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Chapter 207 Warning
Chapter 207 Warning
Chapter 207 Warning
As Atticus's words reverberated, the atmosphere tensed, and suddenly, Hen found himself suspended by one hand, only to be violently slammed onto the unyielding floor like a ragdoll.
BAM!
Pain coursed through Hen's body, his grip on the knives involuntarily loosening.
Before he could fathom what transpired, he was hoisted into the air again, subjected to another merciless impact, instantly knocking the air out of his lungs.
BAM!
And then, every youth in the area watched, their bodies subtly trembling as Atticus kept lifting up and slamming Hen on the floor countless times, each time more brutal than the last.
**BAM! BAM! BAM!**
Atticus was precise every time he brutally slammed Hen on the floor.
Although he wanted to thoroughly teach him a lesson, he had no intention of losing 1% of his points, no matter how small it was.
But despite Atticus being careful, each time Hen was slammed on the hard floor, it was like he was constantly being hit by a truck.
Hen didn't even have any chance to scream as he was constantly losing all the air in his lungs with each slam.
After slamming Hen countless times on the floor, Atticus finally paused.
And just as Hen and the other youths thought he was done, suddenly, a sickening crunch sliced through the air, accompanied by Hen's anguished scream.
**HAAAAA!**
Every one of the youths gasped as they watched in horror as Atticus brutally dislocate Hen's hand from its shoulder joint.
Without even waiting for the scream to die down, he seized the other hand, forcibly wrenching it and inflicting another harrowing scream.
At this point, the other youth Hen had been fighting with was completely shivering as he started backing away little by little, hoping he would be able to get away.
But Atticus had no intention of sparing any one of them. They were both at fault and would both pay the price.
Atticus suddenly turned his gaze towards his direction, his piercing blue eyes locking onto him, freezing him in his tracks.
"Pleas-" the youth's plea was cut short as Atticus disappeared from his vision, only to feel his face seized by Atticus's palm.
The youth felt his body being pushed by an unimaginable force as his head was brutally slammed downward against the floor,
**BAM!**
Atticus lifted his head up again, turning his face to the direction of the floor, he instantly slammed it back down,
**BAM!**
And then again,
**BAM!**
And then again,
**BAM!**
Each impact painted the pristine white floor red, breaking bones and contorting his nose.
The youth couldn't even let out a sound; his entire face was bloodied, with the crimson liquid already filling his mouth.
He could only let his face be brutally slammed on the ground, hoping that Atticus would stop soon.
Atticus was way more brutal to the youth than he had been with Hen. He had no idea who he was, but from what he had seen when he entered the circle, he was sure that it had been this youth who initiated the fight.
Unlike Hen, this youth was slightly more powerful, making him able to take on more beatings than Hen.
After brutally slamming his head on the floor multiple times, Atticus finally halted his actions.
Just like earlier, he immediately grabbed both the youth's hands, yanking them with force and swiftly dislocating both hands from their shoulder sockets.
The youth let out a gurgling sound as he couldn't even scream, blood clogging his throat. The youth could only endure unimaginable pain
Then, Atticus suddenly stood upright, causing the youths watching to instinctively rapidly take a few steps backward, as many of them almost tripped over the youths behind them.
As Atticus turned his cold gaze towards the youths, they all turned their gazes to the floor, no one daring to make any semblance of eye contact.
"They are both to remain in this state for 24 hours," Atticus spoke, his words demanding compliance as he continued,
"I promise you all, if I find out that any one of you helped to heal them, you'll end up the same way. Spread the word," he warned sternly.
Atticus's cold words caused many of the youths to instantly nod their heads rapidly in acknowledgment of his orders.
Then, without so much as a word or even gazing at the duo he had just inflicted the torment upon, Atticus walked away from the scene, the youths instantly clearing the way for him to pass.
…
As Atticus got out of the building, he took in a deep breath of fresh air.
What he had just done in there was a warning. Many of them would think twice now before they doing anything as stupid as fighting.
Sweeping his gaze around, he decided to walk around the camp first and check out what had changed since he had hardly stepped out of his room during the three weeks.
The first thing Atticus noticed was the earth. When they had first got here, it had been filled with a grass landscape. But now, because of the sheer number of youths moving around the camp, different pathways had already formed.
As Atticus walked across the camp, any youth who saw him either stayed away like a plague or bowed as he passed them.
Atticus simply responded to all of them with a nod, not caring about all of these theatrics. To him, it was all unnecessary.
Moving past the training grounds, Atticus noticed the new earthen building close to the training ground. 'That should be the forge Lucas told me about,' Atticus thought.
He changed directions and moved towards the forge.
Before Atticus even entered, he could hear the sounds of clanging metal against metal.
Upon entering the building, he was immediately assaulted with a wave of heat. The temperature was high compared to outside.
Atticus swept his gaze around the workshop. It was expansive, with different areas for each of the youths to work.
Atticus saw as each of the youths he had picked for the blacksmith group was busy hitting and melding different armors.
The training had just ended; many of the youths who had faulty armors or weapons had brought them for repair.