Black Fist, Heavenly Army

“What kind of guy are you?”

“….”

Silence.

I thought I recognized the voice.

We fought without a word.

“Well, words aren’t necessary, I suppose.”

Pacheon-gun confronted me.

A black fist swung.

Magical Power-infused fist clashed with [Slash].

Clang!

The sword vibrated intensely upon impact.

I almost lost my grip on the sword from the shock of the punch.

As I tried to hold on tighter, my body was pushed back.

Pacheon-gun was too.

Though he was pushed back a little less than Americano.

That’s a shame.

It makes it seem like I’m weaker.

‘I am weaker, though.’

That’s why there’s a reward in winning.

Honestly, killing the Demonic Cultists on the ground was fun at first, but it quickly became bland.

“This is… I see.”

Pacheon-gun seemed to have felt something from the previous blow, a smile spreading across his face.

“I see. So you’re Anonymous. You caught Lord Kobold around here. So this was your stomping ground.”

The northern hunting grounds.

I had caught the Mountain King Lord Kobold there.

Oh.

‘If that’s true, then it really is me.’

Judging by his reaction, thankfully, the fact that Anonymous is Americano hasn’t been revealed.

Relieved by that fact, I charged in again, sword and fist clashing.

“Your strength is lacking!”

“Keuh..?!”

Yes, my strength was lacking.

I hadn’t invested much in the [Strength] stat.

I have 75 unallocated points.

I gained an additional 55 points this time by [Enhancement]-ing [Geass].

Invest them?

No, not yet.

It’s a waste to invest in [Strength].

Clang!

Clang clang!

Black fist.

[Slash]

Collision.

Clang!!

“Keuh..!”

The amount of shock transmitted from the sword was more than expected.

My arm was numb.

The shock flowed through the sword and into my arm, just like when I hit the [Ultra Iron Golem] with my sword.

But the shock was even greater than with that Golem, thanks to the Skill effect caused by that black fist.

‘It’s tough!’

“Hahaha! Is that all you’ve got to try and face me!”

He’s strong.

We haven’t clashed many times, but he’s stronger than when I faced Skilla and Nabi together.

‘So he wasn’t going all out back then..!’

Pacheon-gun extended his black fist.

Americano spun her body around.

Leaving behind a [Phantom Sword].

[Phantom Sword]

[Slash]

Cutting the side of the black fist.

The sword and [Phantom Sword] aimed for Pacheon-gun’s forearm from both sides like scissors.

The fewer the number of [Phantom Sword]s, the stronger their intensity.

Clang!

But,

The [Phantom Sword] failed to penetrate the skin and shattered.

[Slash] did penetrate, but,

“Weak.”

It lodged in the muscle.

It didn’t come out.

I abandoned the sword.

Backstepped with [Leap].

Took out a new sword from my Inventory.

“What’s with that arm.”

It’s tougher than steel.

Compared to the [Ultra Iron Golem], it seems like I could cut it with [Slash], but the fact that it’s being compared to that Golem is absurd.

Can a normal human do that?

‘Is he an Awakener?’

That’s what I was starting to think.

“If you’re not coming, I’ll come to you.”

Pacheon-gun lowered his upper body.

He ran.

Closing the distance in an instant.

I tried to backstep and evade.

At that moment.

───Whoosh.

My body was sucked in.

“…?!”

“I call this the Ink Wheel Fist.”

Pacheon-gun’s fist left afterimages as if painting the air with ink, creating a pulling force.

My body was dragged in.

The fist was unleashed.

I raised my guard.

I flew away.

Bouncing off the floor like a ball.

I only stopped when I hit the wall.

“Keuh…”

‘What was that just now.’

I clutched my chest.

The impact was weaker than before.

Still hurts though..!

Damn it..!

‘Ink Wheel Fist, was it?’

It seems to be a weaker attack that creates a pulling force instead.

Just as I was clutching my chest.

A chill ran down my spine.

I remembered the frog.

“Are you okay?”

‘Ugh…’

I raised my arm to guard, but I couldn’t completely block the impact.

Thankfully the frog… no, Cappuccino? Cappuccino was thankfully unharmed.

“You get out.”

‘Ribbit…’

I took Cappuccino out from inside my uniform and lightly tossed him nearby.

“Cough cough.”

