951 Long Live the King

** Content Warning: Graphic speech and sexual overtones. **

⟬ Meanwhile... ⟭ 

"Ding ding ding, moTHER-FFFFFF*CKER!!!" 

Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark, placed his foot atop his defeated opponent's chest. 

He'd just beat up a F*CKING GOD with his F*CKING FISTS!!!

He threw his arms back and yelled to the sky, "WOOOOO!!!!!"

His face was severely swollen. 

It hurt... so, so bad... 

His whole body hurt. 

--and it wasn't just because of the crazy use of mana from all his spellcasting. 

"I'm beat... the F*CK up!!" He cried... before collapsing onto his back. 

Every little tiny movement he made hurt. Keeping his eyes open hurt.

Breathing hurt. (People needed to breathe to live! It didn't make sense for that to hurt!!)

But... he was alive. 

He... he won. 

He had earned a rest.