Chapter 263
Chapter 263
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 263
Chapter Title: Those Martial Arts Guild Bastards
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I contracted my balls, spreading the wrinkles wide before clenching them tight, drawing in all the inner energy from my body. This woman. She looked like a professional assassin at first glance. I could tell just by looking into her eyes.
Those cold, impassive eyes belonged to a seasoned killer-for-hire—the kind who solves any problem with murder.
Red hair.
Dyed with the blood of children, no doubt.
"..."
She glanced at me with eyes that showed zero interest—Lizette. Her hair stuck out in jagged spikes like a lion's mane, revealing the scar near her eye as it fell across her face.
Her face was ugly as sin.
My legs were shaking just looking at her.
But despite the ominous, savage vibe she gave off, I didn't sense any real power from her. In fact, the intimidating aura from that mid-level instructor earlier seemed stronger by comparison.
This bitch... no way she's mastered Return to Innocence?
A true master is someone who can hide their presence like an ordinary person. From that standpoint, this senior instructor looked like the real deal.
"Begin, Lizette. Crush him with everything you've got."
The guild master spoke, and I assumed the stance for the Execution Fist Technique.
No matter what, her only option now was to beat me. Honestly, I didn't think I had much chance of winning. But I had to fight, betting on this ominous glimpse of my utterly fucked future.
"Heh. Legs shaking already, huh? This is the power of our Martial Arts Guild. Well, if you survive this one too, we'll have to acknowledge you, I suppose."
I heard the guild master mocking me from behind.
She kidnaps me and forces me into this disadvantageous fight, then talks big. What a fucking cunt. I didn't bother retorting. I was just trembling with rage at these gangster bastards' shamelessness.
"Hmm, well. Your martial arts aren't half bad, so maybe we could take you on as an instructor... What do you say? If you cry and beg for forgiveness and pay the damages right now, it's not impossible."
What? What the hell!
"For real?!"
I perked up at her words and turned to look at the guild master.
I held out my open palm to pause the match for a moment.
"You'll really let it go if I bow? I'll beg right now! Merciful and beautiful Guild Master! From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were a good person! Of course, with such a gorgeous face! I'm sorry for groping you!"
Finally, a way out!
I didn't give a shit about the damages or whatever—as long as I could escape! That's Kim Katt for you, a guy who knows when to bend at the right moment!
I flashed a big smile and prepared to bow deeply!
"...Huh?"
"Bow first and foremost!"
As I got into position, the guild master stared at me like I was insane. What? Was there a problem? Would a written apology be better than a bow?
"Is something wrong? I want to apologize right away."
"..."
A brief silence.
"This is... I don't even know what to say. Do you have no pride? No, you were bragging about being a warrior or whatever... Ha. Unbelievable."
"What? What do you mean? Forgiveness?"
Then she started spouting nonsense I couldn't understand.
"No, I was just teasing you..."
What the fuck!
"Argh, fuck! Why say it like that then? You got my hopes up!"
"...My bad. Sorry."
No, this is fucking ridiculous!
Now she's humiliating me like this!
—Have you no pride!
—Real warrior!!! Settle it with a duel!
—Oooh! Oooh!!!
The martial artists started yelling like it wasn't their fight. These cowardly fucks! Classic isekai thug mentality on full display!
"Fucking hell. That hurt. No, do you humiliate people like this? Huh?"
"Uh... well..."
"I can't believe this shit. Is this the level of the Martial Arts Guild? You guys real martial artists? Insulting someone with words? Are you insane? People have things they can say and can't say, even if they die tomorrow, argh!"
Before I knew it, I was pointing at the guild master's exposed panties peeking out from under her crossed legs and letting loose. She fidgeted, unsure how to respond, then snapped her fan shut and slammed the sofa armrest.
"Tch! What do you want me to do! Lizette! Smash him!"
"Ah! Fuck!"
This is driving me insane!
These bastards drag me to their turf and toy with me!
Anyway, peaceful resolutions were off the table.
Fine then. Fight.
If I can't run, I'll gladly fight—that's me, Heavenly Demon Kim Katt. Now was the time to settle it with battle. No need to chicken out before it even starts. Channel this rage straight.
Just win.
I faced my opponent squarely.
"You, your face is fucking ugly."
"Pardon?"
Lizette tilted her head and said it provocatively.
The fuck, my face is ugly?
"Seeing you yap like that, you look like you live up to your bitch-ass appearance."
No, is this bitch talking shit about my looks?
Her voice was exactly like a rough chick who loves a good brawl—straight out of the back alleys, someone who's beaten down a few people. But Kim Katt doesn't get pushed back by some naive punk's mouth.
"And your face looks fucking ugly too, friend."
"What?"
"Yapping like that, I get why your face has knife scars, bitch."
"No, you fucking bastard?"
To a warrior, scars are medals. I never mock sword marks. It means they survived a blade to the face. Warriors take pride in those scars.
I used that to provoke her.
"Slut. Got a problem?"
"You crazy fuck? Not scared of getting beat?"
"Why fear it when I'll win?"
