I Became A Side Character Fated To Suffer-Chapter 42:Time For Some Bullshido

Ahh... found it."

I had ignored Reed’s rambling earlier, but I made sure to note the important stuff.

Very important stuff.

I read the entry.

...

[SUNTA]

Mystic: Can enhance strength of a part, increasing its strength by 5 times.

....

"Five times?!"

I shouted in horror while narrowly dodging another punch that shattered a tree behind me.

"The fuck?!"

Sweat began dripping down my face.

If this idiot started with 30 strength, that would mean he could exert a stat of 150.

Which was impossible.

Even Demi-gods had a stat of around 100.

So what the hell was happening?

"No... it might be something else..."

I shoved the book back inside my coat.

Time to test it.

I stepped forward and threw a quick strike. A brief exchange occurred between us, fast and sharp.

Punch. Kick. Block.

We traded blows for a second and then his fist got through.

BANG!

Sunta’s fist landed square on me and my body flew sideways from the impact. I stumbled hard, feet barely keeping up with where my torso was already going.

"TAKE IT!"

BOOOOM!

I smashed into the ground. The impact rattled through my bones and the air left my lungs in one ugly grunt. My cheek pressed against the dirt and for a moment everything was just ringing and dust.

Before I could even push myself up, before my arms could get under me properly, his shadow fell over me again.

THUD!

Another punch landed like a meteor, driving me straight back down into the ground just as I had started to rise. The force of it sent a shockwave through my whole body and I felt it in my teeth.

"TAKE MORE!"

"SUNTA STRONG!"

"VERY STRONG!"

It was like watching Captain America fight the Hulk, except unfortunately I was the Captain America in this situation.

Which meant—

I was getting absolutely destroyed.

"GAAAH—!"

My body slammed against a tree.

The tree cracked and then I bounced off.

Then I slammed into the ground again.

Sometimes I even crashed into a passing monster.

"Sorry—!"

One chaos beast looked at me with deep existential confusion before running away.

Even the chaos beasts were retreating from the battlefield.Apparently even monsters had survival instincts when witnessing Sunta the Mad Barbarian.

Meanwhile Sunta stomped around proudly.

"SUNTA STRONG!"

"SUNTA VERY STRONG!"

"SUNTA BREAK YOU!"

I slowly dragged myself out of a crater while wiping blood from my mouth.

"...This idiot."

"Now I got it... He can’t increase the power of his entire body, but it must be one organ at a time... Also, 5 times must be what the developer put at the maximum level, which is achieved at Demi-god..."

Hit...

He didn’t take the hit because he liked it as some masochist freak.He took it to measure and...

"Around 15–20 increase in stats," I muttered, wiping the blood and cracking my head.

"Manageable, right?"

I sighed.

Then I grinned.

"Alright."

"Let’s see if your brain is as small as your vocabulary."

Sunta came at me again like a drunken rhino that had discovered violence as a personality trait.

"RAAAAGHH!"

His right arm swelled unnaturally again. The muscle tightened and bulged like someone had stuffed rocks under his skin. Mystic active. That fist was now basically a wrecking ball.

Good...

That made things easier.

I relaxed my shoulders and slid into my stance. I made feet light and knees loose, taking a few jumps stepping around to lossen up.

Then I put hands up in front of my centerline.

Time to put up some weird bruce lee shaolin Jutjustu ninja shit.

And it’s Bullshido..

Wing Chun wasn’t about wide flashy moves. It was about efficiency.

And Sunta... was the complete opposite of efficient.His fist shot forward like a cannon.

I didn’t retreat.

Instead, I stepped slightly to the side.

My palm snapped out narrowly evading the attack.

A quick slap to his forearm redirected the punch just a few inches off my centerline. That was all it took. His fist blasted past my ear with a violent WHOOM, missing me entirely.

At the same time my other hand struck.

Two quick chain punches.

One into the hollow under his ribs.One into the soft spot of his stomach.

THUD. THUD.

"GHUAA—!"

Sunta’s body folded slightly.

His eyes bulged forward however it seems he managed to react and strengthen the point of impact.

But instead of backing off he roared louder.

"SUNTA STRONG!"

He swung his other arm down like a falling tree and I rotated my elbow upward into a Bong Sau which is crucial, reactive Wing Chun technique used to deflect, jam, and redirect an opponent’s force rather than blocking it directly

His strike slid off and past my shoulder and I stepped inside his guard before he could recover.

A quick knuckle jab landed just under his armpit where the nerves ran thick together.

"GAH!"

His arm twitched violently and seized up for a second and I smirked at that.

"You really should study anatomy."

Sunta snarled and reached out to grab me but it was slow. Very slow. I pivoted around him and tapped the side of his knee with a low kick and his balance shifted just enough. That was all I needed.

I stepped forward and my hand rose lazily, almost casual about the whole thing, and then—

SLAP.

The sound cracked through the swamp like a firecracker.

My palm landed squarely across his cheek with full body rotation behind it and Sunta’s massive head snapped sideways from the force.

For a moment his feet actually left the ground and the giant idiot spun half a circle before crashing into the mud with a loud THUD that sent a small wave rippling through the swamp water around him. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

I dusted off my sleeve and then grinned down at him.

"You can only enhance the strength of one organ at one time right, so I will hit you at the other place which isn’t enhanced."

"Now get up.."

"I still haven’t had my fill."