112 Friendship blossoms by punches to the head 2 (1/2)

A temple was a place which took pride in being secluded and not partaking in secular matters. Their core principles and values were taught and delivered only to the most suitable successors. It was not rare to find temples with only a few members.

In comparison to the Churches, they did not look at affinity to the elements but were judging the vessel. While the vessel was of importance to the Churches as well, the temples were looking for scarce types which could occur when the parents had a very diluted bloodline.

Those children were then taken in and taught how to utelize their strange body. Despite the harsh criteria for a selection, once they have been trained, they act as a strong force and can scout many dangerous areas without losing their lives.

But due to the risky nature of their jobs, there are a lot of accidents, that keeps the number of them particularly low. Trying to breed those type of bodies did not yield any good results and the idea was discarded.

The babies stemming from this type of breeding were then used as cannon-fodder on the frontlines and quickly forgotten about. The status quo was enough because even though a scout is useful, they do not serve any other purpose.

The killing of monsters is and will be done by magic, not a pseudo version which strengthens the body. No matter how rare or how strong their body is, in the end, it will remain a body. That is why he enjoyed the fight in front of his eyes but did not assign it any importance.

As to why those 10 people left their temple and were allowed to come to this world was the true cause of concern for Tom. Besides that, he could not fathom exactly why his aid fighting with one of them in the first place.

He had just been talking to the young woman and then before he had noticed it his aid had started the fight with one member of the temple.

While Tom was pondering on how things got this far, the members of the Church were discussing something entirely else.

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” Junior Brother seems to have more trouble then intentionally expected,” said one member of the Church looking at the fight with a bit of schadenfreude.

”It's not like you would fare any better than him.” Another member of the Temple chimed in to tease his brother.

This bickering had continued throughout the fight as they spectated from the sidelines. They were surprised to see their brother use magic but it was justifiable after seeing his enemy. If his opponent had not shown leniency as their brother decide to fight with his body alone, then this fight would have been over already.

Despite the long fight everybody of them was enjoying the sight and chatting about all sorts of things. In their mind, there was no scenario in which they would see their brother lose. As strong as his enemy might be, he was solely relying on his flesh.

With magic empowering his attacks it was only a matter of time before the fight would end. Despite the inevitable outcome they still watched the fight in anticipation.

” What is his body made of, that he can resist so many punches? ”

” Even most monsters have weaker flesh than his, after all, they strengthen theirs with magic.”

” And yet I do not even feel an ounce of magic coming from him.”

Although they took pride in their body, they used an effect similar to monsters and strengthened it in its entirety. A body this strong without any magic was a novelty for them. If they could achieve that kind of strength without magic, what affect would magic have on a strong body like this?

With their curiosity piqued they tried to watch his body and deduce how it functioned. But since they only could see his face, they did not discover a single thing. It was as there was nothing special about him at all.

His movements and strange technique went unappreciated as no one paid any attention towards minor details like that. It was only the force behind punches, that defined their worth. The concept of martial arts had never left its infancy and had developed with the display of power.

How could it? The dominant magic and its development did not leave any place for the tactics and technique related to the movement of the body. Add tradition and only a few practitioners in the mix and nothing changes.

Progress and development are often born out of necessity and if you have a nuke at your disposal why would you build a sword. If things continued to be this way, then nothing would change at all. Why bother investing time and effort into something fruitless?

At least that is what I thought upon hearing their evaluations of myself. Those people were not too adamant on keeping their thoughts a secret the way they were spilling out anything that came to their mind.

It was hard to enjoy a fight while listening to all of their words. Especially since those wankers were criticizing my form and my technique. I am by no means, a prodigy regarding fighting but why can no one tell, what I have been doing until now?

All the bob and weaving, all of my tactically placed punches all of my footwork, everything was ignored by them? I have been doing all of this for nothing? Maybe I should consider beating some sense into those guys.

I even endured all punches just to showcase how much power can be taken off, by utilizing the movement of my head and all that those idiots say was that I have a sturdy body. Seriously what is wrong with them, that they can not even recognize something as easy as that?

Here I thought I was doing those guys favour because they are pure, but no common sense could be found in any of them. The worst offender was still trying his best to beat me to death, without trying to copy any of my attacks.

I have tried my best to endure and guide them, but I lost patience and decided to beat some common sense into him. But all of my goodwill fell on deaf ears, as this madman was even more agitated by my punches.

But as common sense dictates if at first you don't succeed try and try again. Over and over again my punches were raining on his face, but stubborn as a mule he refused to back down and attacked me as well.

I refused to stop throwing punches because this idiot had to see the error of his ways and even if my face got bruised a little he would be worn out and finally see the mistakes he has done. Or so I thought, the result was us punching the living daylights out of each other with no side showing any intention on stopping it any time soon.

But over time, I was forced to admit that this rabid dog would not stop and I had to admit he showed more willpower than me in this regard. I decided to be the bigger man and just knock him out cold.