## Chapter 337 – The Martial Artist Bastards
A swordsman who only uses a sword is second-rate.
To be a first-rate swordsman, one must be able to wield a sword, fists, and kicks with the same freedom as I do.
When swords clash, bodies inevitably rub against each other.
The outcome at that moment depends on cool judgment and quick reflexes, but if I had to pick the most important thing, it would be the art of fists and kicks.
I haven’t missed a single day of practicing the Director’s Swordsmanship, and at the same time, I diligently trained in the Director’s Fist Art, as well as Taekwondo and the Demonic Divine Art to their limits.
Already, my hands, feet, and sword are infinitely close to being ‘one,’ like breathing.
I am the master of close combat.
“Die, you bastard!”
As my sword deflects the claw, Lizette lunges into my arms. The murderous claw attached to her other hand flies towards my neck.
“Die my ass—”
Using explosive judgment and reflexes, I raise my knee.
The Greaves of the Salvation Paradise, which protect my knees, shins, and even the instep with blessed steel plates, have been my most reliable comrades and friends of the highest quality ever since the zombie parade.
“—You son of a bitch!”
The steel knee, launched like a rocket, accurately strikes the incoming claw.
—Clang!
Immediately, Lizette’s claw is knocked upwards by the impact. A gap is created in that instant. There isn’t enough space to swing a sword. Then it’s a punch. The natural flow from angle to fist is like the ever-changing mystery of the Director’s Fist Art, enabling an attack without any delay.
I slam the Asura Blood-Crushing Fist towards her face!
“Asura Blood-Crushing Fist!!!”
If this hits, you won’t get away with just a bloody nose, you bitch!
“Oh? This punk?”
The moment I see the look of interest on Lizette’s face, I can instinctively sense that the attack will fail.
In a split second, less than a second.
—Clang!
Lizette, immediately switching from offense to defense, blocks my desperate blow with her claw.
“You’re better at punching than most guys. Hey, damn. I’m in a good mood. I’ll let you live if you become a trainer.”
“Bullshit!!”
“Cute bastard.”
Of course, my attack doesn’t end there.
If the enemy turns to defense, the basic ideology of the Director’s Swordsmanship is to pour attacks until they fall. Violence like a child’s stubbornness! Pure, untainted killing swordsmanship faithful to its original purpose!
—Director’s Swordsmanship!
This time, I won’t get my ass kicked as easily as before!
—The soul of the Demonic God boils.
A solid lower body deeply rooted like an ancient sacred tree, and the waist strength honed by countless times overlapping bodies with my wives. On top of that, the arm strength and grip developed by abusing breasts!
I unleash a slash containing the essence of that pure body!
“DEJAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!”
—Whoosh!!
As Lizette retreats and the distance widens, the blade is ‘fired.’ An abnormal sense of speed is felt, and inhuman power dwells in the blade.
—This will hit.
That heavy blow would surely have the power of a guillotine, but—Thwack! It’s easily blocked.
What the hell?
“You fucking bitch, you blocked that! Are you out of your mind, you son of a bitch!”
It was a fucking strong blow!
The attack I unleashed with confidence was in vain, and I was about to go crazy. No joke, I felt like tearing my hair out and doing a tap dance. I cried out in my heart.
“What are you babbling about?”
“You bitch!”
But I can’t afford to be flustered. I immediately reel back the hilt and unleash a series of strikes, but she deflects them all.
“It won’t work, you idiot. Tsk tsk, I thought you were all cocky about winning with a sword last time, but it looks like you’re screwed now that I’m wearing claws?”
This was also an attack I put some effort into, but it doesn’t work at all.
Is this what it’s like even with a sword?
Lizette is indeed skilled. And as skilled as she is, she’s arrogant as hell, using her words to tear at my heart between attacks.
“Shut up, you fucking bitch!”
—Thwack thwack.
Enraged, I raised my senses to the limit and slashed through the space. The tips and blades of the sword were clearly aimed at Lizette’s body, but she skillfully defended and deflected my attacks, freely maintaining her distance and only aiming for openings.
“Try to hit me, you cute little bastard. Can you even touch me? Huh?”
“You fucking bitch!!”
—She’s stronger than me.
Her pure combat experience is clearly superior to mine.
Lizette has also survived countless life-and-death battles like a non-human. Honestly, I’ve only lived in this world for about four years, but Lizette was born and raised in this world.
There is a fundamental difference in experience.
There is an unbridgeable gap in time.
“Heh heh heh, how about this?”
—Whoosh!
Suddenly, Lizette’s claw curves in a bizarre arc, aiming for my side. If it were a punch, I would have relied on my armor and endured it, but no joke, three ferocious blades are flying at me simultaneously because of the claw.
