Free Web NovelChapter 11: You’re scared of blood?
Leon said,
"You’ve really pissed me off... Once I win, your wife will suffer the same way you’ve done to my princess."
"For a long time, I’ve wanted to punch that bitch in the face after what she did to me."
He smirked while staring at my wife.
"Look at her. Now she’s nothing but a useless cripple. Just look at what she did after you asked her – like a bitch slave. I never thought I’d be defeated by her."
I shrugged, offering no response.
I thought he was trying to rage-bait me with boring words, but it clearly had no effect on me.
Leon seemed to realize he couldn’t provoke me, so he tilted his head in uncertainty.
"You’re quite strange. It’s as if you don’t have a heart that reacts to any emotion... whether it’s some kind of passive bloodline skill?"
Leon clicked his tongue in discomfort before rushing toward me with both hands raised like a shield of a boxer. He kept unleashing a series of precise straight punches, tearing through the air, trying to crush me into pieces.
My footsteps flickered relentlessly across the floor as I dodged the fatal blows from my opponent.
I could tell that if I took even a single hit from him, I would be done for. His punches were like a thousand-ton steel hammer, able to obliterate a normal human into a puddle of blood.
However... no matter how strong his blows were, if he couldn’t hit me, it was just a waste of energy.
This fight felt completely like Whac-a-Mole. I played the role of the mole, while Leon was the player.
Of course, in that game, I had the upper hand. Indeed, the technique from the [SSS+] rank martial arts manual was not a joke. Plus, I was just [F-] Rank, while Leon was [F] Rank. Even at that gap, Leon still couldn’t catch up to me.
"Damn it! You can only run?! Fight back!.....COWARD!’’
Leon roared while slamming a punch into the floor, creating dozens of cracks.
Some nearby nobles quickly moved away to avoid the range of the fight.
I didn’t take notice of Leon’s furious shouts; I just wanted to test the limits of my technique. Well, it worked out well. I had now measured that, at my current rank, my speed was at least on par with an [E-] Rank Awakener with no movement skills.
Now, it was my turn to attack.
Leon snarled in rage and charged at me again, unleashing a straight punch.
I gently deflected the blow toward the ground, and in the same motion, I landed an upward diagonal kick at Leon’s right temple, sending him crashing to the floor with a sharp sound.
A single strike – and I finished him.
My first feeling was boredom. I hadn’t even used the full technique of the [Close-Combat Art].
Everyone fell silent, but soon chatter spread among the groups of nobles.
"Quite boring. I didn’t expect much more," one noble said, scratching the back of his head.
Another noble nodded.
"Yeah. There was nothing dramatic about that fight. They just kept chasing each other from start to finish, and then it ended with a single, brief move."
I gave Leon a brief look before I was about to return to my wife... but then I noticed my heartbeat beginning to race.
A wave of adrenaline surged through my veins. Sweat appeared on my forehead as my body grew hot.
"B-Blood..."
I clenched my fist tightly while glancing back at Leon behind me. I could see layers of blood emerging from his body, forming a crimson armor.
He stared at me with hateful eyes, clenching his teeth.
The scent of blood rising from his blood armor was thick and heavy... too much. I tried to restrain myself as my bloodlust intensified. As a result, my body began to react to my suppression of instinct.
A faint tremor began to appear in my body.
I felt breathless. Tears began to overflow from my eyes.
My heartbeat raced wildly... it wanted to slaughter.
I clutched my chest, trembling, as if I were a patient suffering a heart attack.
"Hmmm? You’re scared of blood?" A smile spread across Leon’s lips as he found something interesting.
He closed in on me and cut his palm, letting a stream of blood fall onto my head, bathing my body.
I almost collapsed because I had never experienced that much blood before. My vision was filled entirely with crimson.
It was not good.
I lay on the floor, twitching every second.
Damn it.
I was high.
My emotionless face began to change. A wicked, almost grotesque smile formed on my face.
"Are you fucking insane?" Leon spat in a creepy tone before bringing down a hammer fist toward my face.
Another one... one by one.
Blood splattered outward, painting the floor crimson.
I lay motionless, twitching slightly with each hit. I lazily stared at Leon’s furious expression. For some reason, I found it quite amusing.
I was enjoying it.
"I think this fight should stop." A female noble covered her mouth as a chill ran down her spine at the brutality of the battle.
"Right. I think so too."
...
"But the higher nobles haven’t shown any sign of intervening... Are they planning to just leave him be?"
"Damn... this fight is definitely going to end up all over the news and social media." A noble said in an excited voice.
Standing at a distance in the higher nobles’ position, Desmond managed to suppress his pride in what his son had done. He bowed and spoke to James.
"Sir, I think we should stop the fighting."
James let out a sigh. His voice carried discomfort and complex emotions. Should he feel proud or not? No. He hated it, but he accepted his son’s nature.
"The fight has only just begun."
Desmond frowned.
"Sir, if so, I’m afraid your son will die."
James merely raised the corner of his lips.
"Let it continue as a life-or-death match. I like it. And you? I swear in my name I won’t harm you or your son even if mine dies."
Desmond just sighed. His expression revealed a hint of feigned hesitation.
"As you wish, sir."
Nearby, some head families tried to suppress their laughter, even the ancient races, after hearing Desmond’s words. But they said nothing.
But George could no longer suppress his laughter. He burst out laughing.
"You fool. Desmond, you’ve fallen into a trap."
