Chapter 129: A Skillless Villain
Percy punched forward.
His attack was blocked by the Scythe wielding General, though the attack was strong enough to send him flying back.
Only a small moment after landing the attack, Percy was attacked from the side by Miranda the Sword Saint.
Punching the sword, all of the impact was absorbed by his knuckle dusters as the surprise attack failed and Miranda was kicked away.
And as Miranda was sent flying by the powerful kick to the stomach, Percy was attacked from behind by Achillie, the pink haired man.
Achillie slashed at his back as Percy stumbled forwards.
His grin had yet to disappear.
He turned and was about to deliver an uppercut to Achillie but he stopped in his tracks and backed off as he saw Mitsuna appear next to him with sword raised in the air.
As she slashed down at him, Percy managed to roll backwards and evade.
The deep cuts left behind in the bloody ground were less than before.
As Percy had evaded, he tore off a few of the silk strands that were sticking to the sword.
As he threw the strings to the ground, he noticed something on the ground and bent down to take it, his eyes filled with surprise.
Just as he bent down, he had managed to dodge the attack of the Scythe General.
The Scythe General clicked his tongue as he landed on the ground after missing his jump attack and turned around while readying himself for a counterattack.
He was surprised to see Percy picking up his previously severed finger and placing it back where it should be.
His muscles twitched and spasmed as his thumb could move again.
Everyone present was surprised by the regeneration speed.
Everyone except for Mitsuna as she knew how he reattached it.
'He just bent his muscles.'
It sounded and even seemed simple. But as any person with some amount of biological knowledge would know, it definitely was not easy to reattach limbs by flexing.
Mitsuna did not give him a moment to rest as she dashed and swung her sword.
Percy bent backwards and avoided the slash.
"Look where you're swinging that thing."
He said while snickering as he flipped off the ground while kicking Mitsuna's arm.
It did not do a lot of damage yet for some reason it didn't heal even after a few moments.
"Come on! More!"
Percy caught Miranda's sword as he punched Achillie across the face while laughing.
"Haha! Bring me more!"
Mitsuna felt something change. He suddenly felt... stronger.
Mitsuna appraised the maniac.
[Percy Louh
Title: Revolutionary, System Defier, Madman
Race: Human
Class: None
Level: ??? ]
'Did this guy really just go crazy?'
Mitsuna ran next to the Scythe General as she shared all the information she had while they made their way towards Percy.
The man sightly blushed as Mitsuna approached him.
"Oi. This guy just got a Title."
The Scythe General blinked.
"What? You can appraise him?"
"Barely. His Level is hidden, it shows that he doesn't have a Class and I don't even see a Skill tab."
Percy threw Achillie and Miranda to the side as he turned towards Mitsuna and the Scythe General.
"Are you talking about little old me?"
Mitsuna ignored his question as he whispered toward the Scythe General.
"Be careful, he hasn't used a single Skill yet."
"What?"
The Scythe General questioned in astonishment.
"Skills? Like I'd need any of those!"
Mitsuna let the Scythe General get the first move.
The scythe glowed in pale holy light as the man slightly ascended toward the sky before dashing behind Percy and landing on the ground.
Percy managed to block the attack with a single fist.
"Weak!"
He turned towards him but stopped as Mitsuna swung her sword.
Backflipping far into the air, Percy managed to dodge at the last second.
After this attack, however, Mitsuna realized how all the sharpened and poisoned silk had been torn off of her sword.
"Tch."
She clicked her tongue as she saw Percy open his tightly gripped fist only for silk to flow out into the air.
'If I could control the skill better I'd be able to control the thread even now. Whatever, the poison should be taking effect soon.'
Percy smiled as he spat on the ground.
"Almost had me."
'...Right?'
...
"Who the hell is this dude?!"
A viewer yelled out in the crowd as a commotion broke loose.
"He's pushing back four strong General candidates at once!"
"Isn't this cheating?"
"He isn't on the participant board! Why isn't he being kicked out?!"
"Do you think the organizers could do anything to the guy who's pushing back those four?"
"Probably not! But come on!"
As the crowd bickered with each other, an old man at a lavish restaurant gnashed his teeth.
"Bah. You kids don't know nothin'."
"Sorry, Sir?"
The waitress asked.
'Did I do something wrong? What's the geezer got to whine about now?! I need this job!'
The waitress thought in a panic
"...Nothing."
'Oh it's definitely SOMETHING'
"If you have anything to comment on Sir, It would be a pleasure for me to listen."
'Come on! Fall for my next level trap! Old people love telling stories!'
"Hm. Fine."
'SAVED!'
The man placed his tea cup down.
"That man."
He looked towards the screen.
'Oh, that?'
"The one pushing back the Generals right now."
"Yes?"
'I don't know. The pink one looks much more handsome.'
"He is the previous Champion and the reason why that desert is filled with blood in the first place."
'Time for a history lesson? If the tip is good enough then I am willing to go through school again!'
"May you enlighten me?"
The waitress asked with a business-like smile.
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