If this hits, I’m screwed…!
“Teeeeeeeng!!!”
I immediately bend my body like a shrimp to evade the attack! —Shred! At the same time, the tip of the claw leaves a deep wound on my brand new steel pauldron! Hey, that cost a fortune!
A different class of strongman who can tear through steel plates!
“Oops, sorry about the armor?”
“You crazy bitch! That cost a fortune!”
“How much?”
“Four silver!”
I shouted desperately and swung my sword down. Lizette easily dodges it and thrusts her claw towards my face.
“You can buy a new one soon if you become a trainer, you know.”
“No way!”
—Clang!
I immediately deflect the claw’s blade with a cross guard and counterattack.
“Oh? You blocked that?”
Anyway, this is a big problem. It’s quite overwhelming. I may only have about 30% of my mana left, but it wouldn’t have made much of a difference even if it were full.
“Then you can’t block this!”
However, even though Lizette is clearly aiming for me with murderous intent, she can’t easily finish the fight. She can’t easily defeat me either.
There’s a chance.
It’s a situation where it’s difficult for either side to finish the other off. It seems likely that it will end in a battle of endurance or stamina.
If not… my equipment won’t last.
—Whoosh!!
My accelerated blade once again whips through the space. Lizette, who had been dodging here and there, —Clang! Deflects the sword with great force and thrusts her claw. I also block the attack with fist and kick techniques based on swordsmanship and armor, and counterattack again.
—Clang!
—Thwack!
Counterattack after counterattack.
Counterattack after counterattack.
Sparks fly as steel clashes against steel.
I can feel the durability of my equipment decreasing in real time.
In comparison, Lizette still doesn’t have a single scratch. Should I use Director’s Slash with the determination to die together? No, I still can’t. She’s faster than me and knows how to perfectly gauge the distance.
She won’t give me an opening.
Unless I seize a clear opportunity, I won’t be able to hit her even if I try.
I’m still a step behind.
“Where am I going to make money from tomorrow? Should I just start a new organization?”
“Don’t talk nonsense, you bastard!”
—Thwack!
I’m starting to feel the strain on my stamina. It’s impossible to conserve stamina and strength in a fierce battle with Lizette. Every attack and defense is my ‘sincerity.’ Upper-level trainers are fucking strong.
“This guy is persistent.”
“I’m not persistent, you just can’t finish me off, you bitch.”
“You little shit?”
—Clang!
Perhaps her pride was slightly scratched, she widens her eyes and attacks with a fierce momentum. At first glance, her pupils are contracted. The claw’s blade enters with an extremely efficient trajectory. But, all.
All.
I can block it all…!
“Heh heh! You still can’t finish me off! Hey, I’ll let you off today! Go home, wash your feet, and go to sleep!”
“Don’t be cocky, you bastard. You can’t beat me. Don’t you know I’m going easy on you?”
“What a load of crap, you titty bitch.”
From earlier, the way her cleavage freely draws straight lines and curves, and the way her bouncing breasts are so impressive, I ended up calling her a titty bitch.
“What, titty? You little shit?”
Lizette, who smirked at those words, reflexively aimed for my vitals.
“Ugh!”
I barely deflect it and unleash a series of Blood Sky Asura Kick and Demonic God Shattering Palm. Lizette twists her body and rotates, causing her chest to swing like a blunt weapon.
Oh, shit!
“I can’t concentrate because of your chest! Why are you wearing those clothes when you’re coming to fight!”
I immediately unleashed the Director’s Sword Dance and shouted. Using seduction like a Dryad, she’s bad news.
“It’s my business what I wear, you black bastard.”
“It’s your business, but you should be considerate of your opponent as a warrior! Are you looking down on me! Or are you trying to seduce me with your charms!”
“What the hell are you talking about!”
Her offensive became even more ferocious.
A violent attack that ignores efficiency and focuses on power. At first glance, it seems easier to deal with, but because the destructive power of each strike was enough to tear my armor apart, I needed even more careful evasion!
“You titty bitch!”
I performed the Director’s Footwork and backpedaled to get out of her range as much as possible. When I mentioned tits again, Lizette smiled bitterly and cursed.
“You little shit. Why? Are you horny because of my boobs? Are you horny?”
—The tone was calm, but it was a tone that contained considerable anger.
To be cold, her big breasts and that black tube top go well together. It’s a design that reveals her attractive shoulder line and emphasizes her chest, so it’s no wonder that a normal man would be captivated by it.
The way it shakes violently due to the intense movements during battle is also fascinating.
The reason I wasn’t captivated was simply because I was trained by Claudia and I was admiring Winia’s bust every day.
