## Chapter 338 – The Brawlers
ㅡKwaang!
The clash of the jando and the claw.
The result was so spectacular that I couldn’t help but frown. ㅡPapapap! Fragments of the shattered blade flew in all directions.
Mersin, you fucking piece of shit.
You die in one hit because you carry around a shitty sword like this, you bastard! If you’re a swordsman, you should care about the quality of your sword, you son of a bitch! It broke in one hit! My head felt like it was being painted white with insane rage.
The sword I drew in a moment of crisis was a dud?
This joke is beyond a joke.
I felt like punching my own balls.
The only reason I was able to block Lisette’s attack was because the brand-new claymore I had was high-quality. Of course, Mersin’s garbage sword couldn’t withstand a single blow.
That’s how skilled Lisette was.
“You little shit…!”
However.
ㅡPasasak!
The brilliant snow of spring, reflecting in the sunlight.
ㅡLisette’s claw also shattered.
Why?
It didn’t take long to figure it out.
“Keuk!”
A shard of iron shot out like a bullet, grazing my face. I raised my arm to protect my eyes. Lisette also staggered back to protect herself. Red lines appeared on her exposed skin.
Looks like today was a ‘collect sword scars’ day. An inhumane and cruel chance to earn about 10% if you break your sword today. I don’t need that kind of credit, you fuck!
“Kyaat…!”
ㅡLisette’s claw also reached its limit due to the fierce battle with me. My two swords and Lisette’s claws were completely shattered. Thus, we entered an unarmed state.
Unarmed?
“ㅡDon’t be ridiculous.”
I still have a knife left.
My body leaned backward. My stamina, mana, and spirit were all at their limit. It was natural to collapse like this. It was natural to want to lie down and stretch out. The loser deserves to be sprawled out on the ring.
But.
ㅡIf I have a knife.
I won’t fall.
ㅡTuk.
Leg back.
Hand forward.
ㅡSeureung.
I grabbed the handle of the knife, took a step forward while maintaining my balance, bent my waist, and drew my last weapon. Lisette was currently crossing her arms, seemingly trying to protect her face.
You don’t want a scar on your pretty face?
Unfortunately, today is ‘collect sword scars’ day.
ㅡPaat!
I immediately slashed down at Lisette with the knife. The clearly drawn trajectory of the knife scattered like mist. The blade, regaining its shape, aimed at Lisette.
ㅡKwaang!
But my strike was futilely blocked by Lisette’s hand.
“You fucking bastard! You gave me a scar!”
“It’s your fault for wearing those clothes!”
“Oh yeah, you little shit!”
The blade of the claw was completely destroyed, and even the iron plate protecting her hand was tattered, but some protective power remained. The collision between my knife and the iron plate on Lisette’s hand.
As a result, both flew into the air.
Shit.
After all this effort, I’m going to lose.
“You’re dead, you bastard!”
“Hey, listen. It doesn’t look like there’s a scar on your chest, can you let it slide?”
There were plenty of red lines with blood dripping down on Lisette’s forearms, thighs, abdomen, and waist, but her large breasts were still white and clean.
Well, that’s good enough.
I’m a breast abuser, not a breast harmer. Even though you’re a vicious woman, I didn’t intend to touch your breasts.
“So you’re worried about my tits when you’re about to die?”
“Of course, I’m worried.”
“This bastard’s horny.”
“Not really.”
I have Winia’s overwhelming bust that can’t be grasped even with both hands, so there’s no way I’d be fascinated by that. Anyway, I decided to beg Lisette once.
Since I lost anyway, begging is the only answer now.
“Please let me off. I’m sorry. It was my fault. I’ll treat you like my older sister, so please let me off, Lisette-noona. I have fox-like wives at home.”
“You were married?”
“Yes. So please let me off.”
“Shut up.”
“Shit.”
ㅡPeo-uk!
A punch flew into my head. I didn’t have the stamina to avoid it, nor the spirit to block it, so I took it as it was, and my head turned with terrible pain.
“Kuheok!”
Wow, fuck.
That really hurts.
My head was spinning.
Unlike me, who was half-groggy, Lisette seemed to be only in a state where her weapons were destroyed. From the start, she was a skilled fighter even without her claws. She can show her skills without weapons, just like me.
As soon as I thought that, a flurry of blows came in.
“Keoheok…! Ouch, fuck! That really hurt!”
