Chapter 624
Chapter 624
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 624
Chapter Title: I Won't Forgive You
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"Die!!!"
"You crazy barbarian fucker!!!!"
There were four guards who drew their swords and lunged at me with coordinated strikes. The last one was over there, cradling the young master and wailing his eyes out, so let's ignore him for now.
Anyway, I figured there were no other reinforcements.
—Raaarghhh!!!!!
—Thrust!!
From their stance to their momentum, these guys were properly trained.
And the impact on the young master's face was no joke either—he probably channeled mana into that punch. That's why he screamed even after taking it.
Which meant the guards were likely on the same level.
Swordsmen who wielded mana to reinforce their bodies.
"You crazy lackey bastards!!!"
—Flash!
But to me, they were just your average thugs.
They weren't faster than a Sasquatch, didn't have longer reach than a troll. And they sure as hell weren't stronger than a basilisk. Death Worms go without saying.
No way four of those losers could beat me.
"Dieeee!!!"
"You fucking bastard!!!"
Two guards aimed for my neck, thrusting their swords simultaneously.
The other two hung back, poised for stable follow-ups. So, take out the front two, then smash the rear ones.
—Swoooosh!!!
Glinting blades shot toward me. Pretty fast and lethal in their own right, but nowhere near enough to touch this Kim Katt, you idiots!!!
"Time to teach you fucks some manners!!!"
—Crackle!
I channeled qi into my gauntlet-protected fists. The mana I could wield freely was practically an extension of my body by now. Instant activation. Just like that.
The moment I willed it, mana coated my fists.
And those empowered fists could easily swat aside unenhanced blades.
That's the difference in caliber!
—Whoosh!
Like raising my arms in triumph, I smacked the incoming blades away with both forearms.
—Clang!!
—Shatter!!
The swords shattered against my gauntlets like glass windows, spraying shards everywhere. Sunlight glinted off the flying metal fragments, scattering dazzling sparks.
Breaking swords? Child's play.
"H-Huh?! The swords!!!"
"It's aura—dodge!!!"
Trained as they were, they reacted nimbly the instant their blades broke and tried to retreat. Too late.
"Where do you think you're going?"
—Grab!
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Heavenly Demon Divine Art "Wh-What?!"
I reached out and clamped down on the two fleeing guards' napes, then slammed their faces together like cymbals crashing.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Heavenly Demon Kiss Time —Boom!
"Guhk!!"
"Gyaak!!!"
The guards' faces collided, letting out grotesque groans as they sampled each other's lips. Their first kiss with a comrade must've tasted like busted lips and blood.
—Plop plop.
I yanked their napes back to end the smooch, and shattered teeth rained down amid streams of blood.
Still, these bastards had decent toughness.
"You fucking psycho!!!!!!"
"I'll kill you, you bastard!!!!!!"
The remaining two guards refused to back down, raising their swords to charge. Grip. I flexed my arm muscles. As they swung at me, I raised both arms like a shield to block!
🛡️ FRIEND SHIELD! 🛡️ I grabbed the two guards by their napes like some necromancer sucking life force and hoisted them up as shields.
"Urgh...!"
"Grrraaah..."
The shields groaned and bled in agony.
"Hah! You cowardly fuck!!!"
"Crazy barbarian shit!"
Of course they couldn't attack with friends as shields.
The charging pair hesitated. I seized the opening, took aim, and hurled my shields forward like a shove.
"Catch these recruits!!!"
—Whoosh!
"Krahk!"
"Gwaaaah!!!"
The flying guards crashed into their charging comrades, tumbling across the ground. Barely 20 seconds to subdue all four with my fists.
"Heh heh heh, you rice-cake fucks think numbers alone make you tough?"
They seemed trained, but they couldn't beat me, Kim Katt, battle-hardened. Even ten at once? I'd smash 'em.
Why? I'm in peak condition.
I can handle this without drawing my sword.
Honestly, killing would've been overkill, so I went non-lethal.
No need for murder on a fun outing, and starting trouble in public would bring heat I don't want. I wasn't about to turn a pleasant picnic into a killing spree.
Good thing I didn't need to draw.
"G-Guards!!!"
The young master, cradled by the last guard and gushing nosebleeds, pointed at me in shock and yelled.
"I'll finish him!!!"
The final guard boldly drew his sword and charged. He seemed the strongest, but compared to the heretic swordsmen I slaughtered in the snowy mountains? Pathetic.
"Die, barbarian!!!!"
—Swoooosh!!!
A fine sword arced in a crescent toward my neck, thick with killing intent. He meant to kill.
But intent alone doesn't kill.
"Settle down, kid. You're just doing your job, so lie down and stay put."
—Boom!
I shot my hand out and snatched the incoming blade mid-flight.
"Hah!"
My gauntlet-shielded hand felt no pain whatsoever.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Wilderness Blood Prison Grip I crushed the blade in my grip.
—Shatter!
