Chapter: 16 Crazy fight
Engrossed in contemplation of my recent experiences, I noticed a figure garbed in the distinctive uniform of the revolutionary army approaching.
However, it was the wooden mask he wore that drew my focus,
The masked man's black eyes meeting my own aquamarine
Judging by his deliberate movements, I recognized him as my mentor.
Halting just within arm's reach, we stood in mutual silence within the Training hall for a fleeting moment.
If there were others present in the training hall, they would witness a peculiar sight,
two individuals, each donning distinctive masks and with a noticeable height disparity, engaged in a silent standoff.
With the masked man now in closer proximity, I could discern his slender, almost emaciated frame.
Yet, before I could further assess his appearance, he launched a lightning-fast kick to my gut, catching me off guard with its blinding speed.
BAM
I staggered, momentarily dazed from the impact against the wall, but quickly regained my composure.
With a swift motion, I drew my dagger, poised for the impending clash.
Then, in a flash, the masked man closed the distance between us, brandishing a short sword with menacing intent.
Reacting instinctively, I parried his initial strike, but before I could counter, he seamlessly redirected his blade towards my arms, catching me off guard with his unparalleled speed.
SHIKKK
The sickening sound of flesh rending filled the training hall, mingling with the metallic tang of blood as it oozed from my lacerated arm.
Ignoring the searing pain, I shifted into a defensive stance, my focus unwavering despite the injury.
The masked man's slow footsteps reverberated throughout the hall, a stark reminder of the stakes at hand.
It was as if he was just walking in a park while being bothered by a kid.
With renewed determination, I prepared myself for his next assault.
As he came near my proximity, he lunged towards me once more.
I initially managed to evade his strikes with my daggers, albeit with increasing difficulty.
However, after mere moments, his relentless onslaught became overwhelming, pushing me to the brink of exhaustion and helplessness.
The relentless barrage of the masked man's strikes forced me into a defensive retreat, my movements growing more laboured with each passing moment.
Despite my efforts to evade his attacks, I found myself overwhelmed by the speed and precision of his swordsmanship.
The man's graceful movements were a solemn reminder of the importance of utilising my body's senses to their fullest potential.
However, in the heat of battle, there was little room for reflection as I focused solely on surviving his onslaught.
As cuts and gashes marred my flesh, and blood flowed freely from my wounds, I remained undeterred.
Despite the pain coursing through my body, I remained resolute, refusing to succumb to the physical and emotional toll of the battle.
My pain tolerance is already at a high level due to the constant experiments subjected to me at the laboratory by that gay shit.
With each drop of blood shed, my hunger for strength only grew stronger, fueled by the burning desire for vengeance against the Imperial bastards that tortured and killed my only family members in this life.
In order to get back at those Imperial as$holes, I need to have the strength to crush their skulls and make them experience a worse hell than what they did to Liya and Ron.
As I carefully coated my dagger with my blood, I could feel the weight of my resolve solidifying within me.
SIZZLE
In a matter of moments, my body began to emit a faint sizzle, a precursor to the miraculous regeneration that ensued.
As the warmth spread through the wounds that had marred my flesh,
I could feel the vitality returning to my battered form, my injuries knitting themselves back together with astonishing speed.
The masked man's eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise at the sight, swiftly replaced by a resolute expression as he adjusted his stance.
paying no heed to the man's actions, I took my stance again ready to apply my crazy tactic, which will surely throw me in a world of pain.
It was clear that he now regarded me as a formidable opponent, no longer underestimating the resilience that lay within me.
Undeterred by his intensified stance, I braced myself for the impending clash, drawing upon the newfound strength coursing through my veins.
At first, my instincts screamed for me to abandon caution and rip the man in front of me apart, but I managed to control my savage impulses.
As I calmed myself, I focused on steady breathing, taking deep breaths while pondering the sudden surge in my strength.
Reflecting on my observations over the past months,
I noted that my food consumption had increased significantly, now requiring the intake of ten times the amount of a regular person.
Initially, I attributed this to my body storing energy for regeneration purposes. However, my current situation challenged that assumption.
It seemed that the beast's blood injected into me was immensely powerful, enhancing my physical strength beyond expectation.
But in this moment, my strength pales in comparison to the vast array of techniques and fighting experience possessed by the opponent before me.
Knowing I can't outmatch him in these aspects, I must rely on my regeneration, poison, and my newfound strength to attack the masked man.
While contemplating ways to defeat my adversary, a bold and unconventional concept sprang to mind, driven by my determination to win and empowered by my regeneration.
I wasted no time in putting my plan into action.
I dashed towards the masked man, leaving cracks in my wake, and in an instant, I closed the distance between us.
With unmatched speed, I aimed a decisive slash at his neck, seizing the perfect moment to strike.
The man still dogged my slash after adjusting his body sideways more cautiously, as he had already seen me pouring my poisonous blood into the dagger.
Not giving the man time to think, I threw a punch toward the man's stomach,
With practiced precision, the man effortlessly avoided my punch, as if he already knew the path it would take and my subsequent actions.
Evading my punch, the man retaliated with a powerful kick that launched me into the sand training dummy.
BAM
Eager to end the duel, the man charged at me with full force, his short sword poised to strike my shoulders, poised to draw blood.
With determination, I lunged toward him, brandishing my dagger as if prepared for a direct confrontation.
SHIKK
Upon reaching him, I aimed my dagger at his gut, only to find his short sword already thrusting toward my palms, severing them with precision and causing blood to spill as my dagger fell to the ground.
Ignoring the pain in my severed palms, I attempted to strike the man, but he deftly blocked my punch and his short sword found its mark on my shoulder joints.
The man, confident in his impending victory, unleashed a punch toward my temple, intent on ending the match.
In that split second, a devilish grin crept across my face behind the mask as I hurled the sand from my palms at his mask, momentarily obscuring his vision.
However, the man, a seasoned veteran, was unfazed by such petty tactics of diversion.
He swiftly attempted to retract his short sword to counter my next move,
but I seized the opportunity, tightly gripping the short sword and driving it deeper into my hands through my palm, rendering the masked man unable to retract his weapon.
CHIIK
The sickening sound of steel piercing flesh reverberated through the hall, chilling any who heard it.
A look of disbelief flashed in the masked man's eyes, silently questioning the madness of my actions.
As if saying what the hell is this mothe*r fuc*er doing
Ignoring his incredulous stare, I unleashed my superior strength, stomping on both of the man's feet with a force that cracked bones, eliciting a pained groan from him.
CRACK
As the man bent his knees due to sheer pain,
Without hesitation I drove my head back, smashing my head against his skull, knowing victory hinged on seizing this opportune moment,
BAM
After my headbutt the man got knocked down and I relentlessly started bashing his head, unleashing blow after blow without pause.
The sound of our masks colliding and breaking resonated throughout the hall as blood started to seep from our heads.
However, my focus on subduing the man standing before me remained unwavering.
Thwack
As the echoing thud reverberated through the room, a disconcerting feeling came through my neck.
'What is happening to me?..'
With that final thought swirling in my consciousness, darkness enveloped me, and I succumbed to unconsciousness, leaving the outcome of the battle uncertain.