His trachea was startled, and he coughed.

[Ready Posture]

I reorganized my battle stance once again.

“Is this all you’ve got!!”

Ink Wheel Fist.

Heavenly Destruction Fist.

Pacheon-gun threw punches.

Americano swung her sword and created [Phantom Sword]s, aiming for Pacheon-gun’s openings.

He recklessly threw punches as if he was careless, so I aimed for the punches themselves.

He was getting cut, little by little.

The black fist also had more and more wounds.

Pacheon-gun seemed to know this, and he gradually changed his posture of punching and defending.

Still, he fearlessly threw punches.

Sword and fist collided.

Clang!!!

Already dozens of times.

Hundreds of exchanges had passed.

Usually, the sword wins.

Bare hands versus a steel sword.

It was an obvious match.

Rather, it was amazing that the bare hands had endured the sword until now.

Was it called martial arts?

If I were to assume he had trained in external martial arts, Pacheon-gun extended his black fist.

Even though it was covered in wounds, he didn’t hesitate to extend his fist.

Rather, Americano hesitated slightly when raising her sword.

Clang!

The sword broke.

I immediately took out a new sword.

I tried to take it out.

“Not a chance!”

“Keuh..!”

Bang! The ink-stained fist dragged Americano in.

Before I could even take out a sword from my Inventory, the black fist reached her.

I raised my guard to defend.

[Enhancement]-ed it.

Bang!

It wasn’t the sound of bare flesh against bare flesh.

Just as I was about to be punched and sent flying,

Ink Wheel.

Ink Wheel Rotation.

Pacheon-gun recited the Skill name as if wanting me to hear it.

Americano’s body, which was about to be swept away by the impact of the punch, stopped in mid-air.

I was being pulled in.

The fist was coming.

Guard.

Bang!

“You’re quite sturdy!!”

“….”

They say that when you get too angry, you become calm instead.

Americano coldly sought a solution.

If I can’t take out a sword,

‘I have fists too!’

But my strength is lacking.

If I faced the black fist head-on, it was obvious that my arm would break.

Should I use electricity?

Should I use lightning?

That’s wrong.

‘That would reveal Anonymous’s identity.’

That would be a waste.

I finally got the Anonymous mask, it would be a waste not to use it.

Above all, I haven’t run out of options yet.

Bang!

The black fist flew in.

Bang!

No more.

I barely managed to take three consecutive hits.

I can’t take any more.

[Heal]

I restored my body and shone my eyes.

If my fist is weak, I just have to make it stronger.

“Heater!!!”

I shouted to Cappuccino.

With the [Telepathy] of the [Ring of Contract], this one word was enough.

Americano cast [Heal] on her arm and punched the black fist.

I applied [Enhancement] as strongly as possible to prevent it from breaking.

Bang!

Her fist was unilaterally repelled.

It was the difference in [Strength].

“Keuh..!”

“…Interesting.”

The black fist froze.

Huh?

‘I didn’t think it would freeze.’

[Nine Yin Severed Meridians: Enhancement]

The curse that adds Chill to Magical Power and is always full.

The exposed Chill freezes Magical Power.

The [Enhancement]-ed Chill froze the Magical Power of the Ink Wheel Fist.

I couldn’t recall the detailed principle with my excited mind.

I’m just thoroughly using the phenomenon that appeared before my eyes.

[Heal]

[Bless]

Holy power dwells in both fists.

As I cast Divinity strongly, the wasted Magical Power flickered like Chill.

I kicked off the ground and shot out my fist.

The black fist intercepted.

Bang!

“….”

“….”

He has a look of many thoughts.

Heater.

Magic.

It started to overheat.

Cappuccino understood her intention and created magic even more strongly.

[Heal] and [Bless] were cast strongly to cool it down.

And [Enhancement] was also cast strongly.

The Magical Power of [Nine Yin Severed Meridians] is endless.

I squeezed out Magical Power as much as possible to make my fist stronger.

Pacheon-gun,

“…!”

Evaded for the first time.

“Ha! Evade?! Coward!!”

I had long forgotten about hiding my voice.

Americano matched her fist against the black fist.

Bang.

‘Ah, it’s gotten weaker.’

Frost flowers bloomed on the black skin of the black fist.

“Ink Wheel Fist, was it?”