Anyway, I kept trash-talking to buy time, scouting for openings. She responded to every bit—such a naive punk. A true warrior keeps their mouth shut.
...But I couldn't find the right moment to strike.
—Drip.
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
Facing a real powerhouse head-on ramped up the tension automatically. Still, trash-talking made the fear in my chest leak out with my breaths.
Bluffing's key for swordsmen too.
"Talk like a fucking sailor, huh? Dragging parents into it—what family raised you?"
"Yours."
Lizette scowled at that.
"Wow, you're a total retard. Keep yapping."
"Why don't you shake your tits instead."
"G-Good lord."
How the hell do I fight this?
Spread mana through my body for enhanced physicals? Or focus on one point for a big technique to end it? Couldn't decide.
Even with my honed battle sense at its peak, I was hesitating.
She loomed like a massive wall. Play it safe? Or charge and take the hit? Mana swirled restlessly through my body, awaiting orders.
Next pad lip, then ambush.
"Why not just focus on one point?"
"What?"
"When you do, go all out, slut. Playing safe gets you nowhere. And yapping for openings? Total thug bitch."
...This is real strength.
She read the mana pulsing in my body and called it out. She saw everything. Odds plummeting, I pondered.
Gonna get my ass beat bad like this.
Her mouth says she's the type to show no mercy.
"Thanks for the ad—"
—Heavenly Demon Supremacy.
Pretending a polite bow, I stomped with explosive force. Yeah. Just like she said. Against someone overwhelmingly stronger, a little power-up won't cut it.
I had to condense all mana into one point, explode it, and surpass her power in an instant.
I didn't have much mana, but my control was unmatched—that let me pull this off. The ground shook as my body launched like a cannonball.
—Whoosh!
Distance closed in a flash. Reached her. Those impassive blue eyes—ignore them.
Follow-up combo: Heavenly Demon Skybreaker.
A murderous punch infused with the supreme demon power that shattered the heavens, focused solely on offense—slammed into her solar plexus.
Dunno if it'd finish her even on hit.
But I threw it anyway.
—Jiggle.
Then her ample chest, fully outlined in that tight red cheongsam, swayed unrealistically.
"...!"
Too late when I noticed.
Lizette vanished from in front of me.
"Ambush? Save it for someone worth it, punk."
The words echoed in my ear briefly,
—Thwack!
"Kya啊啊啊啊啊!!!!!!"
Burning pain exploded across my back! She'd smashed my back! My body lost gravity and flew!
This Heavenly Demon got flanked in an instant!
But Lizette's assault didn't end there!
—Whoosh!
Like a wild racer curving viciously, she dove in on a weird trajectory and drove a second strike into my side!
—Crack!
"M-Mother, fuck!!! That hurts so bad!!!!"
I crashed into the ground like a hurled spear!
—Roll roll roll!
Tumbled about three times.
"Kuhk!"
Coughing blood as horrific pain flared from my back and side...! Can't fall here! I twisted like a stomped maggot and struggled to my feet.
"Yes! Good job, Lizette! Just wreck him completely!"
—Waaaaah!!!
—As expected of Instructor Lizette!!
—Avenge us!
The guild master cheered excitedly, and the other martial artists roared. These shitty bastards...! I'm dying in pain, and they're thrilled? Psychopaths, all of them?
They're fucking crazy.
Out of their minds.
Seemed like they'd thrown out empathy with their afterbirth.
"Kuh...!"
Finally regained my stance, and Lizette stood right in front.
"Punk. Got some skills at least. Been punching bags somewhere? But whatcha gonna do about this? I'm stronger than you."
She approached with a grin, flashing her canine.
True to her looks, a violent bitch. Those killer eyes had morphed into a pleasure-killer's gleam.
"You... fucking bitch...!"
Big-titted bitches always have the worst personalities...!
"Getting up after that? Decent durability. Punk, head up. Come at me again."
The skill gap was clear. She was leagues above. Can I win? Odds are slim.
But I've toppled countless stronger foes before. Heavenly Demon Kim Katt's path is savage and brutal. Two hits and I'm done? No way.
"...If I had my sword, you'd be buried next to your mom's grave by now, you slut."
As if.
If I had my sword, I'd have won.
"Oh yeah, you're a swordsman, right?"
"Yeah, punk. You think it's fair to make a swordsman fight without his sword? Fucking cowardly, right? Be nice and let's do swords."
"Hey, I didn't put on my claws either?"
Fuck, that's right.
"Got me there."
"You ate two."
This bitch?
"Talk like a fucking animal, you cunt."
"Nah, you're just a shithead, you dickless wonder."
"Dickless? What do you know about my dick?"
Only Cloude, Winia, Karin, and Risha know about my dick.
"Punks like you always pack small."
Lizette shook her head.
"Hah? Y-You! You've devoured countless men!"
"W-What?! D-Don't talk shit, fucker!"
She yelled, face red as her hair. Whatever, killer of men or virgin, didn't matter.
—Ambush timing locked.
"No shit-talking! Asura Blood-Splattering Fist!"
I kicked off the ground, roaring like a beast!
"...Why yell the technique name?"