Chapter 62: Arshella
Butcher Demon
As I stood there in front of the panther woman with pale lips trying to formulate a theory like that, I heard a loud voice from nearby. Itâs a voice Iâve heard before.
When I turned my head towards it, I saw an elf girl â her name was revealed to be Tiriel from the exchange with Ferris and the others a few days ago â and a dragon lady named Arshella. Apparently, both of them were participating in this battle training.
Arshella is pointing at me and saying something.
The elf girl Tiriel is standing next to her, trying desperately to calm her down, but Arshella wonât stop. She walked up next to me with anger in her eyes and thrust her spear at the panther woman.
âãââ»â âãâï¼!â
I donât know what sheâ talking about, but anyway, sheâs really angry.
Iâm pretty sure she has a problem with me for what I did the other day. I stripped her completely in front of the whole school. And the tip of my butcher lance pushed open her crack a little bit, actually. It was so close.
The demon officer stepped forward and tried to calm Arshella down, but in the end, she turned around with a loud sigh. He put his hand on my shoulder.
ãThe first one to win gets the prey. The winner gets the right to do whatever they want with their prey. You may injure her, but do not kill her.ã
So thatâs it.
Arshella, you want to get back at me, arenât you?
The demon officer retreated, and seeing this, Arshella smiled grimly and distanced herself from me.
The way she holds her spear is majestic and elegant. She must be an expert.
Itâs a majestic spear.
It was finely crafted, with a brilliantly shining blade pointing at me, on the end of a handle resembling a dragon wrapped around it.
I looked at Tiriel to see if she would be willing to stop me for the sake of her part-time colleagues, but she covered her face with her handsâ¦â¦. It looks impossible.
I had no choice but to pull out the butcher knife from my back.
The tip of the huge butcher knife made a dull thud as it plunged into the ground.
At almost the same time, the ground exploded right in front of my eyes.
Arshella plunges forward like a released arrow.
Hey, youâre too fast!
I hurriedly used my Butcher Knife as a shield, but immediately afterward I felt a tremendous impact and my feet skidded on the floor.
âThat was amazing!
Iâve been hit by a 50mm anti-tank gun once before, but this impact is comparable to that. My bones were shattered.
From there, Arshellaâs onslaught begins.
She unleashed her superb spearmanship at me, but I also showed my knife skills and took the brunt of Arshellaâs barrage.
Arshella swung her spear, and I parried.
We slashed at each other for several rounds, feet planted on the ground.
The air around us distorted with every clash between our attacks.
The smell of burning metal.
A groan escaped from the surrounding aliens.
Tiriel stared at us frowning, and the demon officer crossed his arms in amusement as he watched.
Sometimes, Arshella would attack me relentlessly with her tail, sharp kicks, and desperate lunges.
She had a devilish look on her face, and a dense, deadly air trailed from the tip of the spear she was wielding.
â¦â¦..Youâre going to kill me by claiming this was an accident, arenât you?
Bang! With a rumbling sound, the two clashed and sparks flew.
The two sides engaged in a brutal sparring match.
The look in Arshellaâs eyes is that of someone who is looking to avenge a dead parent.
If youâre this mad at me, did Iâ¦..
Did I deflower you?
The other day, my memory is a little hazy, but you ended up having two holes, right?
Iâm sure I tried to enter the lower hole, but I thought I felt a familiar sensation when I did.
Did I break it, by any chance? Arshella?
Arshella responded to my silent question with a kick.
I get some distance and slash her again.
She deflected my knife and countered with a sudden thrust using only her upper body as a spring, which grazed my neck by a hair.
I manage to extend my arm to catch Arshella, but she quickly escapes out of my grasp. Itâs a smart move that keeps her from swinging too hard and keeps her wary of my monstrous strength.
But still, youâre at a huge disadvantage. You can hurt me, I could kill you.
My unrestrained attacks all carry a deadly power.
Iâm forced to go easy on her, but that doesnât mean I will be able to push back the pressure from Arshella.
She is so strong that I cannot go easy on her in order to control her.
After all, I canât touch Arshella.
She, on the other hand, can do whatever she wants.
Patience is patience. I continue to take it patiently.
âIâm getting a little annoyed.
