82 – Queen of the Backstreets – 8
All fights consist of attack and defense.
If the enemy attacks, I block it. When I attack, the enemy blocks.
In the process, the first to succeed in an attack that the enemy can no longer block wins. Which one didn’t succeed? dying or getting hurt
No matter what the attack was made of and what the defense was made of, this was an undeniable truth.
When you can no longer block, when you can no longer dodge, you die. It is a very simple and obvious principle.
Therefore, attack also serves as defense.
It is not for nothing that the saying that the best defense is offense. If you prevent the enemy from attacking, you are naturally defending yourself.
But on the other hand, defense cannot be offensive. I don’t know if the purpose is to tire the opponent first by consistently only defending.
But it is also impossible to neglect defense.
It is unreasonable to pursue only an attack unless you yourself possess the skills to slaughter an enemy without allowing any being to resist.
except for me
Without avoiding the stabbing knife through his eyes, he jumped in as it was. Fuuk, a blade pierced his left eye.
A sharp piece of metal tore through the cornea and lens, leaching the clear liquid inside. A vitreous body mixed with blood ran down the eyelids.
Not only was I still alive after being hit in the head, but rather, I continued to attack in that state, and the person in front of me made a puzzled expression.
The blade that had penetrated the eye reappeared from the back of the head. I felt a strong foreign body on one side of my face.
Ugh, I burrowed into the side of the guy who was making stupid noises. I pulled the dagger I held in reverse hand to my chest, and stabbed it straight into the liver.
In the upper right part of the abdomen, below the diaphragm. Organs that die from definitive excessive bleeding if not treated in time.
The tip of the dagger tore through the skin and the sensation of piercing the soft meat inside came up through my right hand.
Confirming that I had reached my goal, I twisted my wrist down and then up again. The wound was torn here and there, and blood gushed out from where the knife had been impaled.
The dagger was pulled out.
As he accelerated the body’s regeneration, the knife that had completely pierced the left side of his face was pushed out by the regenerating flesh.
Fluffy, the knife that had lost its owner fell to the floor. The owner of the knife that had been stuck in my face already had no strength left to hold the handle.
Instead, he was trying to stop the bleeding in that area with both hands, blocking the side where the blood was gushing out.
It’s useless. Since the bleeding had already started inside, pressure on the surrounding area could not stop it. Either use healing magic or die like this.
Are there two left now? I kicked the man who was crouching down in a panic and covered his side, knocked him down by the jaw and rolled backwards, then scanned the rest of them.
“What are you doing not messing around?”
“This is crazy…”
The muscular man groaned. Those empty eyes were not looking at me, but at the back of me. His subordinates, who are probably all dead by now.
After the first guy who attacked me died of a broken skull, the second victim was the guy who cut off my left arm.
Seeing that my left arm, which I was sure had been cut off, had been reattached before I knew it, my knife was thrust into the man’s neck who had stiffened stupidly.
It happened in an instant. Even the person who had the knife stuck in his throat realized that something was stuck in his throat only after blood gushed out.
When something outside of common sense happens in front of our eyes, the human body can’t keep up with the thought, and these bullies were no exception.
The ignorant idea of smashing heads against each other and breaking the skull, and the left arm, which must have been cut off, but for some reason is attached to the shoulder again. The dagger pushed out of the elbow again.
And faces stained with the blood of others.
This absurd situation was enough to take away their spirits even for a moment, and I just didn’t miss the chance.
The blade dug into his neck and severed his carotid artery. I wanted to cut off the neck bones as well, but cutting the bones at once was unreasonable for me.
Now, of course, the guy with the broken skull is dead, the guy with the knife stuck in his throat has stopped acting, and only the guy with the hole in his liver is struggling to prolong his worthless life even a little longer.
I’ll die soon anyway.
I could tell at a glance that the four eyes staring at me were filled with bewilderment. The dagger in his right hand was gently moved up and down.
“What are you doing not messing around?”
Super regenerative ability. That’s probably the first thing they thought when they saw my arm regenerating.
And, like all hunting methods for beings with super-regenerative abilities, they must somehow cut off my stamina before dealing with them.
