Novel & Cerita Teenage Mercenary Manga

But in her eyes, there was a look of bloodthirst that she shouldn't have at her age. Bark Scorpion was only stunned for a moment before he recognized the teenage girl, "Are you the second in command of Stars Group Merak?" He looked satisfied, "It seems that the information is correct, and you are indeed here! It's been a long wait! But you shouldn't have rushed to show up! After all... if you came later, you could live longer. Why rush to die?!" "Die?" Merak couldn't help tilting her head when she heard this and blinked.

One of the guy said. The other guy looked at him with an annoyed expression." You fool, is your other head in your pants was the only one that thinking for you? Look, the price of the goods will be half if you tried touch her. Beside, it's all your fault that we are currently running until the human territory, just to catch that girl". The other beast man was disappointed to the words of Vic. This two mercenary was Vic and Marlon, a beast man with a cultivation level at iron tier level.

Shadow stared reassuringly at Captain. “Furthermore, they are trained to be my substitutes if anything happens to me.” “Your substitute if something happens to you?” For some reason, Ibrahim hated that sentence so much. “The facilities are a brutal place for a mediocre kid. They'll die if they didn't perform. Unlike normal children, we are trained as mercenaries as early as 10 years old. Captain was included. The only difference was, he was hired by the government which later was betrayed by the said government.”

The audience has now become noisier than ever with heated discussions; most of them have emptied their pouches. Three out of the four are mercenaries. Somehow they look more vicious than others who are in the hall, not because of their huge wings and horns, but because of something in their expressions. They look cruel and yet, the one who intimidates her is neither of them but the one who is heavily chained. He has manacles on his wrists, ankles, and an iron collar on his neck. One mercenary was holding the chain that is connected to the collar. He is half-naked like other people who have been auctioned, only wearing a pair of tight, long black pants.

Lillian noticed Darryl looked puzzled and she explained softly, "Darren, this is Harris Yammer from the Thunder Mercenary Team. The Thunder Mercenary Team is the largest mercenary group in The Nine Continents and they have great influence." Darryl nodded silently, his eyes fixed on Harris. ‘He’s a Level Five Martial Emperor. He’s quite powerful,’ he thought. Harris looked around and said, "Everyone! You know the purpose of this tournament. Yellow Sky Trading has monopolized the trade of all inner cores and treasures in every black market and trading market. The inner cores and treasures that we risk our lives and work hard to collect must be sold through Yellow Sky Trading.

I was already there, my boot coming down hard on his fingers until the bones popped. He was nothing but a yearling, a black scorpion mark inked crudely behind his ear—the sign of a rogue mercenary. His breath stank of cheap ale, his tunic drenched in sweat. I dropped my knee into his chest, the tip of my blade resting against his eyelid. “Who bought your claws?” I growled. The boy spat blood, his teeth bared in a defiant grin despite the terror in his scent. “Too late, Okoye Alpha. Your territory is already bleeding from the inside.”

"There's the widow." ​I stepped up beside Ares, my dagger gripped tight in my hand. "I'm not a widow yet, Tiana." ​"Give it a minute," she smirked. ​She snapped her fingers. ​From the shadows of the entrance, more warriors emerged. But these weren't just grunts. They were massive—hulking brutes with scars and mismatched armor. Mercenaries. ​And they were dragging something. ​Or rather, someone. ​They threw a body onto the floor at Tiana's feet.

Noah ignored the weird gazes that were directed at him as he walked into the Mercenary Association building. The man at the receptionist's desk glanced at Noah's short figure with narrowed eyes before letting out a sly smile. "Registration?" "Hmm." Noah's voice, due to his disguise, came out thick and hoarse befitting a middle aged dwarf. The man's smile widened as he nodded. "A mercenary's registration is fairly simple. You must be above the 5th Level of the Novice Stage, you must boast of a decent level of battle experience which will be proven by battling a registered Mercenary. And for the last..." A greedy light flashed in the man's eyes as he proceeded to explain the last requirement.

As soon as I walked in, about a dozen blades were aimed at me. “Halt!” a voice growled. I dropped to one knee in the sand, gasping dramatically. “Don’t shoot. Please, I’m just a mercenary! Just looking for coin! I need work.” Before I knew it, four scouts surrounded me. I could see the suspicion in their eyes. I expected this. A tall man stepped forward. I could tell he was a sergeant by the shoulder plating. One of his eyes had a deep scar. “You’ve got guts, walking in like that.” He said “Or you’ve got a death wish.”

His eyes slid to me, and my stomach turned to ice. Luca shifted in front of me, shoulders squared, every inch of him screaming boss despite the blood soaking his shirt. “You want her, you go through me.” The mercenary laughed, the sound harsh and empty. “That’s the idea.” Before I could breathe, Nico moved. The alley flashed with steel and blood, the mercenary’s laugh cutting short in a gurgle. The second man barely had time to raise his gun before Luca ripped it from his grip and cracked it across his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks, body limp.