If she uses her breath, Iâll kill her. Just as I made up my mind to do so, she unexpectedly jumped up into the sky.
As I looked up after her, I saw a powerful thrust that carried the momentum of her plunge.
The glowing tip of the spear seemed to grow in size.
I quickly interrupted the trajectory with my butcher knife, and at the same time, the blade shattered, leaving behind a deafening crushing sound.
As the momentum of the descending thrust was halted, Arshella jumped back, breathing hard, but smiling fearlessly, confident in her victory.
In my numb hand, I was left with a half-destroyed butcher knife.
Itâs honestly amazing. Iâve never had a butcher knife shattered before.
Her spear was amazing, but Arshellaâs own combat ability was far beyond my expectations.
So this is a dragonessâ¦â¦
Iâve never seen an alien that could move so well. She must have been an elite warrior among the aliens. It would be a shame if she kept getting beaten up by me.
âOh well. I donât want to show off too much, but I donât want to get killed, so Iâll just have to do one more thing.
Ignoring the warning voice raised by the demon officer, Arshella rushed in with her spear at her side. Her mouth was twisted in pleasure.
She looked straight at it and discarded the remnants of my knife.
Relaxing my entire body, I waited for her to charge.
When I didnât move, Archela hesitated for a moment, but then her eyes immediately became sharp and she thrust her spear out in a single stroke.
The tip of the spear turned into a ray of light and pierced my heart. Just before it did, the back of my hand dispelled the stab.
The spear, whose trajectory was slightly deflected by the force from the side, made a shallow cut on my shoulder as I drew back half my body.
Then, Archelaâs momentum was lost, and she came flying into my grasp.
âThis is what happens when you dare to thrust at a bare-handed opponent. Remember that.
My thick fist grabbed her chest as she slumped forward in shock.
At the same time, the hand that had deflected the spear tightened its grip on Arshellaâs arm.
If I could just turn my body and carry her up like that, I can finish my back throw.
With my back arched, I pulled her into my chest and slammed her head into the earth.
With a low rumble of the earth, a small earthquake occurred and a large amount of dust and smoke rose up.
This is a close combat technique that is designed by Fox, assuming the use of bayonets and knives. In addition, this back throw has the weight of me and the momentum of her own rush. Itâs very powerful.
Even Arshella, a dragon who is considered to be one of the physical elite among the aliens, would have been completely helpless to deal with the joke of Butcherâs back throw.
A crash that would normally have shattered her head echoed through the forest, but she was still conscious, coughing up blood in the small crater that had formed.
I was surprised by this. Sheâs really tough. As expected of a dragon.
Arshella immediately flailed, trying to shake off my hand. But at that moment, I have already been riding on top of her using technique from the memory of a soldier ingrained in my cerebellum.
Arshella opened her mouth.
I could see a blinding light in the back of her throat.
The next moment, my iron fist was striking her in the face.
I wonât let her breathe out.
âGuhâ¦.â
Arshella gasps as blood spurts from her nose.
I raised a fist with my arm raised above her. Itâs a body language that says, âIf you do anything, Iâll hit you again.â
Her eyes are hazy with pain, but she quickly guards her face with both arms and opens her mouth behind them. Sheâs going to blow me up with her breath.
Unable to help myself, I slammed my fist with my weight this time.
The earth rumbled like a drum, and the pebbles around me jumped in unison.
I had easily pried open her guard and crushed her face when I struck down from my mounting position.
Arshellaâs head was sandwiched between Butcherâs rigid fists and the earth.
âKahâ¦â¦ haâ¦â¦.â
When I moved my fist away, a moan of anguish finally came out of her open mouth.
Arshella is certainly strong.
But the simple truth is, once sheâs in a submission, there is no way for her to survive. Iâm not sure how many humanoid creatures are capable of repelling my massive body and heavy machinery-like physical strength.
I raise my fist again and remain still. This time, Iâm not going to go easy on you, so give in. Iâm not going to hold back this time.
Arshella glared at my fist in frustration and finally stopped moving.
She slammed her hands down on the ground and gritted her teeth. Her face was covered in mud and blood as she looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, her fangs and the horns on her head were painfully chipped.
I was struck with a feeling of tightness in my chest at the sight of Arshellaâs determined expression, whose fighting spirit had not waned even in such a state.