As expected, the muscular man pushed the back of the subordinate next to him. It meant hitting first. His eyes seemed to tell me to cut my stamina a little more and die.
It is pointless. My super regenerative ability doesn’t consume stamina, but rather it never loses stamina.
There was no way this ability, which even defined and reversed the functioning of muscles and mana circuits as loss, would eat up my stamina and work.
But those guys don’t know that. Therefore, in order to increase his chances of survival even a little, he pushed his subordinates first.
Suddenly, his subordinates, who had become meat shields, attacked as if they were desperate. His movements were clumsy, and his eyes were full of fear.
It was to the point where I didn’t know what the hell he believed in and started fighting me. Were these also worms that clung to strong people like Scarface and flattered them?
His attack is stabbing. Judging by the height and position of the knife, the target is my heart.
To say that even after seeing what I had just done, he stabbed instead of swinging at me, it seemed that he had no learning ability at all. I don’t know if it’s better to lose the means of attack by cutting off an arm or a leg.
It’s been a while since I’ve been stabbed in the eye, but I’ve been digging right into the inside and sending one guy into the goal, but the fact that he’s attacking like that again means that he has no thoughts at all.
I didn’t dodge this time either. The trembling knife pointed at my heart. Fu-wook, the tip of the knife and the heart met with the sound of flesh being torn.
“uh……?”
Perhaps he hadn’t imagined that I would stand still and meet the attack, but rather, a stupid sound full of questions leaked out from the side of the stab.
Slowing regeneration as much as possible, I gripped the crossguard of the knife that stabbed my heart.
“Am I going to die from being stabbed like that?”
And he pulled hard toward me.
The blade that perfectly penetrated my beating heart and protruded from the vicinity of my shoulder blade vibrated little by little in sync with the beat of my heart.
Sticky red blood gushed out from between the swords that had pierced his body.
“Even if you stab me like this, I won’t die.”
With those words, he accelerated the regeneration that had been delayed. Anyway, the amount of time I could stop playing was almost limiting.
The knife was pushed back in the same direction it had been stabbed. Without missing that brief timing, he pulled the hand holding the sword straight and threw it aside.
With a thump, his body fell to the floor. The impact must have been quite great because it had fallen from the back, and a choked scream was heard.
I pressed my knees against his neck and clenched my fists to prevent him from getting up. and swung A light blow sound was heard.
I didn’t leave anything in my hands. Wow, when I hit him in the face for the fifth time, his cheekbones sank and my finger bones broke at the same time.
He hesitated to hit me because his bones were out, and there was no such thing. Because it plays anyway.
The regeneration of broken bones was done in an instant. The sound of fists clashing against each other filled the building.
This one-sided violence continued until the trembling limbs drooped and the corpse, with half of its face completely sunken, lay on the floor.
I roughly rolled the corpse with half of its face harpooned to the side and got up.
The muscular man, who was probably the leader of the corpses lying dead on this spot, was still standing there dumbfounded.
“I felt it while killing you guys.”
I wiped my face with my hand. There was blood on his palms. This can’t be my blood, it’s their blood anyway.
He frowned and rubbed his palms roughly on his clothes.
“Why did you attack me?”
“…”
“It doesn’t mean anything special. I’m just curious. Your skills, no matter how well you try, are only a little better than normal humans. Did you see what your subordinates did just now? Searching. Seeing one person dead, rummaging through it. I got stabbed in the liver, but I struggled to block it and died. Knowing that I have regenerative powers, I came in not cutting but stabbing. It’s too clumsy for bullies trying to immerse a person. “
I bent down and picked up the dagger I had left for a while to kill with my fist.
“I’m saying this because I’ve met a lot of idiots like you, but at first I thought you were an overwhelmingly strong enough to work with idiots like that. If something happens, you take care of it. Not too long ago, I was in a town full of such people.”
It reminded me of Scarface’s gang. The pitiful guys who were caught off guard by me and couldn’t even react properly to me attacking them.
There was little qualitative difference between them and this gang. Except for one thing, the strength of the boss.
“Who even bought it?”
