Chapter 261
Chapter 261
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 261
Chapter Title: Those Martial Dojo Bastards
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"Kiyooooob!!!"
He let out a crazed scream I couldn't even comprehend as he charged straight at me. Fast. Impressively so at a glance. But it was about on par with Mariel. Sloppy, full of openings.
Is this the average skill level for a junior instructor?
Executor's Footwork.
I casually sidestepped his attack with my footwork. No need to go easy or trade jokes. If they pick a fight, I'll give them one. If they act tough, I'll pay it back double. And if the enemy is weaker than me, I'll treat them with contempt.
That's Kim Katt.
So I went all out from the start.
"Wha—?!"
I grabbed the guy from behind as he rushed past me and thrust my fist skyward. I'd dodged his charge in a single step. He probably never saw it coming. His eyes bulged in shock.
You're already too late.
"Mount Tai Crush."
Mount Tai Crush is a sword technique—a devastating downward strike. I'd adapted it into my Executor Fist Art. Basic, yet brutally violent. The Executor Fist Art's strength lies in its compatibility. It weaves sword principles into barehanded strikes.
Fist thrust toward the heavens.
I focused my power into my forearm.
My bulging muscles throbbed as veins popped!
Screeech!
I slammed my elbow down onto his shoulder with crushing force!
"Gahk?!!"
A deadly technique that could flatten a mountain! The instructor hit by my meteor-like elbow strike crumpled from the impact and face-planted into the ground!
Thud!
It all happened in an instant.
In less than three seconds, I'd dropped him with one blow.
"..."
The hall fell silent.
The fallen junior instructor lay there with eyes rolled back, limbs twitching. Possession? Nah, just a joke. Junior instructors really were small fry. Nowhere near enough to satisfy me.
I rolled my eyes to scan left and right.
The dojo was frozen in sheer disbelief, like they'd witnessed something absurd. Every martial artist stared at me in stunned silence.
Silence is meant to be broken.
"Next."
I cracked my neck and said it.
Then...
S-Salio Instructor!!!
I'll go next! Let me do it, Guild Master!!
Couldn't even see the speed!!!
Is that guy really a swordsman?!
The martial artists filling the stands erupted in frenzy. The dojo buzzed with excitement, rage, and awe! My gladiator blood boiled at the crowd's cheers!
I turned back to the Guild Master!
"..."
She too stood speechless, eyes wide, fan covering her mouth.
A thirst for battle surged through my mind...!
Fueled by rage, I bellowed!
"I am!"
Silence.
The hall plunged back into quiet.
"The Heavenly Demon, Kim Katt! I have no need for small fry like this against one who has become the Heavenly Demon! Bring me a worthy opponent! Fetch a true warrior!"
My taunt set the martial artists off again.
As the commotion grew, the Guild Master snapped her folded fan down hard on the sofa armrest, crossed her legs the other way, and spoke.
"Quiet."
This woman's wearing a thong, huh.
Why red, though?
"Impressive enough to put on a show, it seems. A worthy opponent? Fine. But there's an order to things. Next junior instructors—step up one by one. You won't just let this insult slide, will you?"
Her words ignited the junior instructors' fury, and they leaped to their feet.
Regular martial artists wore simple, unisex doboks, but the female instructors donned qipaos. The male ones wore something more like martial robes than doboks.
Didn't matter anyway.
"You think one of you can beat me?"
"What was that?"
"All of you, come at me at once."
I sneered it out, and they exploded: "Th-that bastard!" "There's a limit to rampaging!" "Salio was the weakest of our junior instructors!" No way they'd let that slide?
You lot really are hopeless.
Not just the instructors—the Guild Master looked pissed too.
"...Tch. Cocky, aren't you."
"The cocky one's your tits."
That qipao shamelessly exposed every curve of her chest.
The center dipped so low her cleavage was on full display.
"Wh-what?"
"And your panties are showing, you bitch. Pull that shit away. Red your color?"
I pointed right at her exposed panties and barked. Her face flushed crimson as she uncrossed her legs in a flash and covered her crotch with the qipao fabric.
"...M-Male pride taken too far is just disgusting! Fine! All junior instructors—go at him together! No mercy if you lose!"
What a naive bitch.
"Not content with insulting us—he goes after the Guild Master too!"
"Unforgivable!"
"I'll kill him!"
They spat their rage like blood and swarmed the center of the dojo. I said come at me all together, and they actually did? Pathetic cowards.
Excluding Mariel and the one I'd just dropped, these seemed to be all the junior instructors.
Whoosh!
I answered by unleashing the Executor Fist Art's murderous three-second barrage. Punches and kicks loaded with destructive power tore through the space.
"You fight with your mouths? Quit the bullshit and come on, you fucks."
Raaaaah!!!
Waaaaah!!!
Kiyooooob!!!
The taunt worked.
The five mixed-gender junior instructors roared and charged as a group.
But I wasn't scared. Can five goblins take down an orc just by banding together? Their ferocity looked like feeble flailing from weaklings.
"I'll make sure you never hold a sword again!"
The bald musclehead bellowed arrogantly and charged first. Who the fuck talks like that on first sight? Die behind a toilet, you prick!
