EVEN GODS BLEED {edited}

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Ken was gone.

Death Bringer's instincts were buzzing as if alerting him of danger.

Fixing his vision, he saw Ken running in circles around him; he was fast but still not fast enough to be unseen by the human eye. 

Death Bringer aimed at Ken and launched an attack, only for it to miss due to the speed Ken was moving.

Stretching his hands for another, he missed again, and as he was about to bring back his overly stretched hands to their normal form, Ken quickly turned directions and grabbed hold, holding their arms and launching himself back in Death Bringer's direction out of their assist. 

Death Bringer, seeing Ken on his now shrinking hands was stunned; moving his arms to the side with incredible speeds, causing Ken to fall off, landing on the ground as momentum caused him to be dragged by his feet, balancing himself and standing upright with quick motion.

He then quickly took a stance he had never taken before.

This change in nature surprised Death Bringer because Ken's new stance seemed as if Ken was proficient, as if he had gained some type of experience. 

Two minutes ago, Ken seemed to be fighting like a beginner martial artist, but now it seemed like he had become an intermediate level.

Unknown to Death Bringer, this was simply because Ken's template fusion had increased by a whopping 13%, changing the total percentage to 16%.

This was one of the reasons Ken was laughing earlier;

He didn't fully understand how template fusion worked, but after it increased in percentage, new combat techniques and skills were implanted into his brain instantly, as if he had done them for decades. 

His cursed energy reserves had risen by a liter, and his speed and strength had drastically improved while using cursed energy to cover his body, hence why he seemed to be faster; this was simply because he was.

Ken then dashed at Death Bringer with impactful speeds, but Death Bringer didn't seem fazed or frightened.

This was a man who had killed dozens, how could he be afraid of a child? He then attacked the child that was dashing towards him, but Ken, as if he were a skilled boxer, moved his head to the side while still maintaining his pending speed.

"I understand," he said, as he grabbed onto the arm once more, making Death Bringer move his momentum once again, trying to launch Ken to the side, only for him to realize that Ken was gone. 

Turning his gaze to the side, he saw a scissor moving towards him at incredible speeds.

Then, Death Bringer's arms instantly went back to normal as he hardened his skin, causing the scissors to bounce off it.

"I understand," Ken continued;

He was now behind Death Bringer, close to his shoulder.

Death Bringer smiled in response and launched a quick attack from behind while turning his body to increase its speed, expending his hands in the process as they ripped through the wind in the direction of Ken.

Ken only dodged downward, resulting in the hand missing him by two feet, but then, Death Bringer felt a slight pain in his chest;

It seemed that for the first time, a scissor had stabbed him mysteriously, causing his chest to release overflowing blood. 

The crowd watching, couldn't help but stop their ongoing pursuit, their eyes gazing below with expressions of disbelief.

The only question they were asking themselves was one: 'Was Death Bringer losing?'

This was understandable, for they had always seen Death Bringer fight, he had never lost, not even once; they had never even seen him bleed, and yet, the man who seemed seemingly indestructible bled.

"Even Gods bleed," Ken said as if knowing what the crowd had in their thoughts, as he dashed once again without stop. 

Death Bringer realized that Ken had already grasped the applications of his ability; he concluded that now would be a good time to only focus on defense, and then he smiled as he looked back.

It seemed his instincts were right;

It seemed that Ken had tricked him by running to his direction because the real attack was coming from behind. 

The scissor that was flying behind him, once again bounced off him effortlessly, but as he turned back to look at the once-running Ken,

he was already too close, launching an attack at an area most would deem taboo or disgraceful; his two-pointed dagger was painting and launching in the direction of the testicles, and before Death Bringer could prevent the attack from happening, the sharp blades of the scissors had already arrived, stabbing his productive balls.

Death Bringer kneeled in pain, yet Ken did not stop; for as the blades were inserted in the thin sheet of skin, he swiped, cutting off the testicles completely. 

Even the male audience could feel the man's pain, but Ken as if in a frenzy, stabbed at the same spot once more, stabbing the underground opening, creating new hole man made.

Death Bringer was in too much pain to try to attack or struggle; he could only scream in terror.

Ken, taking his hand and putting it inside of Death Bringer's screaming mouth, pulling down the lower jaw

And with his other hand, taking out the scissor that was once stabbed into Death Bringer's chest, positioning it in a stabbing position,

and inserting it inside of Death Bringer's left opened eye, twisting its blades to make a hole, leaving the scissor still embedded inside.

On the left pocket of his coat,

he quickly took out another pair of scissors and stabbed them into Death Bringer's right eye, completely blinding him in the process. 

Lifting his feet and stamping on Death Bringer's chest, he launched himself backward and made some distance.

Standing up, he now watched as Death Bringer cried in pain.

Ken had created four large holes in the man's body, three of which were in the man's weak points.

The once fat, indestructible man was now crying like a newlyborn baby. 

Ken, looking at his now fully bloodied hands, knew that this wasn't over, for this was the Gauntlet, a place without escape;

The only way to walk out of battle was if you won or you died, and Ken had already done enough work to ensure the fat man in front of him would die.

Looking at his now-blooded fingers, Ken simply raised the middle, and with the blood that was on it, he drew a smile over the mask he was wearing, turning his gaze to the crowd that stood above

Everyone could see him, his beautiful figure, one that some might mistake to resemble that of an angel, but those dark red wide-opened eyes spoke words of difference.

Standing there facing them, they didn't blink, nor did they move, nor did they slumber;

They were just.

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