The chest armor was completely torn, and the iron plate fell off. The shoulder armor, tattered and now only with the fixing straps remaining. The gauntlets, dented and with the forearm parts all gone. The equipment I had collected. The armor that had protected my life and instilled unbelievable confidence was all fucked up.
Am I going to get fucked up like this too?
Lisette’s overwhelming bare-handed violence violated my disarmed body. Punches and kicks flew into my sides and abdomenㅡ my chest and shoulders. And my forearms. I can’t block it. I can’t avoid it. I take it all. It hurt so fucking much that I was about to cry.
“Hey, hey. Don’t lose consciousness.”
I desperately raised my guard to protect my head. However, that was the limit because my body was as heavy as lead. A flying fist? By the time I realized it, I had already taken two hits.
“Keep your eyes open and take it, you bastard. You need to be hit a little.”
And so, I was beaten like a stray dog that ate the testicles of the only son of the Kim family on Dog Days. Was it a butterfly dream? Now I couldn’t even tell if I was the dog, or if the dog was me.
All I could see was a boiling pot.
“This is the limit, you bastard.”
“Look at my tits and come to your senses.”
ㅡWiggle wiggle.
Looking through the gaps in my guard, I saw Lisette’s chest shaking violently. Lisette had her own charm.
“Are you coming to your senses a little?”
“Fuck.”
“Focus, you bastard. The moment you lose focus, your mind will fly away.”
…This year seems to be enjoying it secretly.
She’s a crazy woman who deliberately wears revealing clothes and beats up men who hit on her. It seems like she has an abnormal sexual desire, and she intends to unleash it on me.
You crazy pervert.
“Just let me lose it, you fuck! I’m in too much pain! Lisette-noona! Please stop now!”
Lisette was a bitch who was good at beating people.
She awakened my collapsing spirit with punches, and used steps and kicks to hold me tight and force me not to fall. I was almost like a mummy with my intestines pulled out, staggering around, unable to lose consciousness or fall, and getting beaten like a sandbag.
“Would you like me to stop hitting you? Hey, should I let you off?”
Lisette, responding to my wails, lowered her striking speed per minute a little and said.
“Yes!”
“Then I’ll let you off.”
“Really?”
“It’s a lie, you idiot. Haha!”
“Oh, come on!”
This bastard is deceiving people with this!
“Did you believe it? You cute little thing! Hey! Get your head straight!”
“Keuhaaak!”
This runaway horse-like year!
Lisette, who had become half-enjoying mode, humiliated me by making insulting attacks such as slaps, let alone decisive blows.
To dare to use this Cheonma like a human sandbag!
“I kind of liked you, you bastard. But you were too cocky. What about my business? What are you going to do about it? Huh?”
“Geueoeok.”
I get hit.
And I get hit again.
ㅡAnd.
“Ugh, fuck.”
Was it because I had been hit in the head too much? My mind, which had been shaking wildly, suddenly became clear. At the same time, my body regained its balance and my vision cleared.
“My mind.”
I’ve been beaten so hard that I’ve come to my senses.
“Fuck.”
No.
This was closer to the feeling of waking up from sleep paralysis. My heart was beating fast. My mind was getting clearer and clearer. Lisette’s fist began to catch my eye.
ㅡI forcibly pulled up my stamina.
I instinctively reached out my hand.
“…Catch?”
ㅡJureuk. Blood flowing from my forehead wet my eyes. My body must be in tatters now. But I glared at Lisette. I caught her fist with my hand.
“Asura Blood Breaking Fist.”
At the same time, I pulled the fist I had grabbed and slammed the Asura Blood Breaking Fist into her. Contrary to expectations that she would avoid it, the attack cleanly hit just below Lisette’s shoulder.
ㅡPeo-uk!
“Kyaak?!”
Huh.
She… didn’t avoid it?
It was an attack that was cast in a fairly unstable state, so its power and speed were significantly reduced. And decisively, Lisette’s cute scream. I sensed one thing from that sound that didn’t suit her at all.
“…You’re tired too, Lisette.”
Ah.
“Bullshit…!”
“Letting you off my ass. You just couldn’t finish it, that’s all.”
“Oh yeah, then die now!”
I thought she was playing with me, but she simply didn’t have the stamina to finish it. She covered it up with bluffing and humiliation. Lisette is definitely stronger than me.
