I Became A Side Character Fated To Suffer-Chapter 43:Beating The Shit Out Of Barbarian

Sunta rose again and glared at me.

Mud and filthy swamp water dripped from his hair and face, his nose was bleeding, one cheek was swollen from the slap, and his chest heaved like a broken furnace trying to stay lit. But the idiot still looked angry. In fact, he looked even angrier than before.

Good.

Angry people fight stupidly.

And this guy was already stupid.

"SUNTA... KILL YOU!" he roared, pounding his chest again like a gorilla who had recently failed an IQ test.

I sighed and rolled my shoulders, stretching my neck.

"Honestly," I muttered, "you’re really dedicated to humiliating yourself."

"Your goal should be reach the mountain and yet you are here getting yourself fucked."

However, all of my words fell into deaf ears and he charged again. This time there was no hesitation.

Just pure barbaric violence.

The swamp shook as his massive feet slammed into the ground. He swung both fists wildly, smashing through branches and bushes like a bulldozer with emotional issues.

His first punch came straight for my head.

I stepped off the centerline and raised my palm.

Pak Sau.

A fundamental Wing Chun technique used to intercept, deflect, or "slap" away an opponent’s incoming strike, typically using the palm to clear the path for a counter-punch.

My hand slapped his forearm just enough to redirect the punch. It missed my face by inches and blasted into the trunk of a nearby tree.

CRAAACK!

The tree split like a matchstick.

Before he could recover, my fist shot forward. One chain punched into his solar plexus. Another into the floating ribs.

A third directly into the throat.

And it came with such speed that all Sunta heard was the flash of air tearing apart.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

His body spasmed.

"GHUAA—!"

But Sunta wasn’t done.

He roared and swung his other arm like a hammer. I raised my elbow and rotated.

Bong Sau... Wing arm hand.

His strike slid past my shoulder.

Then I stepped forward, closing the distance before he could reset his stance. My knuckles jabbed into the nerve under his armpit.

"GAAAH!"

His arm twitched violently.

I smirked.

"You know, muscles aren’t the only thing humans have."

Then I drove my elbow into his jaw.

CRACK.

His head snapped sideways.Mud splashed as he staggered backward.

Behind us the forest looked like a battlefield. Broken branches, smashed bushes, deep footprints, and several chaos beasts were now watching from a safe distance like spectators at an extremely violent circus.

Sunta roared again and activated his mystic.

His right arm bulged grotesquely.

"SUNTA... STRONG!"

"SUNTA DONT PAINIC!"

He might have meant he didn’t feel pain.

He launched a straight punch that tore through the air like artillery.I stepped inside it.

My palm slid along his forearm, redirecting it outward.

My other fist fired forward in a rapid burst of chain punches.

Chest.

Jaw.

Nose.

Throat.

Each strike landed with a sharp thud.

Blood sprayed from his nose.

He tried to grab me.

I pivoted to the side and kicked the inside of his knee. His balance collapsed.

The giant stumbled and that was the opening.

I raised my fist and clutched my left fist tightly.

SWOOSH.

A darkish layer shot out from my left fist, coagulating and coating my hand. Taking a step, I shot forward.

"This is in the memory of my goat.."

"The blackflash!"

BOOOOM!

The punch landed like a cannon going off at point-blank range.

My fist buried itself into his abdomen and the impact rippled through his entire body. His massive belly quivered violently like a shaken water balloon, fat wobbling in waves as the force tore through him. The sound of the blow echoed across the swamp.

For a second his eyes bulged so wide they looked like they might roll out.Then his entire body lifted off the ground.

Sunta flew backward, spinning awkwardly before crashing into the mud.

He rolled.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

At one point he actually bounced off a rock, flipped halfway over, and rolled again like an extremely confused meatball.

"Ohhh!" I whistled seeing him manage to stay conscious.

He had managed to predict my punch point of impact and used his mystic to strengthen the area to take the blow.

"Hohohoho!"

"Can’t believe you managed to think of that..."

"You dumbheads really have a way to fight."

But...

Sunta got up choking the air when he suddenly felt a faint shiver and turned around to spot a human with a devilish smile.

And it was exactly me.

From my perspective, I could feel the grin stretching across my face.

Wide.

Predatory.

My eyes narrowed slightly as excitement crept in. My lips curled upward slowly until the expression must have looked completely unhinged.

Ahh..

This was the fun part however..

"Suntaaa... is afraid..."

"Huh!"his sudden words startled me.

No matter what,at the end he was a beast man with beastial bloodlines.His animal instinct screamed.He tried to get up to run.

But I was already there.

I grabbed his collar with one hand and the back of his head with the other.

Then I drove his face straight into the mud.

SPLASH

Then I smashed his face brutally..

BANGGG!

He tried to rise.I slammed him down again.

SLAMM.

"Stay down."

Another slam.

"Learn."

Another slam.

"Basic."

Another slam.

"Balance."

Sunta growled like a wounded animal and tried to push himself up again.

This time I stepped behind him, hooked my arm around his neck, and twisted his upper body sideways while kicking the back of his knee.

His massive frame collapsed.

BOOOM.

The swamp shook as he crashed onto his back.

Before he could react I stepped onto his chest.

Then my fists came down.

Fast.

Controlled.

Relentless.

Punch.

Punch. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Punch.

Each strike targeted a vulnerable spot.

Jaw.

Nose.

Solar plexus.

Liver.

Every hit drove the air out of his lungs.

Every hit made his body jerk.

"SUNTA—"

Punch.

"STR—"

Punch.

"ONG—"

Punch.

Finally his arms stopped moving.His chest barely rose.

His eyes rolled slightly as he stared at the sky in complete defeat.

The huge barbarian lay there like a collapsed mountain.

It was Broken yet reathing.

But unable to move.

I exhaled slowly and stepped off his chest.

Mud dripped from my boots.

The forest had gone strangely quiet.

Even the chaos beasts had stopped making noise.

I looked down at the unconscious giant.

"...Pathetic."

Then I turned away casually.

Behind me, a faint mechanical chime echoed through the forest and then Sunta’s body started dispersing.

Cadet Sunta — Eliminated.

I cracked my neck and walked off through the broken swamp like nothing had happened.

I whistled and turned around to leave, only to pause, feeling many ominous gazes.

I turned around to see a sight that literally made me freak out.

Because I was locked on by dozens of monsters, but the problem was it wasn’t chaos beasts, rather...

It was the fucking cadets who were infected and looking at me as if I were honey-sizzled meat.

"What the fuck"