22 Fight to Death (1)

Narrator POV:

"What is the meaning of this?!...Freya familia?!?!"

Ryuu yelled at the Freya Familia quadruplets, four Pallums with sand-colored armor covering their bodies, each with different colored cloth on their breastplates and backs.

They were the Gulliver brothers, four Lv.5 of the Freya Familia, famous for their coordination when fighting, which made them seem like telepaths who read the minds of their brothers.

They stopped the elf, who had been listening to what happened from Hestia, who was hanging on her left arm, while she could already see the place of the fight, and see with her high-level adventurer's sight Mikhael and an LV. 2.

"Our goddess's order is not to let anyone intervene in this battle, so stay there, elf"

"""We don't want to accidentally kill you , after all the goddess ordered not to hurt the people close to that bastard"""

The one who seemed to be the eldest said calmly, along with the other siblings speaking after him, speaking simultaneously like a chorus.

"You!!!...", Ryuu gritted her teeth in anger as she saw the four midgets bastards in her path, aware that she couldn't fight without her weapon against them and with Hestia here, but she couldn't have left hereither because she would not know the way.

"Well, well, please calm down a little, Ryuu-sama, how about we stay here and watch?"

Hearing a voice that made her feel nostalgic, Ryuu turned around and saw one Pallum and two familiar Amazons.

"You are...Liliruca and the Dioscuri?" The elf looked with bewilderment at the student of the person she loved, "Do you know what's happening...why are you stopping me?!"

"It's no use getting upset," Liliruca answered the question calmly as she focused her gaze on the fight that was about to begin, "The Freya familia stopped everyone who wanted to intervene and I believe in the teacher."

"You don't, Ryuu-sama? And I don't think these four gentlemen will mind if we just watch, right?"

"No, it doesn't bother us, the orders were only to stop anyone, not to stop these that are observing"

"""We don't intend to help that bastard to hide information, and we respect you as a Pallum who succeeded besides the hypocrite of the Loki Familia"""

Looking at the midget who was looking at her calmly and at the four midgets who stood there looking carefully at the surroundings, Ryuu had a vein on her forehead, while she tried to calm down, and looked worriedly towards Mikhael.

(You must win... Mikhael)

Prayed both the little goddess who remained silent and the beautiful elf who clenched her hands into fists after lowering the goddess.

***

"Could you please explain your actions...Ottar?"

The leader of the Loki Familia, Finn Deimne, said to the man in front of him, who was currently the most powerful adventurer in Orario and probably the world, He was Ottar of the Freya Familia.

"I only follow the wishes of my goddess, nothing has changed," Ottar simply stood there like an indestructible wall in front of Loki, the three executives and the sword princess, stoic as always, "no one can intervene in the battle of the boy"

"Oh?" Loki narrowed her eyes at all the information she gained, "so this boy is special enough that Freya doesn't care about the guild's punishment?"

"Tsk, tsk, it doesn't matter, let's see what this son of Hestia has, and if he is worthy of me meeting him tomorrow, of course, if he can move tomorrow, but if he proves worthy, I don't mind changing the meeting day~"

(and a total war is not worth it because of an unknown rookie)

Loki was right, Freya didn't care, and right now even her Familia members had stopped anyone who came near, including the nominal leader of the guild.

Who standing next to several employees and had came to here after seeing the unauthorized full display of the Freya Familia in Orario.

Angry and hysterical at the possible headache that was coming, he asked one of the members of the Freya Family if he knew who he was and what he was doing, which that man simply ignored and repeated his order...

""""No one will interfere in this battle, please just watch if you want"""

***

"A Lv.1 fighting a LV.2? Is he crazy?"

"Look at those eyes, maybe he has skill and talent, or... he's just stupid."

"Even with a skill, it has to be extremely rare to even try to cross the gap between levels and he doesn't even have a weapon."

"Tch, he can't win, that's a rookie who registered in the guild today, I saw it myself this morning"

"Yes? I saw him coming back all bloody from his first trip to the dungeon, hahaha"

"It's a shame that this beautiful little brother is going to die, with a face like that, I wouldn't mind working while he is at home"

While the moon settled in the clear sky, illuminating the street partially destroyed by the previous battle, the magical lights illuminated all of Orario and a light wind crossed all of Orario.