I released the limiter on my weakling contempt.
"Heavenly Demon Annihilation Chain Fist."
Water flows from high to low. Apples fall from trees. Gravity. These are laws of the world, and martial arts were born from philosophies exploiting them most efficiently.
Thus, my attack was perfectly natural.
Whoosh!
A tidal wave of punches blasted the musclehead's face, chest, and groin without mercy.
"Guhk?!"
Faster and fiercer than a pro boxer's flurry. Mana infused in my muscles made it possible!
Never wield a sword again?
I'll make sure a brat like you never uses his balls again!
"Kiyaaaaaaaah!!!"
His nuts exploded, unleashing hellish screams. I targeted the next one immediately.
Flowing like water, I handled the simultaneous rush. They hadn't fully surrounded me, so it was manageable.
Thud.
As the blue-faced muscleman collapsed, two more rushed from the sides. They twisted their waists dramatically, fists pulled back in a Diamond Guardian stance.
Powerful-looking, but riddled with gaps.
Not a true Diamond Guardian.
"Double."
I crossed my arms like blades, channeled mana into my legs and ankles, and leaped forward in a short burst. Swoosh! My hair whipped in the wind as space closed in.
I aimed at both incoming instructors.
"Lariat."
My forearms met their necks in a flash—Bam! They spun like jokes and crashed into the floor!
"H-Huh?!"
Three instructors down in an instant...!
Incredible technique!
The crowd gasped; the remaining two recoiled in fear.
Daring to show weakness before this Heavenly Demon? I pounced like a leopard at the brown-haired female instructor.
"I won't forgive you!"
I grabbed her hair!
"Kyaa!"
I gut-punched her, hoisted her up, and slammed her down! Bam! She sprawled like a burst earthworm!
"Y-You coward, to Emily!!"
They ganged up on me and call me a coward?
"Your girlfriend?"
"Shut up—!"
The enraged guy assumed some ultimate fist stance. Yes! That's the spirit! Now it feels worth fighting! Show me your secret art!
"I'll turn your girlfriend into a corpse mountain, you fuck!!!"
I closed the gap in a blink, slipped his guard, and smashed a punch into his face!
"Asura Blood Fang Fist!"
Bam!
"Gehk!"
Big stance, but nothing special.
Crash!
He flew from the punch, slamming into the seated martial artists.
"Aaaah!"
"Gahk!"
That took out all the junior instructors. Three face-down on the ground. One foaming at the mouth clutching his balls. And that last one who flew off.
It proved one thing.
Unbelievable! Martial arts like that!
Junior instructors taken out in seconds!
Th-that's the barbarians' martial arts!
My strength.
The martial artists stirred in a different kind of excitement. I'd shattered six instructors without breaking a sweat. Partly because they were weak—but mostly because I'm too strong.
My mana control is flawless, beyond anyone.
"No more junior instructors?"
I turned and said it.
It felt so damn good my face twisted into a grin on its own.
"..."
The Guild Master, Mariel, Serka—all speechless. They were shocked stiff. The other two just looked stunned; Serka was outright trembling.
Come to think of it, all those fallen guys were because of Serka.
Must be terrifying.
"Mariel."
"Eek!"
She jumped at her name.
"Wh-what do you want with me?!"
"Small fry bitch."
"Y-You...!"
She couldn't retort.
Because I'd taken out every junior instructor.
I turned to the Guild Master.
"Guild Master. Surely that's all the junior instructors? Man, what a letdown. Martial instructors getting wrecked by a barehanded swordsman? Unbelievable! Kahahat!"
She grimaced, habitually crossing her legs—then caught my eye and sat primly instead.
I mocked her.
"W-Well, your hands are like blades. Know what a hand blade is? Hand sword. Sword hand. My hands are sword hands. More like swordhand."
Slash slash!
I sliced the air with my hand blade.
Her annoyance peaked.
"...Fine, I admit it. Impressive martial arts... Now stop with the hands."
"Stop?"
I replied while demonstrating an air slash.
Her face twisted further.
"Stop."
"Yes'm."
"..."
I pretended to sheathe my hand blade.
She exploded.
"Ah, fuck! You're pissing me off so much! Five of you can't beat one guy? Are you insane?"
Crack!
She hurled her fan and shot to her feet.
"Mid-level instructors—up. Your turn."
Two men rose.
"...Just two of you?"
Admitting two mid-levels weren't enough? But their auras were no joke. Definitely stronger than Mariel and her ilk.
"Guild Master. He's strong, but no match for us."
"...Right. Crush him. No forgiveness for defeat."
"Of course."
Shit, even I'm a bit uneasy against two like this.
"My name is Michael..."
"Hey, mid-level instructor."
Time to negotiate.
"Honestly, you're wasting my time. Not even worth fighting. I already dropped six. Six more changes nothing. So, yeah—time's precious. Not sure you mid-levels are even worth it."
"..."
"So I'll give one of you a shot. The stronger one, come at me."
They look prideful; they'll get it.
"Huh? What're you saying? You have to fight both properly..."
The Guild Master cut in, but the instructor interrupted.
"No, Guild Master. I'll accept his request."
His face burned with fighting spirit too.