“I’m not horny, you crazy bitch.”
“You little shit, then why are you talking about it!”
“To do this!”
I stabbed my blade at Lizette, who was shouting as if she was dumbfounded!
“Ha, damn. It doesn’t work, you scrub. How many times do I have to say it?”
“You blocked it.”
“Why are you surprised?”
“I’m very surprised.”
The battle briefly came to a standstill. I felt a considerable sense of fatigue, and my heart was pounding like crazy. I need to boost my stamina. The one who fails to boost it here will lose.
“Actually, my hobby is beating up guys who hit on me, you know. Do you know how many guys I get in an hour when I walk around in these clothes?”
Lizette also didn’t show it, but she was slowly backing away. Was she also tired? Lizette’s skills surpass mine, but basically, I’m wearing armor and defending while reducing its durability.
That’s why she can’t completely overwhelm me.
“Do you get about ten guys?”
“Oh, you got it right.”
“That’s a fucking bad hobby, you little shit.”
“It’s so much fun, you little shit. There’s nothing better than legally beating people up.”
But… that’s the end of it now.
The breastplate, quilted armor, gauntlets, and pauldrons, except for the greaves, are all tattered. If I take a few more attacks, my equipment will break immediately due to exceeding its durability.
Then, from that moment on, I won’t be able to withstand Lizette’s attacks, and that will lead to a fatal blow.
—I can’t win.
If I’m going to make a move… I’ll have to do it before my equipment breaks.
There’s no hope other than that anyway.
“Damn, you’re the craziest person I’ve ever seen in my life! No, do you like beating people up that much? Have a kind heart, you bitch!”
“Why the fuck should I hear that from a guy like you?”
I slowly ran my mouth and gathered all the remaining mana.
I can’t win if my armor breaks anyway. In the first place, Lizette couldn’t overwhelm me because of the difference in equipment, so she adopted a tactic of shaving off my armor. That’s why I’ll die the moment my armor breaks.
I’ll make a final move.
We, who had been having meaningless conversations, took our last breaths.
And,
—Flash!
We charged towards each other without either of us taking the lead.
“DEJAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“That’s a really uneducated shout, you little shit!!”
I unleash my final breath and consume all of my remaining stamina! And I concentrate the boiling magic power on one point…! One shot! The outcome will be decided in one shot!
“You! Can’t! Beat! Me!”
“Bullshit! Get ready to go into your coffin, Lizette!”
In an instant, more than ten exchanges go back and forth. The six blades pouring out of the two claws quickly shave off my armor. It’s over now. I’ve really used this breastplate for a long time. Goodbye, you fucking piece of shit.
Bye-bye, my pretty breastplate…!
—Kuuuuooooooo!
—Clang! Clang!
I seize an opportunity in the endless metallic sounds.
—Shred!
The breastplate is completely torn.
“Ha!”
Lizette, who let out a breath, aims for the inside of the torn breastplate. —The eyes of a beast. The inside was protected by quilted armor, but it’s not enough to block Lizette’s attack.
“You’re dead, you fucking shi—”
“—Director!!!!!!!”
If you know where they’re aiming, you can respond!
“Slashiiiiiiiiing—!!!!!!!!!”
As I thrust the torrent of mana into the spot,
—Clang!
“Ah, no, this thug, what the hell…!”
At that moment, iron snow fell.
—Rustle.
What exactly created that dreamlike sight? I felt an extreme sense of foreboding. The pieces of iron that fell like snow were as sharp as shards of glass, and they flew in all directions, wounding my body and Lizette’s.
“Kuh!”
“Kyaaa…!”
My sword.
—Was broken.
All I had in my hand was the hilt of the sword. But it wasn’t just my sword that was broken. The claw attached to Lizette’s left hand was also destroyed.
—I guess it can’t be done.
It was an attack that unleashed my final breath and mana, but all it did was destroy one of Lizette’s weapons.
Yes, that’s all.
—Swoosh.
“It’s not over yet.”
Thank you, Mersin.
The longsword you left behind has become my great opportunity.
The scabbard spits fire. The longsword then pops out like a snake. Stamina, breath, mana, I’ve used it all up. It’s even hard to maintain consciousness. I feel half asleep and drunk on a dream. But my body remembers—drawing a sword and attacking with it. I told you. My fist, kick, and sword are one. Like breathing.
Swordsmanship.
—I can do it even while sleeping.
“Director’s Slash Final Attack!!!”
“You son of a bitch!!! My skin, you bastard!!!”
—Thwack!
Lizette’s remaining claw and my longsword collide.
In the distance of the sky, Mersin raised his thumb and smiled. His teeth are very even.
