Chapter 148 – Spar with Sairaorg Bael 2

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Sairaorg's speed increased, as soon as I used my technique, he appeared in front of me. He tried to punch me, but I had long gone from the spot, leaving only my fake.

That was his first mistake, he didn't know my skill. I was standing behind him right now, and he punched my fake.

As Sairaorg's fist hit my clone, it melted in a black cloud of smoke and surprised Sairaorg. His movement became dull for a moment, so I used this to strike him with Nenekirimaru.

I aimed at his side, right under his armpit. My sword flashed, leaving behind a light trail and connected.

However, I couldn't cut him, the armor was too strong. When it made contact with his armor, my sword was bounced off with a loud clang.

Clang!

Sairaorg noticed my location, he instantly rotated and sent a roundhouse kick. Huh, he thought he could hit me with a roundhouse kick?

My old man had kicked me enough for me to dodge such a kick without seeing it. After dodging his kick by ducking, I imbued Nenekirimaru with Fear and Senjutsu, swung it horizontally, towards Sairaorg's leg.

"Got you," I said from below.

"Not too fast!" Sairaorg shouted and he jumped. My sword lost its target, and I looked up immediately only to see Sairaorg's fist.

"Orya!" He let out a shout as his fist get closer to my face. With the help of Youjutsu, I was able to move away and only left my clone at that place. Once again, my clone melted when Sairaorg's fist made contact with its face.

Because he was punching down from mid-air, his fist hit the ground and made a 3 meters wide crater. His gold armor was really bright that it made me squint my eyes just to look at him.

"Where are you! If you are a man, then fight me like one!" Shouted Sairaorg.

Man or not, all was fair in love and war. A fight was no different than that. More importantly…

"Unfortunately, I am a yakuza, you know? If you can't even defeat me, don't even dream to become the strongest!"

It was not my style answering my opponent's quip, but I somehow answered him. My voice was melted in the air, coming from various directions because of my Fear.

Sairaorg looked around with a frown on his face, he then bumped his fists with each other. "Right, I am wrong."

Somehow, his next move surprised me. He punched his cheek with his left hand. Blood dripped from his mouth that got injured by his punch.

"Sorry for that. I am too caught up in a moment and got a bit angry because I can't land a hit on you."

"Don't worry about it, shall we continue?" I said as I appeared 5 meters away from him. I was not a fool though, I just showed him my Fake while my true body was looking down at him from the crater.

"Yeah!" His Touki aura then enlarged, it became bigger and bigger until finally, it died down. His physical strength was increased, he was even stronger now.

"That's the spirit." My Fake's mouth moved, and my voice came from my Fake.

I made my Fake take a basic stance of Kendo and waited for Sairaorg to come at my Fake.

His speed increased again, he managed to reach my Fake right after he launched himself. Not that he would hit the real me, but that speed was surprising.

Even I would need to use Touki to the limit to achieve that. But, doesn't that mean I was stronger? I meant, he was using his Balance Breaker and Touki to achieve that speed, yet I just need my Touki.

Sairaorg was even called the strongest young devil, but that was a given, right? If he couldn't achieve the strongest with even his strength, then this world was too fucked up.

I could also fight Susanoo without any problem.

'I need to break that armor though.'

Sairaorg was now rampaging on the field, punching every Fake that appeared one after another. He was laughing like crazy, while I observed him look for his weak point.

His chest was clearly the strongest. The only open part of his armor was his face. But this was a spar, so I couldn't use my sword to stab that face, he would die.

'Let's punch him then.'

I began to make my move. Dismissing Nenekirimaru that was on my hand, I opted to use my bare hand to fight Sairaorg.

It was a good chance to know how skillful I am with my martial art. I had only used a sword to fight all this time, so I was curious myself.

"Hey, I'm over here, you know?" I showed him my real location as I waved my hand, gesturing for him to come at me.

"There you are!"

Sairaorg kicked the ground, creating a crack under his feet, and he reached me in less than a second, sending a right jab right at my face.

I stepped to the left to dodge the punch, grabbing his arms with both hands and throwing him to the ground.

Bam!

"Kah!" The air came out from Sairaorg's lungs because I threw him to the ground, landing on his back. The ground under him cracked, but I didn't stop my attack yet.

I quickly sent a punch at his face, but he had already recovered and moved his head to the right, dodging my punch by hair breath.

As a result, my fist hit the ground and shattered it, creating four meters deep crater. Sairaorg got blown away by the shockwave. He managed to land safely 10 meters away from me.

His inside was a bit damaged though, as I used a certain technique to injure his vital. This was taught by Magari when I learned Senjutsu from her. A technique of using Senjutsu to attack my opponent's internal organ.

I let out the breath that I held. From my mouth, white smoke came out alongside my breath. It was a Senjutsu aura that I infused into my body to use the technique from Magari.

I turned to look at Sairaorg. Blood was dripping from his mouth, but he quickly wiped it with his hand and he smiled at me.

"Khahahaha, you used your fist? That's a good attack." He then cracked his knuckle again, then he got into a stance.

"Come, let's make this spar memorable!"

I grinned at his invitation. I got into a stance too. My left arm was straight in front of me, with my left palm opened. I pulled my right hand, positioned it beside my waist while I opened my leg a little, with the left in front of the right.

This was the so-called kung fu stance, but this was not kung-fu. Instead, this martial art used Senjutsu to injure our opponent.

"Anytime you want." I said to Sairaorg while waving my left hand.