Chapter 339
Chapter 339
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 339
Chapter Title: Those Martial Artist Bastards
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BOOM!
The clash between my sword and Rijet's claws.
The result was so spectacular it made me grimace involuntarily. Crack! The shattered blade fragments exploded outward in every direction.
Mersin, you fucking dogshit asshole bastard.
That's what I get for carrying around this piece-of-shit sword—no wonder it broke in one hit, you worthless fuck! No, you goddamn prick, if you're gonna wield a sword, at least give a shit about its quality, you son of a bitch! It shatters in one blow?! My head felt like it was turning pure white from the insane rage boiling inside.
The sword I'd pulled out in that moment of crisis was a dud?
No joke could be this cruel.
I wanted to punch myself in the balls just to vent.
At least the brand-new claymore I'd been carrying was top quality, which was the only reason I'd blocked Rijet's attack. It was obvious that piece-of-trash sword from that hack Mersin couldn't withstand even a single blow.
That's how skilled Rijet was.
"You bastard...!"
But then.
Shatter!
Spring sunlight glinted off eyes as brilliant as fresh snow.
Rijet's claws had shattered too.
Why?
It didn't take long to figure it out.
"Kuh!"
Iron shards shot like bullets, raking across my face. I raised my arms to shield my eyes. Rijet hesitated to protect herself, red lines blooming across her exposed skin.
Looks like today was "earn sword scars" day. Shatter a sword now and get 10% points in this inhuman, brutal promo. I don't need your fucking points!
"Kyak...!"
Rijet's claws had reached their limit from our fierce exchange too. My two swords and her pair of claws—both utterly demolished. We were both unarmed now.
Unarmed?
"Don't make me laugh."
I still had my knife.
My body tipped backward. Stamina, mana, mental strength—all tapped out. Falling over like this was natural. Hell, I wanted to sprawl out flat. A loser had the right to lie broken on the mat.
But.
If I have a blade.
I won't fall.
Thud.
Legs back.
Hands forward.
Shing.
I gripped the knife handle, steadied my center, took a step forward, bent at the waist, and drew my final weapon. Rijet had her arms crossed now, probably shielding her face.
Don't want scars on that pretty mug?
Too bad—today's sword-scar promo day.
Fwosh!
I slashed the knife straight at Rijet. The sharp trajectory blurred like mist, then reformed to target her.
BOOM!
But my strike was effortlessly blocked by her hand.
"You fucking bitch! You got scars now!"
"Your fault for wearing that skimpy shit!"
"Yeah, you fucker!"
Her claw blade was smashed, and the metal plate guarding her hand was mangled, but it still had some protection left. The clash between my knife and the plate on her knuckles.
And just like that, both flew off into the air.
Fuck.
All that showboating, and I still lose.
"You're done for, asshole!"
"Fuck. Hey, your tits look fine—no scars there. Can you let that slide?"
Her forearms, thighs, abdomen, and waist were covered in bloody lines trickling red, but those massive tits were still pale and pristine.
Yeah, that's what matters.
I'm a tit fan, not a tit abuser. Even if you're a vicious bitch, I wasn't gonna mess with those.
"Worried about my rack even when you're about to die?"
"Of course I'm worried."
"You sneaky fuck."
"Nah."
With Winia's overwhelming, overflowing tits that I couldn't even fully grasp with both hands, why would I fall for these? Anyway, I figured I'd beg Rijet once.
We'd lost anyway—no choice but to grovel.
"Just let it slide. Sorry. My bad. I'll treat you like big sis, so please, Rijet sis. I've got fox-like wives waiting at home."
"Married man, huh?"
"Yes. So spare me~."
"Rot."
"Fuckin' hell."
WHAM!
A fist slammed into my skull. No stamina to dodge, no focus to block—I took it full-on, agony exploding as my head snapped back.
"Guheuk!"
Holy fuck.
That hurt like hell.
My head was spinning.
Unlike me, half-groggy, Rijet seemed mostly fine—just disarmed. She was a pro even without claws. She could fight bare-handed just like me.
The thought barely hit before the barrage started.
"Kuhak...! Ow, fuck! That shit hurt!"
My breastplate torn open, metal plate gone. Pauldrons hanging by straps. Gauntlets crushed, forearms stripped bare. All my gear I'd built up. The armor that saved my life, gave me insane confidence—it was all trashed.
Am I gonna end up trashed like this?
Rijet's overwhelming bare-handed fury ravaged my now-unarmed body. Punches and kicks hammered my sides, gut, chest, shoulder, forearms. Couldn't block. Couldn't dodge. Took every hit. Hurt so bad tears welled up.
"Hey, hey. Don't pass out."
I desperately raised my guard to protect my head. But my body felt like lead—that was my limit. Incoming fist? By the time I noticed, I'd eaten two already.
"Keep your eyes open and take it, fucker. You need this beating."
So I ended up like the mangy pup that ate the Kim family heirs' balls on dog-day heat. Illusion of a dream? I couldn't tell if I was the pup or it was me anymore.
All I could see was a boiling cauldron.
"You're at your limit, asshole."
"Look at my tits and snap out of it."
Shake, shake.
Through my guard, Rijet's fiercely jiggling chest caught my eye. She had her own charm.
Feeling better?"
"Fuck."
"Focus, fucker. Lose focus and your mind's gone."
...This bitch is secretly enjoying this.
Crazy chick who wears skimpy clothes on purpose, beats up panting guys for fun. Some twisted sex kink she's taking out on me.