All kinds of people gathered in a fence to see the fight, a fence created by the Freya Familia, although this fence did not prevent the majority from seeing the battle.

Most of them did not believe that an unarmed level 1 rookie could defeat a prepared level 2 adventurer, nor had they seen the previous fight, those who did were just the inhabitants of that street who hid as soon as they saw signs of battle.

Among these were the gods, who were only looking forward to the spectacle, already knowing that Freya only fixed her gaze on jewels full of talent, therefore perhaps the young man would surprise them.

"But what are those eyes and that aura?" The dwarf of the Loki family, Gareth, asked, curious, as did many, including the princess of the sword, who was now watching the beginning of the duel with attention.

"A skill? No, my intuition tells me it's not a skill," Finn licked his thumb like he used to do out of habit when using his skill that was like a sixth sense.

"It seems like a state of mind related to combat," the experienced Riveria analyzed, like an elf whose race had great longevity, the boy's technique reminded her of a state of concentration that experienced warriors achieved, only that this one seemed to have been take to the extreme.

"For now let's see the show"

The goddess of deception said as she narrowed her eyes, looking from the roof of the building they helped her climb up to.

***

[Multiple existences support you and look forward to the battle]

(To think that this would end like this, like a gladiator battle in a coliseum, I guess it's inevitable, currently I can't quickly kill a Lv.2)

Slowly heading towards the bald man whose name he didn't even know, who was running towards him while showing his extremely altered mood with his pace.

(It doesn't matter, at this moment, all I want is a good battle), feeling as the adrenaline kick in and the blood in his body cried out for a worthy fight, "Come on, let's start, bald guy, I promise not to kill you"

With a slightly disdainful smile, the young man once again managed to infuriate even more the man who thought he failed his beloved goddess.

"Bastard, I promise you that you will die here today"

Nick shouted as his angry voice seemed to shake the environment, and accelerated his race towards the annoying young man, ready to destroy him.

(Here comes)

[The "Eyes of the lord" skill is activated]

'slash'

Narrowly avoiding the sword's attack by lowering his center of gravity, and ignoring his opponent's surprise, Mikhael spun with his hands as support as he attacked the shin of her leg with a low kick.

Without knocking down his enemy, but causing his center of gravity to tilt, a fact that he took advantage of to spin again in the air, this time kicking his face.

"?!"

"Don't underestimate a level 2 adventurer, Brat!."

Looking at the foot that he blocked with his empty hand, the bald man smirked with disdain, as he squeezed the leg that he captured.

"!?"

Ignoring the pain in his leg, Mikhael did not give him time to attack with his sword and flexed his legs while he launched himself at the man using that same foot as support and kneed him in the face with the other leg.

"Don't underestimate an Lv.1 adventurer, you old geezer!"

Falling to the ground after his leg was released, Mikhael stood up while he heard in the background the excited screams of the audience for the first confrontation.

(How did he hit me so fast?)

Wiping away the blood coming out of his nose, feeling the pain on his face, now unarmed after his sword fell after that hit, Nick asked himself why he didn't see that attack coming.

"I see, he's doing that," Finn commented as he watched the heated battle, along with his companions who had a high level like him, could see and understand what Mikhael did at that moment.

"Now that you don't have your weapon it's a more unfair fight," Mikhael looked with disdain at the man who didn't understand something so simple, "should I only use one hand to make it fairer?"

The poor man had understood that his enemy was not a rookie, but he did not know the scale of his opponent's skill, since he was healing himself when Mikhael knocked down his allies.

"Tsk, no matter what you do," Nick got into a fighting stance as he tried to look for an opportunity to get the sword back to him, "it won't change the outcome."

"You're damn right because nothing will change that I will win, old man!!!"

Quickly closing the distance between him and his opponent, Mikhael shouted happily, as he prepared to repeat his trick.

