In Another World with Battle God System

Chapter 06 Completing the Quest 03

“Talentless?”.

The woman perked her ear and opened her eyes wide hearing Jiha mention the boy who was holding the black blade before her eyes.

She knows that term very well. As a person who lives in a high society a noble daughter possesses a huge amount of information and wealth. She squinted her eyes because of the rude remark from Jiha toward the boy. The word Talentless is considered taboo in this world because it is a sign that the person who unfortunately received it, is labeled as a person who was abandoned by God.

Worried about the mental state of the boy before her. She turns her attention toward him only to find he keeps glancing at the empty air as if looking at something.

“What is he doing?”. She muttered in her heart. Then she heard the boy click his tongue and spit some curses.

“..Tch, looks like I have no choice then”.

The boy in sight raised his fighting spirit and prepared his middle stance while gripping the black blade using his hands straight to his navel.

The woman's eyes widened, for she had never seen that stance before in her life, and the blade the boy was holding. She remembered it was a blade from the far away east that is called a Katana, and the blade the boy holding was not something that a person could afford. Because she could feel the majesty of it. She assumed the blade was probably some of his parent's memento and it was made from a rare material. But why did the person from the east holding that expensive-looking blade become a homeless person who lives in a slum in the western country?

Both of them keep their stance right. As the air in the room began to turn heavy, tension surrounded the people who watched the two people reading their stance prepare to engage in battle any moment.

She couldn’t take this any longer she began to open her mouth to chase away the boy who had no talent in his possession. Only black blades that are made from good material. She is afraid that the boy will get trampled down before her eyes and that is the thing that she doesn’t want to see, for the boy was here because he wanted to save her from the kidnapper's clutch.

“Please leave this place..”.

They are at a stalemate where no one is making a first move and Ren especially must push his sense to its limit because of how weak he is. He ignored the young woman's plea behind him and just concentrated on the fight before him. He already passed the phase of wanting to save the woman and her co to only focus on the quest window that appeared before him.

Jiha with a leisurely stance snorted as he began to put a bit of strength in his feet. Ren observed every movement his opponent made and prepared for what would knock on his door.

“..I’ll go first, kid”.

Jiha disappeared from his sight as a shadow began to swallow his figure and a huge fist that had the power to break his skull closing its distance to his nose. With a godly reflexes from his body. Ren bent his head to the left side and changed the blade position before doing a sweeping slash to his right.

However, he didn’t feel much resistance as he only cut through the empty air and the figure of Jiha was standing ten feet apart from his place.

“Hmm, It seems what the people say is true. Despite having no talent you are surprisingly good at battle”.

“..Thanks for that”.

Ren Temple began to sweat. His back was also drenched by the cold sweat that began to appear, cooling his temperature that rose because of his heart that beat very fast spreading more oxygen toward his whole veins.

From the pressure of the lingering feeling of his punch, Ren could feel that the man before him was not someone he could underestimate. Well, there is no leeway for him not having any talent anyway.

Jiha observes Ren who is still maintaining his stance, but notices that his breath is already in disorder in the first bout they had.

However, what made him more intriguing was the fire. The burning spirit in his eyes had still not dimmed, instead, it was filled with an intense blaze that ignited his dark cold spirit.

As everyone knows Jiha was a kidnapper and the boss of the slums who loved to play with women and drink all day. Deep in his heart, there is a hard cold charcoal that needs some spark that is enough to make it burn bright and roused his fighting spirit.

Jiha lifted the corner of his mouth as he began to take a battle stance. Now Ren was in deep trouble.

[Brawler Rank-A Skill: Fighting will]

Ren's body stiffened as the heavy feeling began to permeate the air choking his throat and making his sight turn blurry in the moment. But he gritted his teeth and all of a sudden his brain started to replay the memories he put aside in the corner, remembering the event that transpired to his mom in this world. As his mouth whispered, ”I will kill”. His eyes turned violent as the thick killing intent began to ooze from the boy's eyes.

Everyone in the room opened their eyes wide, as a thick killing intent began to push away the heavy feeling Jiha had unleashed.

“What!?”.

They wonder how this young kid can have that much killing intent at his young age. What kind of experience did he have to endure to have that much hatred in his body?

The young woman who felt shaken by the two clashed feelings, began to follow the sight of the boy. She kept looking at Ren's appearance as she saw the hatred that filled the young boy's eyes, that narrowed his vision toward his surroundings, and without knowing how that sight pricked her heart.

“Haha, good. Here I go”.

With a laugh, again Jiha disappeared from his sight, but now Ren barely could see his movement. So he just needed to follow his survival instinct that ignited to its peak. With the strange thing that happened to him, his response is delayed as Jiha succeeds in delivering his straight punch right toward Ren's abs. Making him fly at a high speed before slamming his back against the stone wall.

Because of the great impact that invaded his body, the wall cracked and Ren felt something wriggling in his mouth, a taste of iron before he spat the blood from his mouth.

The pain that assaults his body becomes so unbearable as the brain keeps giving his body some adrenaline to heighten the euphoria of the brain, making him devoid of any pain.

Ren with a trembling body stood up before taking his stance again, but he lowered his sword this time and put it beside his right waist facing backward.

He knows that if he keeps making defenses like that he is one hundred percent sure, he will die in the third strike Jiha will unleash. So rather than defense he chose to attack his opponent.

Jiha sensing something had changed in his demeanor began to take a defensive stance as he raised his palm and waved it to provoke Ren.

“Come!”.

Ren's eyes turn bloodshot as he begins his counter.

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[Name: Jiha]

[Talent: Brawler A]

[Potential: A/S]