Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 38: Take It With Honor!

Darian held the animated artifact. Then, he just put his hands behind his back and stared at the bastard writhing with his hands between his legs.

Unfortunately, he couldn't kill him now. But that might be even better. He could make him suffer slowly until the final moment.

Thirty seconds later, Raon calmed down and stood up, his face twisted in pain.

Meanwhile, Leander and Veyle kept attacking, forcing the other enemies to block. A mage's power was only revealed if they had time to prepare their moves. With Veyle attacking so quickly, she wasn't even reaching 5% of her full capacity. Normally, this would be useless, but in the current situation, it was enough to put both enemies in a vulnerable position.

"I think your time is running out, isn't it? How long are you gonna keep up this show? Well, watching a clown is kinda fun..." Darian said calmly, staring at Raon.

"You... Think you're gonna live long? Hahahaha..."

"Pff, you talk too much for someone with so little skill." Darian cut him off without a care, taking calm steps forward.

His eyes shone coldly. That made Raon swallow hard.

Everyone in the arena was now watching that rookie support seriously. They had all seen his movements before. He didn't seem like someone amazing or abnormal, but... he had these unreal reflexes, like he knew exactly where Raon would strike a moment before it happened.

They were right. But the main thing was that Raon was weak and slow. Even with Darian sensing his movements through karma, he hadn't been able to move in time before.

"Activate!" Raon roared.

His fighter and tank scoffed, incredulous, but obeyed. The group power-sharing artifact was used again. Each member had an identical one, all connected.

So, the two handed over part of their power to Raon. But this was an even greater humiliation for him. He was forced to use others' power just to fight a single support.

Raon was now covered in an aura so red it looked like he was on fire. The combined power of three people.

"I don't have time to waste, unfortunately. I'll finish you off quickly and make sure you never even walk again. Then..."

"Blah, blah, blah, fuck! Just come at me already! I was already merciful enough to simply let you get up, and you can't even see my generosity. Or do you think I watched you contorting on the ground like a pig for thirty seconds for fun? I could have finished you right there and then, you know?" Well... yes, he watched for fun.

Raon growled, full of rage, and thrust his dagger forward, slashing at high speed.

Now, his speed and power were tripled. Even without his blessing, he was now at full capacity...

"A machine gun in the hands of a newborn."

Darian spoke dryly. Then...

Inside his soul...

In his fist, a black mark pulsed subtly.

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At the same time, he activated that newly acquired artifact. Activating any artifact for a High Human was simple—just using the power of his ring was enough.

In that split second, the dagger was closing in.

Darian knew exactly where the attack would land. But unlike before, this time, he wouldn't be able to dodge at all.

So, he clenched his fist, and secretly... a faint black aura flowed into it.

*SLASH!*

The dagger brutally cut across his chest, tearing through his clothes in a deep slash. But...

*CRACK!*

Everyone in the stands swallowed hard.

**BOOOM!**

The entire barrier around the stage trembled. A deafening, explosive sound echoed everywhere.

The spectators held their breath...

They saw a body sprawled out, slammed against the edge of the barrier.

Blood stained the barrier. That... that was really Raon?

Fast footsteps were the only sound they could hear.

Then, they shifted their gaze and saw Darian running, his eyes glowing with a bloody light.

Everyone stared at that young man, his clothes drenched in his own blood... then their eyes widened...

They saw a thirty-centimeter cut on his chest, covered by a faint white light. It regenerated right before their eyes. The wound magically closed up.

"He... No way... Is he a healer?" A loud voice from the stands echoed in disbelief.

'Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!' Darian answered in his mind.

He stopped a meter away from Raon, who was still embedded in the barrier, and looked down at his broken face.

A thrilled smile bloomed on Darian's lips.

His fists moved again.

The artifact's power activated.

And, subtly, that black energy flowed through his fist. Just a tiny trace of it. Darian wouldn't risk using more in front of so many spectators. But the artifact's power could completely mask his true strength.

His fists literally pierced through the air.

Too fast—impossible for anyone to see the black energy. The damage, however, could be explained away as pure speed. Only a few who were familiar with that kind of artifact might sense that something was off. Luckily, no one rich or influential enough was present.

*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

The barrier shook like it had been hammered over and over.

Darian punched four times—face, torso, limbs. Each strike was precise, cold, and brutal, aiming to shatter bones and inflict maximum pain.

Raon's eyes widened in sheer agony. He groaned in despair, spitting blood uncontrollably.

Darian stopped.

Everyone saw his fists, covered in blood, completely wrecked. It was obvious—attacking barehanded while using an artifact's power? That's exactly why most people used weapons...

Two seconds later, his wounds healed completely. A wicked grin spread across his face.

"Be a man! Take it with honor!"

*BANG!*

*BANG!*

*BANG!*

*BANG!*

Each punch landed slower, more deliberately brutal than the last. The sound of bones snapping echoed with every strike, followed by Raon's agonized groans.

In the end, Raon lost consciousness, his body completely ruined.

Barely a minute had passed since their fight started. And just like that, it was over. Like a child picking up a twig and trying to strike a starving tiger. The result lay right before them...

No one remembered to breathe.

Darian turned around and faced the Fighter and Tank. They stood frozen, their eyes bulging in shock.

"... I think if you don't run and get him out of here fast, he might actually die. And if that happens... I doubt his father will spare you either. Am I right?"

The two flinched as if struck.

"We forfeit!"

"We lost!"

The referee didn't even react—too stunned by what had just unfolded.

But their group could also communicate mentally. In an instant, the Support and Mage shouted, making their voices echo across the arena.

"We surrender!"

With all four conceding and their leader incapacitated, the referee finally snapped out of it.

"It's over. The winners are the Azure Haven clan!"

The moment he spoke, the barrier vanished completely.

A dull thud echoed as a broken body collapsed onto the ground.

Immediately, the four rushed forward in a panic.

Darian took a step back. They grabbed Raon, their faces filled with fear, and moved as fast as they could.

"Hey! This was a match! Don't forget to pay up for losing!"

His mocking voice trailed behind them. But they didn't even glance back—too terrified that if they were too slow, Raon might actually die.