The Fat God System

Chapter 204: Choke

Hugh held the supposed sharp blade in his hands. He used his armor on his palm to make it much more sturdier than it already was.

The chosen flinched as he saw his sword get gripped by Hugh. He thought that he would only face against measly little soldiers in this little assignment, but it seemed that there were people capable like Hugh.

There was no one in their records about someone being able to do this. As far as they knew, there was no platoon leader who could catch a blade with his hand.

There was certainly no one who could have posed a threat against their plans. This was only supposed to be a routine fight against some normal soldiers.

Now, they realize that they had to fight against two capable people. Hugh was hard enough to deal with, but there was also someone with him that posed a deeper threat.

The guard was single-handedly occupying the two chosen people by himslef. This was a feat that no one would have thought, especially since the guard was a simple human.

His movements were fluid and he knew how to dance around against the chosen. He was playing around with them, making sure that their magic cold not touch him.

Hugh smiled as he saw that. He had underestimated the guard, and it looked like he should be advancing with his plans much faster than he thought.

Hugh pulled the sword away from the chosen. His grip was tight, and he was able to yank it away from him. The chosen was helpless with his sword against Hugh's enormous strength.

Then, Hugh threw away the sword away from both of the and caught the chosen's neck. However, Hugh was surprised to see the chosen dodge away from his attack.

The man barely slipped away from Hugh's grip. He backed away and raised his hand against Hugh. In his hands flowed a bright red light.

Blood started to pour out of his hands and rained upon Hugh. He did not expect that he would have to resort to this move.

Hugh could not completely dodge away from the rain of blood. The best thing he could do was prevent the blood from reaching into any of his orifices.

However, he did not know that this would not help against the blood. The blood started to be absorbed in Hugh's skin and circulate in his body.

Hugh immediately felt the effects as his heart started to beat abnormally. It resonated with like a drum beating directly on his chest.

He gasped, as the air on his lungs started to become thinner and thinner. His body reacted as he grabbed his chest and looked at the chosen.

The chosen had a wicked smile as he looked at Hugh. He was worried about Hugh's strength for a second there, but he was no match against his blood.

In the end, Hugh would fall just like any other enemies he had faced against. There would be no difference against him and the corpses buried in his wake.

However, he watched as Hugh's hunched body suddenly become more normal. He straightened his back and massaged his neck like nothing had happened.

"What?" the chosen said. "How is this possible?"

Hugh started to breath normally again. The thing that was supposed to be impossible, was possible fro someone like Hugh.

His own self defenses was stronger than the overall blood that started to invade his body. It was like a cockroach inside the den of lions.

Although Hugh was inconvenienced one time, the blood was quickly exterminated soon after. The chosen had never seen anyone recover like him.

"My turn," Hugh said as he cracked his neck and looked at the chosen dead in the eyes.

The chosen could not help but flinch and take a step back. For some reason, he could not help but fear the expression in Hugh's face.

This felt like he was being hunted down by the apex predator. However, that could not be possible. Not now, not ever.

Hugh was a nobody. He was a measly little soldier in an army, yet Hugh had the strength of a monster. He would have thought that Hugh was a chosen if not for the fact that he did not see Hugh use any powers.

Little did he know that this was barely the tip of Hugh's powers. He barely even used his armor to protect himself. Of course, the transformation was something that was out of his imagination.

Hugh used his armor on his legs and accelerators towards the chosen. His image disappeared and appeared directly behind the chosen.

The chosen did not see Hugh move, and only saw him disappear. Then, he suddenly felt a chill in his back as he turned around.

However, it was a little bit too late. Hugh grabbed the chosen's neck and gripped it tight. With a tight grasp on the chosen, he lifted the chosen out of the ground.

The chosen struggled to breath as his trachea was being strangled to death. He used both of his hands to pry Hugh's hands away from his neck, but it was to no avail.

Hugh's strength was far too strong. His arms and legs flailed, but Hugh kept a tight leash on him. Hugh smiled.

"How does your medicine taste like?" Hugh asked.

This was the same side effect that the chosen had given Hugh. However, the duration and effect of both was vastly different.

Of course, to Hugh, it was all the same. If someone wronged him, then he would bring it back to them double fold.

Hugh raised his other hand and started to slap the chosen's cheeks. The man could not help but take the humiliation that was given to him.

The attack was strong and brutal, leaving red indentation marks on the chosen's cheeks. Coupled with the humiliation and the choking, the chosen was being tortured.

"Tell me," Hugh whispered in the chosen's ears. "Why is the Shark Loan acting against the Cheroque army?"

The chosen's eyes widened as he heard Hugh mention the name of their organization. He was confident that the army did not know their hand in this, but Hugh seemed to know if.

He was supposed to have a poker face, but Hugh's question came far too fast and too accurate. Hugh could see the truth hidden on the chosen's face.

"I know I'm right," Hugh uttered. Then, he punched the chosen's nose and broke it until it bled profusely. "Now, tell me."

The chosen was supposed to be a being who would never snitch on his organization. He was supposed to endure the torture, but he was never trained for this.

As a chosen, everything in life was on easy mode for him. He never had to work hard about the things that he wanted, and everything fell into his lap.

Torture, nobody had the courage to do that to him. Because of that, he was more susceptible to Hugh's torture.

"I'll never tell," the chosen uttered. However, Hugh could see that he was nearing his limits.

If Hugh pushed the chosen a little bit more, then he would be able to crack the man wide open. Then, the Shark Loan's secrets would be spilled onto him.

*CRACK* *CRACK*

Two distinct cracks sounded out, and Hugh heard it loud and clear. When he looked around, he suddenly saw the guard with the two chosen people's neck in his hands.

The chosen's neck were bent in a way that was impossible to do if they were alive. The guard had killed them.

Hugh frowned. He never thought that the guard was this capable. He had underestimated the guard too much, and it seemed that occupying two chosen people was easy for him.

The guard threw the corpses of the chosen away and it landed lifeless lay in the ground where they would rot for all eternity.

"What are you doing?" the guard asked as he looked at Hugh.

The guard looked at Hugh and saw that Hugh was on the ground with a blood flowing out of his mouth. The chosen was holding his neck and coughing to he side.

Hugh acted quickly and separated himself from the chosen. He did not want to show his capability to the guard.

So, he pretended that the chosen had beaten him and left him to this state. This way, the guard would not know about his real strength.

"Fine, I'll kill him," the guard said as he charged towards the last chosen.

The chosen had just recovered from having his neck strangled from Hugh's abnormally strong hands. Now, another monster who could defeat two chosen people at the same time was coming after him.

The guard raised his fist and punched it towards the chosen. However, the chosen did not move away and just smiled at the guard.

Both the guard and Hugh was taken aback by the reaction of the chosen. However, the guard did not take this into mind as he continued to punch the chosen.

"Hahahaha. They must be attacking them by now," the chosen whispered.