“Argh!” 

Rothschild screamed in agony. 

Bam, bam!

Kang Chul-In’s fists were overwhelming. 

“Keuk, keuk…!”

“Hehe… you dare to mention my family with that dirty mouth of yours?” 

“P-Please…!” 

“You’ve crossed the line, bastard.” 

Kang Chul-In was genuinely infuriated. 

How dare Rothschild annoy him when all he gained was an insignificant bit of power? 

He was ashamed to even acknowledge Rothschild as his rival. 

Thump!

Rothschild’s face landed on the ground. 

Crack!

And kicks followed. 

“Oi, trash.” 

Kang Chul-In’s army boot pressed onto Rothschild’s head. 

“Did I,” 

Crack!

“Look,”

Crack!

“That easy,” 

Crack!

“To you?” 

Crack!

Endless bashing. 

Rothschild had gained mysterious power from the demon race Agnaga, but that was incomparable to Kang Chul-In’s full strength. 

Even the intimidating title ‘Bergelmir the Rampaging Beast’ appeared trivial in front of him. 

“Kuhuk...” 

“I was an idiot to think that we were the same type of people.” 

Kang Chul-In stared down at Rothschild mercilessly. 

“W-What b… bullshit...” 

“Useless trash.” 

“...!” 

“You only know...