"Who the fuck are you?!"
Gruo couldn't contain his anger anymore.
He had been utterly defeated on top of being humiliated.
Even if he had lazied around during the last few years, he was still unmatched in the village. Him losing in such fashion was disgraceful and shameful.
The berserker harrumphed, not even deeming the bloodied person in front of it as an adversary. The fat man was obviously skilled with his spear, but to someone like it, it was akin to being poked by a needle.
The only thing it had remotely paid attention to was Gruo's aura, and that was because of its eerie and sinister nature. It could feel its evilness, with its instincts telling it that countless beings had suffered for it to become so vicious.
The commander's anger rose another notch, clearly realizing that the titan was dismissing him like an ant.
He then began shouting insults after insults, to no avail.
Seeing this fail, he switched targets.
