"No, no, no, actually, I want to fight."
"Then let's fight."
DeMille was in high spirits because of Joe Butran's straightforwardness. He immediately stood up straight and assumed a fighting stance.
The surrounding environment became quiet, and the battle between the two was about to break out.
The breeze was whistling and the leaves were rustling, but Demir suddenly said,
"Would you like to introduce yourself first?"
His face was flushed now, just like a little boy meeting his first love, shy and timid.
But Joe Butron smiled and shook his head.
"Let's talk after the fight."
After saying this, Joet Brown drew out the Yama Sword from his back and swept it across.
The ornament hanging on the end of the handle made a series of crisp sounds with each swing, and the sound was there before the blade arrived.
The air next to the blade was like a stack of white paper, which was cut into pieces by the knife, and even the nearby space was slightly distorted.
Jobtran's face was calm and expressionless, but all of this was hidden by the layers of masks and protective goggles he was wearing.
Jobtran did not use all his strength in this strike. This was just the power of the Yama Blade itself, but it was already so terrifying.
On the other hand, Demir changed his previous playful expression.
His brows were tightly furrowed, like two spears pointing to the sky, and his eyes were as big as copper bells, just to see clearly what Jobtran was doing.
Demir clenched the tail end of the iron pickaxe, which he never left behind, with both hands. His aura rose, as turbulent as the waves and as solid as a rock.
He roared angrily, and the tip of the pickaxe met the blade of the Yama Sword.
"bite!"
This is the crisp sound of metal colliding with each other.
The outcome between the two men was undecided, but the trees near the flat ground suffered.
The collision of the two weapons created a force of energy as powerful as a tornado, spreading from the center of the collision to the surrounding areas.
The energy was like a stone thrown into the center of calm water, spreading out in all directions at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
If you observe the ripples on the water, they are extremely beautiful, but this energy is extremely destructive.
Smaller shrubs were uprooted, while taller trees lost their leaves.
The power of just one strike has already brought this area to signs of autumn ahead of time.
All the trees around had turned into dead trees after losing their leaves in autumn, even the evergreen trees were no exception.
The small creatures that were originally hiding in the trees or tree holes left their caves and fled. Some timid ones were even scared to death in their nests by this energy.
The knuckles of Demir's hands, which were tightly gripping the iron pickaxe, turned white, while Joet Brown, who was holding the Yama Blade in one hand, took a small step back.
The two of them remained motionless, and after a long while, Demir finally shouted,
"handy."
After he finished speaking, Demir coughed dryly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Joet Brown tilted his head and looked at the ruined environment around him. He was a little hesitant, but the desire to fight still drove him.
"Again?"
"Me first."
A simple and clear dialogue, this is a tacit understanding between two belligerents.
Demir put away the pickaxe in his hand, put it on his back and tied it with a rope.
Upon seeing this, Joet Brown understood Demir's intention and put away the Yama Sword which he had just unsheathed.
The Yama Blade trembled in its scabbard, causing a series of buzzing sounds, as if protesting why it didn't kill Demir in front of it, and Joet Brown patted it lightly and whispered,
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you drink blood.
However, it is not the blood of the man in front of me now."
After hearing Joet Brown's comfort, Yama Blade slowly released a small stream of sword energy from the mouth of the scabbard, and then fell into silence.
This small blade of energy did not hurt Joet Brown, but it only made his palm hurt, as if to say,
"Remember this for me."
"Are you ready?"
When Demir saw that Jobtran did not make any move to fight back, he asked loudly.
A fair fight, an open and honest battle, this is interesting, this is the fight between men.
There was no point in bullying those four stupid guys from before, Demir didn't even have the desire to warm up.
"Whatever you want."
Jobtran loosened his hand that was holding the scabbard, and tightened it again.
Upon hearing this, Demir sat down on his knees, forming an almost ninety-degree angle between his calves and thighs.
He let out a low shout, and the aura in his whole body surged. His muscles expanded one by one, and the bones around him made a series of crackling sounds like frying beans.