Certainly, it was difficult to imitate it.

But,

“Is this how you use it?”

[Ink Wheel Fist]

The bait of Magical Power dyes the fist.

“What?!”

“I learned something fun!”

The mysteries of [Ink Wheel Fist] pulled Pacheon-gun in.

[Leap]-ing, I collided with him.

Pacheon-gun couldn’t evade as he entered the pulling range of [Ink Wheel].

Gathering both hands, I created a ring of [Ink Wheel], and it felt like my fist would bend.

This is a parrying technique in the [Ink Wheel Fist] version.

But would that,

‘Work!’

I’m already using [Ink Wheel Fist] too.

I’ve grasped the principle of the technique.

I broke through the [Ink Wheel Ring].

The fist full of Chill froze and shattered the Magical Power of [Ink Wheel], penetrating through.

Just by seeing the [Ink Wheel] freeze, I could intuitively tell that it could be broken through.

Passing through the [Ink Wheel Ring], I planted my fist into Pacheon-gun’s solar plexus.

This was due to Pacheon-gun’s carelessness, thinking that his technique would work.

“You’re arrogant.”

You should have predicted that a technique that had already been grasped would be broken through.

‘That’s why I don’t like bragging about being strong.’

Confidence in a technique.

That kind of thing can be broken through at any time.

“Keueu..!”

Pacheon-gun clutched his chest.

He was groaning.

Could he not breathe?

“Could it be, cough, that it would be this much. Is your level really 30?”

“So?”

“Tsk tsk.”

Pacheon-gun laughed.

“Little Heavenly Demon was right. Level is just fertilizer. It’s not all about raising your level, cough.”

“Didn’t I tell you that?”

The woman who had been standing indifferently behind Pacheon-gun said bluntly.

She tapped her smartphone and clicked.

She took a picture of Americano.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

My heart was beating.

I don’t have the luxury to listen to their story.

Overheating has started, and I started cooling down.

When it reaches a certain temperature, ignition occurs.

Whoosh.

Flames bloomed from Americano’s body.

Even if I cooled my body with [Nine Yin Severed Meridians], ignition occurred in every corner that the Chill couldn’t reach.

[Heal]

[Heal]

[Heal]

I recovered even more strongly.

Hot wind and cold wind swirled together.

Dust and dirt were pushed away, centered around her.

I kicked off the ground.

“Like a monster.”

Pacheon-gun rotated his black fist and showed off a new attack technique.

It wasn’t [Ink Wheel].

‘I grasped that too..!’

It’s a technique he used on Skilla.

It’s something he used several times just now.

[Heavenly Destruction Fist]

Fist against fist.

The power of expansion collided.

The floor was shattered, and cracks even appeared in the wall.

Americano’s [Heavenly Destruction Fist], which poured out a large amount of Magical Power to overheat and cool down her body, froze all the Magical Power that touched that fist.

Before Pacheon-gun’s [Heavenly Destruction Fist] could even touch, it froze, stripping away even the steel skin that was wrapped around his body.

The shockwave flowed unilaterally, and the cracks only extended towards Pacheon-gun.

Pacheon-gun flew away without even being able to support his body.

Americano grabbed him with [Ink Wheel Fist] and pulled him in.

But only dust came along.

Pacheon-gun’s figure scattered into Polygon pieces in mid-air.

He died.

I killed him.

I clenched my fist.

“Serves you right!!!!!!”

Was it because one battle had ended?

“Phew..!”

I exhaled the breath I had been holding in.

My body was now an uncontrollable storm train.

I can’t put out the fire.

I can’t stop the cooling.

‘If I do, I’ll die..!’

The fire was gnawing at her body.

[Heal] restored her body.

It hurts.

It stings.

It’s painful.

It hurts!

Kuaaaaaak!!!!

I forgot the pain by punching the wall.

I gritted my teeth and didn’t die.

There’s still the Dungeon boss left.

“Impressive.”

No, it wasn’t.

“I’ve become interested in you.”

That woman was also there.

She gestured.

“Come.”

Cold sweat evaporated.

What is it about her that makes her so confident?

‘I’ll know if I fight her.’

My clothes were burning and freezing repeatedly, barely hiding my identity.

Should I run away?

Or should I kill her?

She chose the latter.