Intense Battle
“Uooooooooh”
Asch’s fists, catch Samon’s face and punch it over and over and over again. Punches with each and every single blow trying to turn the human’s head in its entirety into smithereens.
Samon grabs his fists and tosses Asch with brute force. And then, he fixes his posture and heads towards Asch to retaliate.
His heavy kick, strikes Asch’s abdomen directly and blows him several tens of meters away. Asch, who immediately gets up and holds onto his flank, quietly thinks.
I……can’t endure this for long.
Through the back and forth just now, Asch ascertained that his own strength pales in comparison to Samon’s. What differentiated the two of them is, the difference in their resolve. The resolve of Samon that burns through the few remainders of his life had, transcended the super magic that only an immortal can use.
Asch, nevertheless, sets off an intense battle against Samon with all his strength. Samon’s remaining life is few. He’s only left with the choice of searching for an opportunity to win there. Without looking back on his remaining stamina, he draws out all his strength and commences his attack on Samon.
While resolving to more or less take hits, Asch showers Samon with punches that should damage him nevertheless.
Before long, when several minutes passed, Asch’s movements dull significantly in one go, and he discerns the fact that his own body is reaching its limits. Nevertheless, he forcefully moves his body and makes it so that it doesn’t get found out.
“……that’s your limit huh”
Receiving the fists Asch unleashed, Samon gives him a kick towards the sky. Asch tries to fix his posture in the sky as it is, but his back was struck by Samon, who already went around him, with both hands and he crashed into the ground.
“Gahah……”
A large amount of black blood is vomited from Asch’s mouth and scattered on the ground. As it is, Samon mounts Asch and punches him over and over and over again.
“You ……you bastardddddddddddddd!”
Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada!
Those fists of his, they decimate Asch’s figure rapidly. Before long, the Dark Magician, who was even robbed of his strength to stand up, stares at Samon with those almost crushed eyes of his.
“……green……huh”
Asch, muttered.
“……”
Samon, who continues punching without lending an ear to that. Before long, perhaps discerning that any further attack is useless, he stands up, turns his back to Asch, and heads to the direction Cis escaped.
“Your……eyes……they are”
Samon’s body twitches and stops at that voice. Over there, Asch knows that Samon is still showing interest in his conversation. And then, he continues talking without interruption to make sure he doesn’t run off as it is.
“……they’re……beautiful. When you……were young……you were popular……right……”
“What do you want to say!?”
“……a daughter……right?”
At Samon, who grabs his collars and presses him, Asch showed an tremendously twisted smile.
“……”
“I……know……”
No longer, can he speak much. Hence, he conveyed just that fact.
“……what do you want to say!?”
“……kuku……you know……right?”
A phrase that carried a hidden meaning. However, it was effective against Samon in this situation. The treasure he went as far as to compromise on his own belief and hid. The memento of Aseres, the only one he loved more than God.
Asch implied that he would kill that.
“You bastarddddddddd!”
Samon, who gives in to his emotions and punches Asch continuously again. However, he’d realised it at the same time. The fact that Asch＝Dahl is immortal. The fact that his own death is right around the corner, and there’s already nothing he can do.
“……”
Asch, who already can’t even interject, but looking at Samon’s twisted expression, he smiles with his all. So that this Saint is in agony even on the verge of his death. So that he hates Asch with every fibre of his being……so that he gets distracted by Asch, and Cis and Lily can go even a little further.
“……uooooooooooooooooooooooh!”
Samon wailed loudly at his own powerlessness.