But I made up for the gap in skill with equipment, and I’ve endured until this moment.
Lisette had used up all her stamina and strength breaking my armor and weapons. Maybe if I didn’t have even one piece of armor, if I didn’t have three weapons, if I didn’t change my sword, if I didn’t buy new shoulder armor.
I would have collapsed and fallen to the ground a long time ago.
Thank you, my comrades.
Your sacrifices created the last chance…!
This is ‘Item Power’!
ㅡKkieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!
I let out a familiar shout. Fighting spirit and courage soared. Stamina boiled. I can win. I can win. Now it’s just a one-move game. The odds are 50 to 50. One shot. And one chance. Who will get tired first, or who will fall first!
“Die, Lisette!!!!”
“Don’t be cocky, you gangster!!!”
ㅡPeok!
I can’t use Cheonma Divine Art and martial arts. I don’t have the stamina to perform Director Jang’s Combat. However, Taekwondo. The martial arts principles of Taekwondo, our unique Korean martial art, were melted into every action of mine and became a kind of passive skill.
“I am soon.”
Punching.
“Taekwondo.”
Kicking.
“Kim Katz.”
Even if I don’t use techniques, even if I don’t put in special power. It was all Taekwondo, the proud secret art of our Korean people.
ㅡKwaang!
Fists cross.
ㅡPaaang!
Kicks cross.
I look for an opportunity. I throw a punch. Lisette couldn’t avoid it. She took my punch in the face, and with a face full of anger, she threw a punch at my face. Avoid it? No, I can’t. I don’t have the strength to avoid it.
“Eoeok! Fuck!”
I take Lisette’s punch with my forehead…!
“You bitch!”
As soon as our bodies stick together, I slam a knee kick.
“Kkyaeuk…!”
The steel knee pads of the greaves pierced Lisette’s abdomen. Looking at her face distorted with pain, it went in properly. It seems like this is the first effective hit I’ve made since the fight started.
“Does it hurt!”
“It… hurts so much, you gangster!”
ㅡKiyaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Lisette, completely engulfed in rage, attacked violently. But her momentum has died down a lot. I take it all with my whole body, and yet I counterattack. Counterattack that. Counterattack that again. Ignore being hit, and ignore hitting! Ignoring my own body being cut away, I just fucking beat the other person! Until one side is completely fucked up!
The final battle.
A crazy slugfest.
Somewhere in the slums where even the space is screaming, a frenzy of offense and defense continues!
“An irresistible urge Dejaaaaaaaat!!!!!!!”
“You fucking bastardaaaaaㅡ!!!!!!!!!!”
ㅡPeok.
ㅡPpeobeok.
ㅡKeuaaaaaaaa!!!
ㅡKkieeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!
The only sounds heard are each other’s shouts and the sounds of being hit and hitting. My vision fades. I get hit, and I hit. That repeats forever. And so, the finishing blowㅡ
“ㅡDie Lisette!!!”
I land it.
“You fucking rude bastard!!!”
I take the finishing blow.
ㅡPpeo-eok!
Crossed punches made a cross and were embedded in each other’s cheeks!
ㅡA new kind of Divine Friend.
“Kkeueoeok…!”
“Ki…yaeuk…!”
ㅡInsane pain.
I maintained that posture for a while, then forcibly held onto my falling body and retreated. Lisette also grabbed her cheek and retreated.
“Haa… haa… This bastard dared to hit my face…!”
“Keuek…! Sorry for hitting your pretty face, you bitch…!”
ㅡHaa, haa.
I don’t have the strength to attack anymore. Lisette is also breathing heavily, looking at me, so it must be the same for her. Should we make the final showdown? We were both thinking about it.
It was the moment we were timing it.
ㅡPeeking peeking.
ㅡUreureu.
At some point.
People who had gathered at some point.
No, the poor and beggar gangs were surrounding us. Not only that. Thugs and robbers with tools were also gathered.
What are these fucking bastards?
“You, what are you?”
“Huh? What are these fucking bastards?”
Sensing an ominous aura, Lisette and I instinctively approached each other and swore while looking around.
Then.
“That… that red hair! You’ve been treating us so well all this time!”
One of the guys shouted, bursting with anger.
“That, that black guy too! I remember him! He killed all our kids!”
“That big-titted year killed my friend!”
“Kill him!”
“Kill them!”
This fuck…
I sensed that I was fucked.
