Aragon was not at all fazed by the punches though it was seen by a few.
That young man was barging at Aragon, seeing no resistance.
Aragon suddenly caught his right hand which was aimed at his face and looked at him. As they were about the same height, they were now half a meter distance and the young man's hand was caught by Aragon. Both of them stopped their movements that instant.
He tried to free himself but it was something caught his hand tightly. He was starting to feel the pain around his palm and it was visible that his hand was started to turn black.
"Ahh….!"
He let out a shout at top of his lungs holding his right palm with the other.
While he was screaming in pain, Aragon pulled him in and kneed him right on his nose.
Aragon released his hand and the young man caught his nose with his both hands, then it started to bleed. He fell on his knees.
When he looked at Aragon, his vision started to blur. He fell to the ground the next second. He lost consciousness.
All the others members became silent after he fell. It was just one kick to his head and that young man started to bleed.
How did he do that?
Who is he?
As they were wondering, Aragon patted his clothes removing the dirt he got on.
He again watched everyone and challenged them.
"Anyone up?"
Even after that beating, he was still fine with no bruise or mark on him. He was standing tall in front of all of them, with a totally serene look.
Ivar and Egnav seem to have noticed as they were watching the last bit. Aragon kicked that young man with ease. It seemed like he was deliberately letting him have his way.
"Who is that kid?" Ivar asked Egnav.
"He is the grandson of that woman who stays in the house at end of the village." He told him about Aragon.
After listening to him, "Oh! He seems to be packed with some good fist."
While they were chatting about him, a few other young boys fought with Aragon. All of them were pounded and crushed into the dust.
The ground has become lively with loud cheering and yelling of the name Aragon. He has become more popular with the crowd especially among the girls because of his handsome features mixed with innocent charm. This attracted lot of girls to watch his matches. To them, anyone who can beat up and entertain them with some good fight, then they will cheer for them. It was just a good show for them.
Some of the boys went against him for the sole purpose of crushing him in front of those girls.
By the time it was evening, Aragon had already fought over twenty to thirty opponents. While few of them were around the same age, they were others who were older than him.
Aragon effortlessly fought all of them with bare hands.
Aragon now had a grasp of his strength. After testing all of the strengths of these youths, he was able to conclude his level.
Maybe he should fight with experts in his twenties.
Aragon started his training at the age of five under his grandmother. She had made sure he was physically strong but he didn't expect this level of difference.
Throughout all the matches, whenever he was hit he didn't feel any damage to some extent. It was bearable for him. His physical resistance was more than he imagined.