Chapter 170
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: Victory in the Life-and-Death Duel
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I even knew facts that Unit 1999 didn't know at this point in time.
That made it all the more regrettable. The fact that 1999's beautiful mom had already kicked the bucket ages ago.
'What a shame, such a waste.'
The fragments of resentment-like emotions born from the past memories and experiences that had flooded into my head were easily erased from my mind.
They were just fake memories and experiences created from a fictional, imaginary story anyway.
If anything, it was like I'd watched a particularly vivid long movie or epic drama series.
Just because I'd immersed myself a bit in the protagonist of a drama didn't mean I'd feel genuine revenge toward the villain character. I was the same way.
I looked at my opponent in front of me.
His number was 275.
We had a slight acquaintance.
That's why he'd spat out something like, "I had no idea you had such a secret technique."
Since he had a rough idea of the usual 1999, he must've been pretty shocked to see the Glock suddenly pop out.
I decided to bluff a bit to the guy.
"In the martial world, you're supposed to hide thirty percent of your true power. I've been keeping my secret technique under wraps this whole time. No one's ever noticed the existence of my Heavenly Demon Death Gun Technique until now."
"I see. You're right. I've learned something. ...But that level of hiding isn't thirty percent—it's more like three hundred percent. That technique of yours... is it even a technique? Anyway, what's the deal with it?"
The unrefined Chinese kid in front of me seemed deeply inspired by the supreme martial art known as the gun technique and kept prying about it. But unless it was a pretty girl, I didn't like people digging into my business.
"You've got a lot of questions. This isn't Q&A time—come at me already. Or should I go first?"
"Hm, fair enough. My bad. Alright, everything comes down to clashing head-on in the end. I'll go first. ......You're giving me the three-second head start again?"
Offering the three-second head start meant he'd come at me full throttle with attacks.
I shook my head to signal my refusal.
Why the hell would I let some dick-swinging bastard in front of me get what he wanted when he wasn't even a pretty girl?
"No."
"Too bad. But you're yielding the first move, so here I come. Haaap—!"
Lightning-fast speed.
It looked pretty quick to my eyes—a thrusting strike coming in.
But it didn't seem dangerous at all.
It was an application of the third form of the Demonic Dragon Sword Technique, Demonic Light Thrust, mixing feints and real strikes into nine rapid thrusts.
But no matter how much a second-rate martial artist at a shallow level tried to apply it, how effective could it be? Since he'd drastically altered the original technique, it ended up as a half-assed mess that didn't even output half its original power.
It would've been better to just master the twelve forms of the Three Calamities Sword Technique, the poster child of third-rate martial arts, and use that thrust.
He hadn't properly infused the illusions into the established second-rate technique's Demonic Light Thrust, and his forced attempt to add its original speed had failed, resulting in an awkward form.
In the end, it wrecked the balance needed for the next move, defense, or evasion—critical for any martial artist.
'Trying to counter my gun technique he's never seen before by mixing in a gamble.'
But the reasons for his actions were obvious.
First, my Heavenly Demon Death Gun Technique scared him.
Second, stemming from the first, he racked his brains to test the waters by mixing feints because he was afraid of it.
Third and final, the bastard thought he was showing off his own hidden ultimate move as a man.
'Did he pull out his hidden card because I revealed my secret technique? ...It's so pathetic that the Three Calamities Sword thrust would've been better.'
Everyone has those moments in life.
Times when you think something looks super cool or fine and show it off to others, only for it to flop spectacularly.
That was Unit 275 right in front of me.
He'd tensed up his eyes and grip, proudly unveiling what seemed like an unfinished ultimate move without even a name...
I didn't see any reason to pull out my secret weapon from subspace storage for such a lame failure.
I stepped forward one pace.
Then I punched the bastard square in the solar plexus while he was barely managing to stand with his balance completely shot.
With his stance utterly ruined, he couldn't even defend properly and went down like a sack after taking the hit to the chest.
"...Guh, guhuk...! Keuk, kugh..."
I clicked my tongue at the guy clutching his solar plexus on the ground, coughing and sputtering.
"Tsk tsk. You should've just shown off the Demonic Dragon Sword Technique you've diligently practiced until now. The calluses on your hands wouldn't have betrayed you."
"...Kuhk, ...y-you're right. ...After seeing your freakish move, I got hopeful and tried for a lucky ambush. It's entirely my own careless mistake. ...But."
"But?"
"My last gambit worked. Heh... hoho, you didn't end up with a hole blasted through you by that secret weapon of yours..."
"...!!"
No way, this fucker?!
He'd calculated that even if he got hit by my Heavenly Demon Death Gun Technique, he'd avoid getting a hole blown through him somewhere, and that's why he pulled out that sloppy technique?
He'd made sure I wouldn't even need to draw my gun, securing his own safety.
What terrifying mental fortitude.
As expected of someone from the Heavenly Demon Cult.
"Impressive wits."
"Kuhuhu, thanks for the praise..."
Unit 275 rubbed his bruised solar plexus and stepped aside.
Making way for the next opponent waiting for his turn.
I also left the wide-open sparring area and headed toward the girls I'd been groping earlier.
Maybe because they were Heavenly Demon Cult girls, they rubbed up against me even more aggressively now that I'd won using only my fists.
Even though I'd just shoved my hands into their pants and fingered their pussies moments ago.
Growing up brainwashed in a world where the strong rule supreme, they must see the strongest, best fighter as the ultimate man.
'Hm... I like this social culture. Rule of the strong...'
You have won a life-and-death duel or battle. 5 points awarded.
You have defeated a second-rate martial artist in a duel. 3 points awarded.
You have defeated reserve warrior Unit 275 of the Heavenly Demon Cult in a life-and-death duel. Fame increased by 3.
Fame reward: Item 'Delicious Meat Bun Bursting with Juicy Broth When Bitten' awarded. Next fame reward at Fame 10.
I'd gotten another weird item as a fame reward.
But 'Delicious Meat Bun Bursting with Juicy Broth When Bitten'... how good could it be? Let's try one.
Item rewards were automatically stored in my subspace storage as per my request to the system bitch last time, so I pulled out the meat bun I'd just received.
It was small enough to pop into my mouth in one bite.
"...Oh, this is seriously good?"
As I chewed, the savory, delicious juices compressed inside burst out like fireworks, delighting my tongue and mouth.
'What the hell is this? It's the best dumpling I've ever had. No way it's sold in the system shop, right?'
I checked the Tower system shop and found it for sale.
But it cost a whopping 3 points.
'Fucking hell. Of course.'
A tiny one-bite dumpling for 3 points.
You'd need at least 10 to make a proper snack, which would cost 30 points.
Not everything was that insanely priced, though. There was a regular meat bun next to it for 1 point.
I bought and tried one. It was even bigger, not fitting in one bite.
'...Yeah, this is just your standard meat bun.'
It felt like some mass-produced factory crap.
After the delicious one, it tasted even blander by comparison.
'Stuff labeled "delicious" is small and expensive.'
After roughly evaluating the food in the system shop,
I played with the girls' tits and pussies around me, then, as promised earlier, checked for onlookers and stood behind one, discreetly sliding my dick into her pussy without drawing attention.
The sharp-eyed people nearby who noticed the intercourse stared at me like I was insane, dumbfounded. But I ignored them—who cares about a man and woman making love?—and kept pounding the girls' pussies before creampieing them with a "get pregnant good" vibe.