Chapter 16: I Want to Fight
Arthur:
Their number is far too great for alone, but no retreat. Damn you, cursed guard, isn’t work like this supposed to be your responsibility—to intervene and stop it? But look at you, leaning against the stone wall, staring with an arrogant smile as if you’re enjoying the predicant I am in.
"Hahahaha... I didn’t hear well, what did you say? Not fair? Our very existence here is injustice itself. What fairness are you talking about? That’s a word I don’t know the aning of." Spoke their bald-headed leader.
He had many tattoos on his body, and it was clear he had criminal records.
He raised his right arm and pointed his finger at : "Beat him, guys, our friend here needs to learn a lesson. Fine, I’ll call this lesson bullying."
He smiled, showing his teeth, and the mont I heard his words, I prepared myself.
Imdiately one of his n ran toward , holding a pickaxe in his right hand, raising it to the sky and bringing it down vertically on .
With agility I dodged the strike by moving to my right, and at the sa ti I sent my fist into that man’s face, sending him flying toward the n surrounding , standing at a distance, waiting for a chance to pounce on .
"Take this." From my side, another man appeared from my left, with his fist aid at striking my face. Due to his slowness, I grabbed his fist tightly with my left hand, making him feel pain.
I sent my right fist into his stomach, forcing him to crouch down holding it. Without giving him ti to absorb the pain, I swung my leg into his face, making him crawl on the rough ground.
"We’ve got him, it’s our chance, beat him up, hahahaha." Suddenly, a man grabbed from behind and locked my arms.
"You think you’ve caught ..? Hmph, wrong." I bent forward, lifting him and flipping him to the front, dropping him painfully onto his back in the dirt.
"Hm... another one who doesn’t know fear." I saw a man running toward with his fist.
I raised my leg and struck him in his sensitive spot, making him fall to his knees, then finished him with a kick to the face that sent him flying.
Yes... yes... yes... finally I can fight. Ah, it’s the feeling of ecstasy. I can fight as I used to in the past with this body, at last. I will use everything I learned from street fights and training.
"Next! Hahahaha..." I shouted loudly.
"You, hmph, co on darling, give your hand, I’ll make you fly." I grabbed one of the n by his arms, swung him in the air, and threw him at the group coming toward .
I dodged a punch coming from my left, and ducked from the man behind who tried to grab .
I grabbed the first one by his right leg and smashed him into his friend behind .
"You’re not the only one attacking, I also want to attack." I rushed toward a certain poor man, who didn’t understand a thing until my foot pressed into his face.
This party continued for 5 minutes before being stopped by a certain voice.
"Stop... I’m the one who will take care of him..." Spoke their leader with a scowling face, stepping forward after watching from the back while I enjoyed his followers.
"Oh... finally the bigger prey moves... I’ve been waiting long. You, give your pickaxe." I took a pickaxe from one of the n after striking his face.
"A bigger prey requires... greater power." I lifted the pickaxe straight and exhaled sharply.
"Field Family Sword Art – Crushing Vertical Strike." I stomped the ground with my feet, closed in on him, and brought the pickaxe down.
Blood splattered as he fell to his knees, holding his cut chest.
"Argh... what is this skill? Why would soone of your strength... beco a slave?" He looked at with one closed eye, sweat on his face, writhing in pain.
"None of your business... next ti you think of ssing with , rember that I am not easy, and my revenge is painful." I looked down on him as he lay sprawled, my eyes cold and black.
I grabbed his bald head with my left hand, and ford a flaming fist with my right hand.
"Trash..." I sent my flaming fist toward his cheek. The mont it touched his skin, an explosive force appeared, slamming his face into the dirt.
I looked around in anger, seeing many people, among them that cursed guard whose face had turned blue from frowning.
"Anyone who doesn’t want an end like this, get out of my sight nooooow!"
Everyone moved in panic with their pickaxes, digging at an insane speed without looking back.
I dusted off my hands.
[You’re starting to amuse a little, you know]
Thanks for the complint.
[Here, take your reward]
[Assistant System]
[You have t the requirents to activate your ability]
[Your Body Learns]
[Skill]
[Skill I Street Fighting (Level 1)]
[Description: Punch this, strike that, kick there, the thod of victory doesn’t matter, only who stands last.
Permanent increase: Agility 5
Permanent increase: Strength 5
Negative Move:
Madness: Significant increase in strength and agility for one minute.
Cooldown: 30 minutes.]
Another wonderful addition to my list.
[Isn’t it? Your performance was excellent.]
I smiled lightly, ti to continue digging.
There’s sothing strange... why hasn’t the old man woken up yet?
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[States]
[Character:
– Na and surna: Arthur Field
– Ethnicity: human
– Ability: Learning – Rank S
– Level 3 (400/190)
– Statistics Points: 0
]
[Properties:
– Strength: 17 (39)
– Agility: 8 (5)
– Defense (Vitality, Resistance): 7 (20)
– Intelligence (mana): 10
]
[Skills:
– [Skill I I’m not thirsty (Level 1)]
– [Skill II Stacked Damage Resistance (Level 1)]
– [Skill I Sword Art of the Field Family (Level 1)]
– [Skill II Rapid Cell Evolution (Level 1)]
– [Skill I Burning Hand (Level 1)]
– [Skill II Warrior Miner (Level 3)]
– [Skill I Bleeding Resistance (Level 1)]
– [Skill I Pain Resistance (Level 2)]
– [Skill II Big Muscles (Level 1)]
– [Skill I Street Fighting (Level 1)]
]
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