(What is it?), Blocking the three blows that came while Mikhael began a close-range combat, without feeling that speed, the man couldn't help but hesitate, he hesitated while his eyes instinctively blinked (why these are much slower?)

"!?"

Feeling the impact much stronger and faster than the other blows to his temple, he couldn't help but continue to hesitate as he felt his world spin.

"You don't understand, do you, old man?"

Taking advantage of the enemy's stun, Mikhael hit his solar plexus with a punch and tried to kick his shin again, only for kick to be blocked again.

"I don't blame you, after all, you are just trash that hunts rookies, how could you have even the slightest fighting consciousness?"

Taking a few steps back and looking at the adventurer who managed to regain his senses, Mikhael felt for the first time how tough Lv.2 adventurers were, a normal person would already be lying on the ground trying to breathe.

His enemy though, looked just a little dizzy, he would have to hit much harder and more accurately to achieve any real damage.

(What the hell is it!? Why didn't I notice his blow coming!?) Looking at him with bloodshot eyes, Nick could only wonder what he was doing to avoid his senses.

"COME ON YOUNG MAN, DESTROY THAT BASTARD!!!"

Along with the atmosphere filled with an inexplicable heat brought by the combat, everyone was swept away by the wave of emotion before the unprecedented battle, an Lv1 easily dominating an Lv2.

"COME ON YOU OLD GEEZER, I DON'T WANT TO LOSE IN MY BET, SO WIN!!!"

Many began to cheer, and even bet on who would win between the talented rookie and the experienced adventurer.

While the atmosphere seemed like that of an official guild event, coupled with the protection inadvertently given by the Freya Familia, even the inhabitants were united in excitement.

"You heard the audience, trash," Mikhael felt his blood pumping much harder, as he was infected by the atmosphere and the noises that encorauged him, among which he was sure he heard voices of some acquaintances, "Here I come, old man, Don't fall so easily..."

Running towards the man, the young man repeated the 3 punches, this time, just as the old man blinked, he launched a kick using the techniques that he copied from his teacher.

That although they put a great burden on his already tired body, they were just a far weaker imitation that he made to be able to use, if he were to use Zeus' real techniques, he would probably burst like a bubble full of blood.

"?!"

Feeling the impact on his nose, and seeing how the young man was running towards him, without allowing him to focus his vision again.

Nick could only use his arms to block two of the three consecutive kicks launched by the young man who ended up behind him due to the impulse.

Just as he turned around with a roundhouse kick aimed at his ribs, Nick's body spun from the impact just in the position to receive an attack to the temple from Mikhael again.

(I-I think I understand!!!)

As he counterattacked by closing the distance between himself and the young man and ignoring the pain to hit Mikhael with a punch that almost broke his rib, sending him flying, he understood what was the young man's trick.

"It's the blink, isn't it?"

'cough'

Coughing as he stopped rolling by stopping on one leg, and momentarily holding back the blood that was about to come out of his mouth, Mikhael gave him a strange look.

"I already hit you three times and you just understood it now? What a little talent for combat."

What he did was simple, the moment the old man's vision went out of focus as he blinked, with all his strength and speed, he struck using the techniques of his teacher.

It takes humans about 200 milliseconds to complete the entire process of blinking, about 1/10 of a second.

No matter how strong the adventurers are, although perhaps they could last longer, most of them cannot control the instinctive habit of blinking every 15 times per minute like a normal human.

In that minimal moment in which the man lost vision of him, using the impulse of the previous blows, the young man delivered an almost invisible blow in a blind spot for the human eye.

"A talented bastard like you wouldn't understand, the suffering and helplessness of those who have no talent!!..."

Stopping the fall from the impulse of his blow, Nick reacted violently to the comment, screaming with veins visible on his forehead.

"I certainly don't understand it, after all, I never had much trouble doing anything, but I didn't come here to listen to your lamentations either, old man!!!"

Running towards the enemy, Mikhael dodged the punch thrown by the man, having already completely read his fighting style with his eyes, at that moment, instead of hitting his face, Mikhael... he spit out it...

"..."

