The Villain's Story

The students didn't understand it much.

Where are all the skills?

Where are all the flashy skills that use mana?

Why are you fighting with no weapons?

*Bam!*

They, who were born in an era where nearly everything was easy, wouldn't understand.

They were taught to wield swords, weapons that can conduct mana better.

*Bam!*

"Cough!"

In the era they were born in, martial arts which were not in the form of skills or martial techniques in their system were foreign to them...

But to them, it was foreign.

Not to the instructors, who were of the era before them.

*Thwack!*

Unlike the student, they had some knowledge of Martial art bouts.

The instructor in charge of Alan And Lucas got close to them to observe the fight carefully.

He still kept some distance, but the amount of distance for this and the distance he would be at for other duels was incomparable.

No man would willingly be close in a fight between two awakened who used skills to the max!

*Bam*

The fight continued.

Alan used his elbows and knees along with powerful kicks, whilst Lucas showed agile footwork and headwork along with a variety of punches.

Hooks, Jabs, Uppercut, everything he knew he tried.

He got some hits in...but most of his focus was on dodging those deadly strikes shown by Alan.

*Bam!*

Most of his punches would be met with arms harder than steel possessed by Alan Peccator.

And his strikes injured him more than they injured Alan.

"You've gotten better at fighting."

Alan said whilst he continued to pressure Lucas into a corner

Lucas didn't let anything get to him, his focus was at maximum capacity.

"Not taking huh?

how about this?!"

But suddenly, Alan got on the ground and Sweeped Lucas off his feet.

*Thud*

Lucas fell to the ground and retreated as fast as he could but Alan would just not give him a break.

An axe kick made its way toward his head, and Lucas dodged it by rolling to the side, he tried to get up but was tackled by the monster that was Alan.

He was now on the ground, with Alan on top of him, laying out punch and punch.

Lucas raised his arms and blocked as many as he could...yet.

*Crack!*

Under the sheer force of Alan's punches, his arms, enhanced with the attributes of Metal and Earth we're breaking.

The pain in his Arms was increasing, Lucas raised his legs, which Alan had failed to lock up high, and grabbed Alan's neck with them.

This degree of flexibility was the flexibility he trained for months for.

Drinking countless potions to team his ripped muscles.

He threw Alan off of him with his legs, stood up, and charged at the fallen-down Alan.

He low-kicked him in the face, and now he was on top of Alan.

*Bam!Bam!*

Punch after punch, punch after punch.

Keep punching until breaks...but why?

'Why does it feel like I'm hitting steel?!'

Lucas thought as he continued Punching Alan, who raised his arms in defense.

Each punch was ruining his fists.

Even though they were enhanced, each punch wrecked his fists more.

And as he endured the pain, Alan grabbed one fist and flung him off so easily it was as if Lucas had no weight.

Lucas hurriedly got up, And now he and Alan were face to face again.

Lucas approached Alan and launched a flurry of punches, all of which Alan blocked...but at the final punch.

He pushed his elbow into it.

*Crack!*

And now the left hand of Lucid had a crackle finger.

He shrugged off the pain and continued with his punches.

Alan blocked each of them, and when Lucas had slowed down, he began his attack.

Elbow and Knees, two of the hardest bones in the body, and when belonged to the monster that was Alan Peccator.

A body harder than steel, built like a truck, and made one wonder if it was human.

He had clothes on, so it didn't really strike out as much, but Lucas had seen him train shirtless, he knew how ripped he was under the clothes he put on.

And that was why he was so focused on dodging.

Just one of those hits was deadly enough to break bones.

*Bam!*

Just the sound of those punches striking the air was unpleasant and terrifying to Lucas's ears.

'I'll catch that elbow and throw him.'

Lucas thought as he saw an elbow coming straight for his face.

He prepared his hand, ready to catch it and throw Alan...until he felt a very...very...intense pain in his side.

*BAM!**CRACK!*

...with all the focus he had put on the elbow and throwing Alan off...he had failed to take in Alan's legs.

The elbow was feint...the true threat was the Legs.

The left leg...had moved in so swiftly and attacked the one area that immobilized him.

His liver was decimated.

The kick had destroyed his ribs and attacked his liver, decimating it.

*Cough!*

Lucas fell to his knees as he coughed up blood.

He tried his best...to stand yet his body did not listen.

The chills over his body, the pain in his liver.

....he couldn't stand up.

'Get Up Get Up GET UP!'

He screamed within his mind yet his body could not do it.

A kick to the liver completely immobilized him.

It was his lack of focus on Alan's lower body that marked his defeat.

"You did good, much better than previously when you usually charged in blindly."

He heard Alan speak, and he still tried to get up...and failed yet again.

"Train more Lucas, You're getting better every day."

Train more?

He already destroys his body every day just to compete with this monster.

But train more?

How much more?

Until he cannot move every day?

Is that how much I should train?!

But his thoughts would be interrupted.

"This was a good fight!"

Those were the last words he heard as he tried to raise his head.

But he fell unconscious the next second, with his head slammed into the ground below by another kick.

Lucas lost, and Alan won.