The blood accelerated under the increased supply of the heart, so much so that steam like a steamer appeared on his body.
His muscles bulged out and he had a terrifying posture like a devil.
"Hah! Take that punch!"
Demir exerted force with his right leg, stomped on the ground hard, and after a bang, he punched in the direction of Jobtran.
If you rely on your naked eyes, you would think Demir is still there.
In fact, after the loud noise, Demir had already come in front of Joet Brown, ready to throw thirty-six consecutive punches!
All that remained was Demir's afterimage.
How could Demir, who was able to go out on a high-star mission alone and return to Miskatonic University safely, be an ordinary person
If he didn't have enough fighting ability, how could he possibly go on adventures alone in so many dangerous places
Joet Brown narrowed his eyes behind his goggles, and his extraordinary dynamic vision only captured DeMille's movement of stepping and leaving his original position.
“So fast!”
Joet Brown exclaimed in his heart. At the same time, in the next moment, he immediately took three steps back quickly and then kicked sideways to the front of him.
Why three steps
This is the distance Joet Brown came up with after calculating Demir's attack range.
This three-step distance will make Demir's punch miss, but his whip kick should be able to hit Demir's fist.
It will be a clash of legs and fists, but also a pure contest of strength.
Joet Brown's whip kick failed to hit Demir's fist as expected, but was blocked by Demir's backhand.
Demir, who temporarily changed his boxing to blocking, did not lose the upper hand. The muscles on his arms were as strong as iron plates, and he firmly caught Jobtran's kick.
As for Joe Butron, he shook twice uncomfortably after swinging his leg.
The force that rebounds to the tibia spreads at the point of collision, and may even cause a certain degree of bruising there.
In this confrontation, I was at a disadvantage.
"Still fighting?"
Jobtran smacked his lips and swung his left leg.
“Fight a little longer.
It’s not satisfying enough.”
Demir licked his lips, he was getting excited.
An opponent like Joet Brown who is almost as strong as me is what I dream of.
When I was out, I would challenge those mythical monsters alone and become stronger without realizing it.
Almost no one in the academy can beat me, let alone anyone who can go back and forth with me for several rounds without losing.
This mysterious man in front of me, wrapped tightly, makes my blood boil. It feels so good.
"If possible, this person could perhaps become a friend?"
An idea came to Demir's mind, but it was quickly forgotten.
"Hey, let's talk after the fight."
Seeing that DeMille looked like he had taken stimulants, Jobtran also became serious.
It has been a long time since I came to Miskatonic University and had a serious fight.
The new weapon also means that he no longer needs to engage in close combat, as his skills are a little rusty.
The long-term sense of superiority made me a little numb, until I met Arthur, which sounded the alarm.
Demir in front of him was obviously a good sparring partner, but it was difficult to make friends with such a person.
Unless, he is defeated!
This time, Joe Butran no longer gave up the initiative to attack, but wanted to take control of the rhythm in his own hands.
A cold light flashed out from the sleeve like a knife blade, like a fish flashing across the water in a lake under the moonlight in the dark night.
It was Joet Brown's five-fingered knife hand, stabbing straight towards Demir's neck.
This sudden attack was blocked as if it had pierced into solid iron or wood. It was only half an inch away from being chopped off, but not even a bit of it could penetrate.
It was DeMille's elbow, pressing hard against Joet Brown's wrist.
Seeing this, Joet Brown shook his wrist and pushed DeMille's elbow.
Demir groaned and was pushed away by Jobtran, with his back hitting a tree.
The bark of the trees exploded and fell like debris from a cannon salute, but Demir grinned.
"Stimulate."
Joe Butran smiled, it seemed that his opinion of DeMille was correct.
Before Demir was ready to launch his attack, he felt a flash before his eyes.
That’s right, what followed was a violent attack from Jobtran.
Whether it was punching, kicking, elbowing or kneeing, DeMille's fighting rhythm was completely controlled by Jobtran.
The loss of battle rhythm made Demir realize that he could only take a beating. The only way to break the current deadlock was to admit defeat or find Joet Brown's flaw while being beaten.