The moment the man raised his guard to block the blows, the young man spit out the blood that he had kept in the corner of his mouth.

While he looked at how the blood hit his enemy's eyes directly, and the man, like any human, instinctively tried to bring his hands to his eyes to get the blood out of them.

(I should ignore this trick and...)

Only that before he could react and attack, he feel that thick and horrendous killing intent suddenly return right next to him, like the scythe of death, announcing his end.

Then, as his muscles momentarily froze as they tensed instinctively, adding how the vision of him was taken away, he was left momentarily helpless.

(Shit!!!)

This moment is when the young man, who took his body to the limit, threw 10 attacks in a row with his techniques, hitting as hard as possible.

One went to his temple, one to his nose, one to his right eye, one to his chin, one to his solar plexus, one to his collarbone, one to his knees, and the last to his testicles.

To top it all off, as Nick momentarily lost consciousness from the pain, Mikhael grabbed his head and slammed it twice into his knee, only to finish the barely standing man with a vertical kick that drove his head into the ground...

"..."

Leaving the defeated bald man lying on the floor, as the atmosphere paused at the anti-climatic "end" of the unexpected battle.

"HE WON!, I WON!!, I'M RICH!!!"

"Tch, he only used tricks to win, who wouldn't?"

"Then why don't you go up and fight the young man!?"

"..."

Looking at the unconscious man, Mikhael did not feel any pity or shame, he was just a assassin defeating a trash that ruined the lives of many young people.

So while he turned around, he was preparing to go back to sleep together with Hestia, and heard the screams of "the public"

He thought that this battle was necessary and sooner or later he would have to have it, after all, he was just a assassin in a"more or less" normal and without Magic world.

Now he was facing monsters and ultra super-humans, to personally experience how strong and durable these "adventurers" were, a fight against them was mandatory to gather information.

(Now the guild will take him away and the short second phase of tonight's plan will begin), with a slight smile on his face, Mikhael wanted to go to sleep as he felt how his body already hurt, (I didn't want to kill him because it would be a pain in the ass to explain, they better to interrogate him when he wakes up, nor do I want to leave a bad impression on some "good" people)

"..."

Sure that if he turned off perfect mode now, he would probably pass out for a few days.

"!?"

Then his walk, his face, and his smile froze as he felt the sudden murderous aura even more powerful than before, Mikhael turned around looking back with sweat on his forehead.

(Damn monster!!!...this is what a man pushed to the limit by charm is capable of doing?!?, Damn Ishtar!!!, soon, one of these days, I swear I will steal that adorable Fox girl from you!!!)

Staring in disbelief as the man stood up from what had been enough to kill a normal human, Mikhael realized the reason when he look the man's remaining completely crazy eye and the empty bottle that had traces of a creepy red color.

(Adventurers are another species, right? Now the idea that leveling up is getting closer to divinity makes sense...)

This was probably his trump card and perhaps Ishtar, who was probably seeing this right now, used the charm she left on him to force what little will was left to fight for her.

"But this is how it should be..."

Sensing the aura of what seemed like a peak level 2, Mikhael couldn't help the grin from ear to ear appearing on his face as he sensed the danger and his blood pumping, as his instinct urged him to fight.

"HAHAHAH"

(WIN!, WIN!!, WIN!!!)

While the people seemed surprised at the unexpected change in events, except for two goddesses who were aware of the existence of the cursed potion that exchanged strength in exchange for life expectancy and any potential.

Along with the worried looks of Hestia, Ryuu, Liliruca, Eina, and others.

"HAHAHAHA"

And the bright look of many adventurers who sensed a great battle.

"THIS IS WHAT A DEATH MATCH SHOULD LOOK LIKE, YOU DAMNNED OLD MAN!!!"

Facing the Beast that had somehow temporarily become stronger, most likely in exchange for something.

The young man welcomed him with his open arms as his left arm turned black with mystical blue lines and a huge deep blue sword was conjured into his arm, a mere weak imitation of a certain famous sword.

"LET US FIGHT UNTIL OUR SOULS ARE SATISFIED!!!"