moved with sharper, more efficient techniques. Without realizing it, he had been applying a combat style demonstrated weeks ago by the Defense Division.

A fighting style created by their own lord—Arkan.

Krav Maga.

Seeing the fire still burning in Erik’s eyes, Blake knew there was no room for negotiation.

The opponent before him was no longer just an annoying brother-in-law—Erik was a warrior who was ready to fight until the bitter end. If he didn’t stop him now, this battle would only escalate into something far worse.

Blake had no other choice.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Haah, I guess I’ll have to apologize to Helena later."

In an instant, his body blurred, moving at an astonishing speed.

Erik didn’t even have time to react before he was slammed to the ground in a single, precise maneuver.

A strike to the nerve point on his neck disrupted his balance, followed by a sweeping kick that completely toppled his posture. Blake had neutralized him within seconds.

Erik wavered, his body feeling sluggish, and before he could counter—he was already pinned, unable to move.

Blake sighed, glancing down at Erik, now completely restrained.

"Well then, this flag is mine," he said in a satisfied tone, reaching for the flag still secured to Erik’s belt.

But then—

BANG!

A gunshot shattered the silence of the night.

Blake froze.

Something warm and sticky splattered across Blake’s face.

He stood frozen for a few seconds, trying to process what had just happened.

Then, he felt it—the side of his face was now covered in green paint.

Blake stiffened. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Shit..." he muttered under his breath, almost unable to believe that he had just been shot in a situation like this.

Then, from the depths of the forest, a quiet chuckle echoed.

"Damn it, Gav... I can’t believe you’re still not dead—er, eliminated."

From behind the trees, Gav stood with a smug expression, his paint rifle still raised.

Despite looking battered and exhausted, he grinned in triumph.

"Hey, did you guys forget I’m still part of this test?" he said casually, though his body was still trembling from fatigue.

Blake could only growl in frustration.

Of all the possible ways to lose, he never expected it to be like this.

He remained in place, staring at Gav with a mix of irritation and disbelief. His body was covered in bruises and scratches from the battle, but the worst pain came from the realization that he had lost simply because he was too focused on Erik.

After a brief silence, Blake finally let out a long sigh.

"How the hell!? I should have eliminated you already!" he protested, still unwilling to accept it.

Gav only smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"You didn’t actually eliminate me. You just knocked me out. That doesn’t mean I was out of the game," he said nonchalantly. "You forgot, didn’t you? A person is only considered eliminated when they’re hit by a direct shot. And me? I’m still clean—not a single drop of paint on my body. Which is why I was able to do this."

Blake exhaled sharply, realizing his mistake.

"Huuuh... What a waste," he muttered, his voice laced with disappointment. But he couldn’t deny that Gav had played him well.

Erik, still sitting on the ground, let out a small chuckle. However, before he could throw out a snide remark, something made his entire body tense.

The once-cool night air grew heavy and suffocating.

Erik, Blake, and Gav all felt it at the same time—something was approaching. Fast.

"You’ve gotta be kidding me... The test just ended, and now we have to deal with a monster horde!?" Gav groaned, still half in disbelief at their terrible luck.

Erik’s tense muscles screamed in protest from exhaustion, but he knew they had no other choice.

"Damn it, I can’t move anymore," Erik muttered, his hand clutching his stomach, still sore from Blake’s strike.

"Same... I’m completely out of stamina," Blake admitted, his breath still heavy as his shoulders rose and fell.

But before they could truly resign themselves to their fate—

Something streaked past them.

A crimson light flashed through the air, moving at an incredible speed toward the incoming monsters.

In an instant, the figure cleaved through one of the beasts with their sword—a weapon pulsating with destructive energy that flickered like burning flames.

Force.

A power that only a rare few in this world could wield.

Erik, Blake, and Gav could do nothing but watch, their bodies frozen in exhaustion and shock.

The figure that had rushed past them moved far too fast for a normal human. With a single, clean strike, the monster that had threatened them was sliced in half as if it were mere paper. Its dark blood sprayed into the air before its body collapsed with a heavy thud.

There was no need for them to guess.

"Commander!" All three of them shouted in unison, their voices filled with disbelief.

It was Commander Kael, the leader of the Defense Division, now standing tall before them. His long cloak billowed as he lifted his sword, still dripping with the blood of the fallen beast. His expression remained cold and unreadable.

His sharp gaze swept over the three of them, assessing their condition in a single glance.

"You held out well," he said in a calm, almost indifferent tone. But there was a faint trace of approval in his voice. "Leave the rest to me."

Without waiting for a response, Kael moved again.

His body shot forward, his speed so intense that the ground beneath his feet cracked from the sheer force of his movement. In a single motion, he slashed his sword through three monsters at once.

CRESSHHH!

The creatures were split apart without resistance, their blood spilling onto the battlefield, filling the air with the thick scent of iron and death. As if they were nothing more than minor obstacles, Commander Kael swung his sword once more, his movements effortlessly smooth yet terrifyingly lethal. Within mere seconds, not a single monster remained intact.

Amidst the remains of the battle, Erik, Blake, and Gav stood frozen, their hearts pounding wildly in their chests after witnessing such overwhelming power up close for the first time.

Kael wasn’t just a commander.

He was a former knight and ex-vice captain of the Royal Guard of the Northern Empire—a position that could only be attained by those with extraordinary combat prowess.

But what truly set him apart from the three of them was Force.

The three of them came from completely different backgrounds. Erik, Blake, and Gav were just ordinary citizens who had only received military training after Arkan paved the way for them.

Arkan, their leader, had dismantled the old system and allowed commoners to enter his modern military training programs. Because of that, they were able to stand as soldiers today.

But even so, there was still a difference they couldn’t ignore.

And that was Force.

That mysterious power didn’t just enhance a person’s physical strength—it allowed its wielders to annihilate their enemies with terrifying efficiency. With Force, an ordinary human could become an almost invincible warrior.

And now, for the first time...

Erik, Blake, and Gav were truly in awe of what Force was.

Their eyes remained locked onto Kael’s sword, still pulsing with crimson energy. Their hands clenched into fists without them realizing it.

Was it really true that only a chosen few could wield such power?

Could they—someday—have it too?