Shards exploded like broken glass. With mana in my hand? Easy. Breaking swords ain't hard.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Asura Wave Blood Fist I flowed straight into a punch, smashing the stunned guard's jaw.
—Thwack!
"Gahk...!"
He crumpled like a marionette with cut strings.
"Kyaa! Katt! So cool!!"
"My man's doing great! Kill that fucker!"
Cheers from behind—I glanced back. Cloude, wrists bound together, was jumping with glee, beaming. Karin cupped her hands like a megaphone, hollering.
"Heh heh heh, stay put and wait there."
I relayed that, then turned back to the young master.
He gaped in shock, pointing and flapping his busted lips.
"Y-You bastard...! H-How dare you act like this...!"
Five guards groaned like corpses at his feet.
No, fuck, that's why I told you to listen. But the kids wouldn't, so violence it was.
"I'm a pacifist, you know...!"
Anyway, I approached the young master.
Blood streamed from his split lips and nose, but he glared, trembling.
"No, fuck. Boss."
"Stay back, you scum!!"
This guy's some noble, but Karin's noble too. With her cheering back there, no issue.
"Boss. I told you twice not to call me husband. You started with the shit-talk, so I gave it back. Right? Then you suddenly draw swords—what am I supposed to do?"
"Shut up, you barbarian fuck!! I'll make you pay!!!"
"No, fucker. Just listen."
This blue-haired noble kid seemed green—screaming even now.
Guys like him were half-dead already. If he'd pulled this in some dark alley, he'd be stabbed and buried.
"Kneel and beg forgiveness now!"
His denial showed he wasn't top-tier educated... Fancy clothes, but not ultra-luxury. Minor noble without real power.
That thought pissed me off—my hand flew.
—Slap!
"Kyahak!"
Blood sprayed as his head snapped around.
"Back to your senses?"
"..."
Not expecting round two, his eyes bulged as he slowly turned to face me.
"Why hit on another guy's woman? You hear me say husband's? Why ignore and act up? Your mom teach you that?"
"...H-How dare you commit such insolence...! You think you'll get away!!!"
"No, fuuuck this world."
Wonder if my words even register. I talk, but he doesn't get it.
Not deliberate—low IQ? Weird guy.
"...Guess I will, fucker. Who are you?"
"I'm George Hailen, third son of Baron Hailen!!"
Don't know the baron, but from the kid and guards' levels? Low-rank noble, no clout or cash.
"Right... Our George Boss. Why insult first, huh?"
"Who insulted who first!!"
—Glare.
George just burned holes in me with his eyes.
He genuinely didn't know his wrong. Talking to him was wasted time. Eyes said he thought I hit him for no reason. Fine, leave him and do our thing.
"Anyway, no compensation, so note that. Don't insult people or hit on others' women from now o—"
—Whaaaat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A booming shout from afar.
"What the hell's this commotion!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who the fuck dares make a scene at this lady's worksite— Wait, you!!!!!!"
I looked—a redheaded bun-haired woman stormed over, bellowing.
"My comrade and Death Worm Slayer!!!!!!!"
Red-and-white fancy dress nearly fooled me.
"And honorable business partner of Isvant, the barbarian warrior!!!!! What the hell happened!!!! What kind of coincidence is this!!! I was so shocked by this unexpected reunion that I yelled!!!"
"L-Lady?"
It was Lady Isvant.
She'd been raging, spotted my face, and exploded in joy, still yelling. Her volume jolted me awake.
Someone reported the fight? She got here quick—must've been nearby.
"And this scene!!!! What happened, barbarian warrior!! Explain now!!!"
"Ah, no! Lady!!! First off, thrilled to reunite! Apprentice Priest Kim Katt greets you!"
I dropped to one knee and bowed!
"Fine, explain this mess first! Why's George Hailen's face all fucked up! And the guards!!!"
"Well!!! To explain, this George Hailen insulted my wife and me, so I subdued him myself!!"
"Insulted!!!! What happened!!!!!!!! Stand up!! More importantly, barbarian warrior, you're married!!!!"
"Yes! Standing! And yes, married!!!"
I sprang up at attention.
She eyed my face, then scanned around.
"So where's the wi— Ahh! You're the Isvant Sword Guild Master!!!"
She pointed at Karin in back and yelled.
"...Pleased to meet you, Lady. Karin Bestart."
Karin bowed calmly.
"Never thought you'd be the barbarian warrior's wife...!! Indeed, matching hair color!! Destined! Understood! But you were insulted?"
"No, not me. This lady."
Karin pointed to Lisha beside her.
Lisha pressed a hand to her chest and bowed silently.
"I see! That checks out too! But then why's the Sword Guild Master here!"
"To see the Death Worm. Quite the spectacle—enjoyable."
"Indeed!"
Suddenly, Lady and Karin chatted.
They knew each other by face, at least.
"I-Isvant Lady!! This brute brutally beat my guards and assaulted me too! Help arrest him!"
Right then, George jumped up and whined to the Lady. She whipped around and roared.
"What nonsense is this, you!!!!!"