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World Enemy

Lex is a ring fighter who loathed his present life and age, had spent years engaging in underground fights to earn enough money for a Brain implant. Upon his return, a cyborg ended his life.  Even in death his strong will and hate burned brightly. Cursing God and swearing vengeance, Lex found himself in the New World one year before the arrival of Nazarick.  The story is in the process of rewrite Gore will be plenty, followed by excessive brutality and low-hanging comedy. Death to a chicken and or horny MCs And the harem is only for Jirciniv.

MatMax · Anime et bandes dessinées
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Chapter 39

"Yes, you can," Says Gramps and adds "To be frank, to humble you, I wanted to let you choose one of the weapons there, and then beat you with the same one. However, you're unlucky, as the weapon with I specialize in is the same type that you're holding. So I'll use my great sword, wait for me"

Gramps leaves the training room

Those words leave Lex in a dilemma. From what he sees and feels, Gramps must be an Adamantite ranks adventurer. What's even funnier he must break the shackles of humanity and achieve a heroic state.

His opponent would be overall a better fighter: many years of experience in using the same kind of weapon, definitely greater stats in exception to strength, six sense that warns him from dangerous situations, greater agility giving an inherent advantage in fights and many more.

There is only one thing giving Lex the upper hand Martial arts. Lex has a problem that he still can't access the full strength of his body, if he could this fight would be a joke, Gramps couldn't be able to move a finger, Lex would disappear from his vision and deliver one blow ending a fight.

Thanks to the body of his, he doesn't even once need a break because of physical exhaustion. Martial arts use the power of the body to work in the process they consume stamina, but for now, it appears that he has an endless amount of it.

Lex gets curious about what exact stats he has now, opening an info panel he sees

Strength: 100→101/error!

Endurance: 20→22 /error!

Agility: 10→15 /error!

Status: Partially Awoken Consciousness, error!

Shock appears on his face when reading the stats. He didn't expect such great increases after a few days of training. Strength broke the game limit of 100. There is only one person who was able to break limits in the game thanks to his roleplaying build Ainz. Momonga used many skills/abilities to increase the number of spells in result breaking a cap of MP.

The second most interesting thing is an increase of five in agility, maybe it's because of being the lowest stat, so it could grow fast. Like in mmorpg, when you have a low level it's quite easy to level up, many people in 24h can go from level 1 to 35. Pros grinding levels to sell an account definitely can go even higher.

Time flows when Lex is engrossed in thoughts, Gramps comes back with his blade in the form of a big thick sword, to be exact it is a modified version of a bastard sword. The blade is like on steroids, increasing in size, thickness and weight, but still a bit smaller than a DS. Light radiating from a crystals falls onto the dark violet blade made from Orichalcum. Both of them look at their respective swords

Gramps asks first

"From what is made your bastard sword? Adamantite because it's black?"

"I don't know, as I don't identify it. Your on the other hand is made from Orichalcum, it has any Enchants?"

Gramps gets interested and looks at his blade with greed in his eyes

"Yes it has sharpness and durability, making it work almost like its made from Adamantite." A cheeky smile appears on his scared muscular face

"Let's make a bet to rise stakes, I'll put all of my ins... with this one having the armoury that you desire, and half of my personal wealth, accumulated through many adventures, for your sword... its over two Adamantite coins, for that much money you could buy a small city and become a Noble. It's a fair bet don't you think?"

While increasing the bet Gramps looked at the man's face looking for any change in expression, with every word trying to tempt the young man. Lexes face is like a stone not moving at any mention of possible gains.

"You're trying to scam me? Let us assume that my sword was made from Adamantite, it would be worth way more than you are offering. Even if I would win, in with I don't think it's possible, no one would sell their property for that small amount. Villages and surrounding lands? For sure, as these places are threatened by raids and other beasts"

Gramps looks disappointed by his words, spitting on the ground

"Come to the ring, at least I'll give you a solid beating"

Lex takes off his armour throwing every part on the ground. When he does so pieces of armour that left his proximity, become heavier and slam onto the stone. Lighter parts like gauntlets and boots go a few millimetres deep, and leg and arms protection slams with greater force, crushing stone under it going a few centimetres deep.

Gramps is shocked by the weight of those armour parts, he thinks that is possible for him to wear it, but he would lose most of his mobility

Last but not least comes the time for a chest plate. When Lex throws it after a bit of distance, suddenly gravity starts to affect the thickest and heaviest part of the armour. Chest plate brutally slams onto the ground, loudly crushing a stone, going dozen of inches deep.

It created a small problem of retrieving it after a fight, learning from it Lex won't throw any part of the equipment on the ground, especially on soil.

After seeing it Gramps is confused that the young man was even able to wear it

"How are you able to carry such heavy weight?"

Lex shows off a utilitarian ring worn on his index finger

"I have a ring that reduces the weight of it"

Gramps blows consort from envy, as a youngster wearing a mithril plate has an expensive armour made from unknown heavy material for sure granting great protection and an Adamantite blade.

The more he thinks about it, the more he wants it. It's unfair that some random that joined the guild is so well equipped as if given for granted.

He thinks 'At least he doesn't chicken out, for a newbie he has some balls and then says

"Come to the ring, let's begin a fight my 'Blood Drinker' is thirsty"

Gramps's figure becomes more beast-like when he lets off killing intent, scars on his body become redder from a flow of blood, and one going across his torso looks like it'll bleed. He assumes a high stance making a double grip on the hilt, with the blade being at the level of his head

Lex assumes that man plans to go on full offensive 'What did I do to piss off him so much?'

He makes a clumsy versatile stance with a handle at the level of his guts, trying to block and possibly parry attacks making a counter strike. At the same time, he concentrates on the edge of his opponent's sword and possible tricks in a matter of kicks, as on the battlefield survives most cunning not the strongest.

Gramps takes a high stance not only because he plans to attack, but also because it's one of the best ones to use in a sword fight, as it allows many possible moves, faints, and directions from with slash come. While looking at Lexes miss handling of a weapon and bad posture grotesque smile appears on his face

"How are you so bad with your sword when you have a Mithril plate?"

Lex doesn't hide anything before the keen eyes of an Old retired adventurer

"It is my first time using a weapon in a fight"

From hearing that statement Gramps is confused and disappointed in Pluto

"Did you Buy off that rank from an Adve. guild master?"

"No, he has given it to me after I showed him my martial arts"

Great interest in strange youngster awoken in man's eyes

"Do you plan to use them?"

"No because the moment when you use yours, it'll be my end. If you didn't use them in the second duel I'm willing to utilize them"

"Second? Do you plan to fight me two times? I'll make it fast then"

Bulging flesh and muscles lunges at Lex with unnatural speed