How could Jobtran easily let DeMille find the flaw? He had calculated it step by step.
First, use your elbow to knock Demir from below into the air. As long as he hasn't landed on the ground, Demir can only block his attack with small-scale movements.
Continuous crackling sounds came from the woods. Some contestants who passed by here didn't dare to get close after hearing how fierce the battle was.
Some people who wanted to get a bargain hid in the dark secretly.
Jobtran glanced around and naturally noticed the uninvited guests in the forest.
He stopped his violent attack, took a few steps back, and said softly,
"A guest is coming, are you still going to fight?"
Demir sighed and rubbed his swollen face.
"No more fighting, let's get the guests out first."
"OK."
The two of them walked in different directions tacitly, and then screams continued in the forest, one after another, and at the same time, bursts of teleportation lights appeared one after another.
After the forest returned to silence, the two men walked out of the forest and looked at each other.
"You're not going to fight anymore?"
“No more fighting.
Did you come up with that move yourself? "
Demir recalled the process of being beaten after he was knocked away, and asked Jobtran curiously.
"No,
That was my mentor’s trick.”
Joet Brown answered frankly.
“Which instructor is so proficient in martial arts
Why haven’t I heard of it?”
Demir continued to ask in confusion. During his college years, he visited all the professors one by one.
“Department of Mystical Knowledge Studies, Professor Arnold.
It's normal that you don't know each other since you have been away for a long time.
He’s only been here about a year.”
Joet Brown spread his hands.
"So he's a pervert who studies occult knowledge..."
DeMille glanced at Joet Brown.
"My name is Demir. What's your name?"
"Jobbert G. Rossat."
“Tsk tsk tsk, the rumored dark horse is you.
I'm convinced. You have some real skills.
"Huh? Huh? Huh? That's not right, why don't you use magic?"
Demir suddenly remembered that as a student of occult knowledge research, Jobtran should be a long-range attacker proficient in spells.
"If I use magic, wouldn't that be bullying you?"
Joe Butran laughed unhappily.
"I'll use the magician's hand to disturb you first, and then cast four or five gravity and binding spells on you. Do you want to try it?"
Demir scratched his head.
"It does seem a bit bullying, but my magic resistance is very high, so your spells may not be effective on me."
"oh?"
Joet Brown took off his goggles.
“Look me in the eyes.”
Demir looked over subconsciously, but secretly cried out in his heart,
"It's over. We've fallen into a trap."
He saw Jobtran's red pupils, and in those eyes was endless darkness, blood, and fire.
It was a place that was both cold and hot.
The flames did not bring light, but instead burned brightly with the help of something indescribable in the darkness.
Bursts of obscene mutterings appeared in my ears, bringing with them a feeling of uneasiness and trance-like depression.
In the center of the fire and cold, stood a man.
The figure was familiar, but it was not Joet Brown who was supposed to be standing in front of him.
Oh, no, that's my own shadow.
The body in extreme cold is unable to move, but the body in scorching heat is burned into ashes.
"Ahem, ahem, that's about it."
A cough brought him back to reality. The breeze was still blowing through the woods, and the fallen leaves on the ground rustled in the wind.
Joet Brown brought back his goggles and said,
"Just now you stood there stupidly for three minutes.
In three minutes, I can cut off your head with a knife, strip you naked and hang you on a tree, or even smash your ID card.
However, I was surprised that you could hold on for so long."
Demir shuddered.
"You win."
"Yes, I know."
"Then I will automatically withdraw."
Demir realized that it would be difficult for him to defeat the man in front of him, and said with some dismay.
"Well, Demir, let's form an alliance."
Joet Brown said happily.
"Oh, okay, I'll crush the ID card now."
Demir seemed not to have heard what Joe Butran said, and reached for his ID card.
When Joet Brown saw this, he immediately slapped him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
A slap woke Demir up.
"I say, let's form an alliance."
“Ohh, alliance.
Oh? Oh?!
Alliance???"