Fucking psycho perv bitch.
"Just let me pass out, fuck! It hurts too much! Rijet sis! Please stop!"
Rijet was a pro at beating people senseless.
Her punches snapped my fading mind awake, steps and kicks forcing my collapsing body upright. I flopped like a gutted mummy, neither fainting nor falling, just a human punching bag.
"Want me to stop? Hey, should I go easy?"
She responded to my howls by slowing her strikes a bit.
"Yes!"
"Alright, I'll ease up."
"For real?"
"Nah, kidding, dumbass. Haha!"
"Fuck no!"
This asshole tricks people like that!
"You fell for it? Cute little fucker! Hey! Stay sharp!"
"Krahak!"
This wild mare of a bitch!
Half in play mode, she skipped finishers for humiliating slaps, tormenting me.
Daring to use the Heavenly Demon as a fucking human bag!
"You're kinda growing on me, asshole. But you overdid it. What about my business? Huh? What're you gonna do?"
"Gueeek."
Hit.
Hit again.
And then.
"Ow, fuck."
Too many headshots? My rattled mind suddenly cleared. My center steadied, vision sharpened.
"Your mind."
All that pummeling woke me the fuck up.
"Is wide awake now."
Like waking from sleep?
"Fuck."
No.
This was more like snapping out of sleep paralysis. Heart pounding fast. Mind sharpening. Rijet's fists entering my sight.
Forcing stamina up.
Instinctively reached out.
"...Grabbed it?"
Drip. Blood from my forehead soaked my eyes. My body's probably wrecked. But I glared at Rijet. I'd caught her fist.
"Asura Blood Claw."
Pulled her in and slammed Asura Blood Claw home. Against expectations, she didn't dodge—it sank clean into her shoulder.
Thud!
"Kyak?!"
Wait.
She... didn't dodge this?
Unstable execution—power and speed way down. And that cute scream, so out of place. It hit me.
"...You're tired too, Rijet."
Ah.
"Bullshit...!"
"Not going easy, my ass. You just couldn't finish it."
"Fine, then die now!"
I thought she was toying with me, but she just lacked the stamina to end it. Masked it with bravado and abuse. Rijet was definitely stronger.
But I'd bridged the gap with gear, held out till now.
Smashing my armor and weapons drained her too. Without even one piece, or with fewer weapons, or no sword swap, no new pauldrons.
I'd have been down ages ago.
Thanks, my battle buddies.
Your sacrifice made this final chance...!
This is gear power!
Kieeeek!!!!!
Familiar roar burst out. Courage surged. Stamina boiled. I can win. One final move. 50-50 odds. One shot. One chance. Who tires first, who falls first!
"Die, Rijet!!!!"
"Don't get cocky, you punk bastard!!!"
Thwack!
Can't use Heavenly Demon Divine Art or martial techniques. No stamina for Execution Fist Law. But Taekwondo—our Korean heritage—infused every move like a passive skill.
"I am."
Punch.
"Taekwondo."
"Kim Katt."
No techniques needed, no special power. It was all Taekwondo, our proud nation's secret arts.
BOOM!
Fists crossed.
Bang!
Kicks crossed.
Hunted openings. Threw punches. Rijet couldn't dodge. She took it to the face, then rage-twisted, swung at mine. Dodge? No, couldn't. No strength.
"Eok! Fuck!"
Took her punch with my forehead...!
"Bitch!"
Close range—knee strike.
"Kyak...!"
Greave's metal knee guard pierced her gut. Her pained grimace—solid hit. First real blow since the fight started.
"Hurts, huh!"
"Fuck... yeah it hurts, you punk!"
Kyaaaaah!!!!
Rijet, engulfed in fury, attacked wildly. But momentum faded. I tanked it with my body, countering anyway. Counter her counter. Ignore hits, ignore pain! Ignore your body breaking, just pound the fuck out of her! Till one side's utterly wrecked!
Final clash.
Mad brawl.
In some slum corner screaming with the space itself, the frenzy continued!
"Unstoppable impulse jaaaahhh!!!!!!!"
"You fuuuckerrr!!!!!!"
Thud.
Smack.
Kraaaaaah!!!!
Kieeeeeek!!!!
Only roars, impacts, blows. Vision blurring. Hit, strike. Eternal loop. Then the decider—
"Die, Rijet!!!"
Land it.
"You rude fuck!!!"
Take it.
Crack!
Crossing punches formed a cross into our cheeks!
Holy divine friend bell.
"Kuerk...!"
"Ki... yak...!"
Insane pain.
We held the pose, then staggered back, clutching cheeks. Rijet too.
"Hah... hah... you dare hit my face...!"
"Kuh...! Sorry for ruining your pretty face, bitch...!"
Hah, hah.
No strength left to attack. Same for Rijet—she panted, glaring. Time for the finisher? We both pondered.
That's when.
Peek, peek.
Rumble.
Before we knew it.
Slum dwellers and beggars had surrounded us. Not just them—thugs and bandits with tools too.
What the fuck are these assholes?
"Wh-who the hell are you?"
"Huh? What're these fuckers?"
Sensing danger, Rijet and I instinctively closed in, scanning and cursing.
Then.
"Th-that redhead! She tormented us all this time!"
"Th-that black bastard too! I remember! He killed all our kids!"
"That big-titted bitch killed my friend!"
"Kill 'em!"
"Kill them!"
Fuck...
I knew we were screwed.