Demon Lord's Reincarnation

At this moment, Isaac and Joe were about to go for round two but this time, he had another re-quip of weapons as he now switched his spear and shield combo for a club and shield/vambrace combo. I wasn't exactly sure how these adjustments would better suit fighting Isaac but he was already eyeing either Tatiana or me to start the fight.

"Fine. Fighters ready?"

"Yup!/Yeah!"

"Fight!"

And right from the get-go, Joe moved in with his left arm held up while dragging this club as if it weighed tens of kilograms.

'Wait…'

But to Joe's surprise, Isaac swung from left to right and aimed for his knuckles that were sticking out from his shield/vambrace—and it made him put out a face looking like he was going through the aftermath of eating from a Mexican place.

However, he just gritted his teeth and lifted his club from behind then swung down with force before stopping three-fourths of the way in and using it to try and poke Isaac out of the playing field.

"DIRTY MOTHERFUCK—"

Funnily enough, Isaac called out his inner Neo and tried to dodge it by making his back bend—but with the actual weight of Joe's club only a few pounds, Joe changed trajectory once again to make Isaac fall on his ass, but my motherfucker avoided hitting the outer boundary by forming a 'V' with his body and using his butt as the fucking anchor.

"PFFT! AHAHAHAH! THE FUCK?!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"IF IT LOOKS STUPID AND IT WORKS, IT AIN'T STUPID!"

"STOP MAKING ME LAUGH, DAMMIT!!!"

At that point, each of Joe's crew had also started laughing because before this match started—I didn't put it much emphasis on it at first—but they looked like they were hiding a fart and it was actually this surprise that they also probably fell for the first time they encountered it.

But yeah, watching Joe move and act this way was totally different from the time he was facing the dead.

He was doing something special in his relaxed state from before but these movements he was performing was… was a performance. While it was true that it was for a certain goal but if he moved the way he did the first time I saw him, he had a solid chance fighting against Isaac seriously.

'They are having fun so… he looked different last time too…'

In any case, after Isaac rolled five times to save his fucking life, he suddenly opened with another one of his deadly thrusts—and with Joe's smaller shield—he was a little late to defend against it as the tip of Isaac's blade made contact with his chest.

It easily stopped Joe in his tracks as he tried to endure the pain for the second time, but a second thrust had already made its way to his throat and it ended the match then and there.

'Well this is… disappointing…'

Actually, I would've been happy for Isaac's progress but I really wanted to see more of what Joe could actually do. It was just a far cry from his earlier performance, but let's just say it didn't take long before I discovered as to why Joe wasn't taking this shit seriously.

"FUUUUUUUUUCK! I THOUGHT I HAD IT!"

"My pack of smokes, please—"

"NO!"

"No?!"

"ONE MORE TIME! I'LL SHOW YOU MY BEST STUFF! IT'S LEAGUES BETTER THAN MY STUFF AND MY GOOD STUFF!"

"I know. I saw your best shit, bro."

"BUT THOSE PACKS OF SMOKES WOULDN'T CUT IT! IT'D BE UNFAIR! BET SOMETHING MORE THAN THAT!"

"Like what?"

Joe pointed at Isaac's wooden tachi while hiding a smirk, "You have the real one, right?"

"You mean this tachi? Yeah, why— Oh~ So you're hustling me, huh?"

"What?! I don't know what you're talking about."

"This shit is expensive, bro. You gotta give me something equal to it—"

"HAH! Expensive?! How about $2000?"

"$2000?! Ain't no way you have something on that price tag!"

"Because I only gave you fucks a glimpse! A GLIMPSE! Wait here. I'mma find it real quick…"

Weirdly enough, this event of sorts was put on hold the second time because our host just straight up ran to his RV and looked for something that had a $2000 price tag—but after another ten minutes or so, he did have something on that ballpark.

'No fucking shot.'

To my fucking shock, just seeing that box with the logo of the letter 'a' wearing a crown and three diamonds on each side and the bottom made me wonder what was Joe's actual background and where the fuck did he came upon such an item.

And yeah, my reaction made everyone else from my crew use it as its certificate of authenticity—but Tatiana, who was more versed in this type of thing easily pushed Isaac aside to check what was inside the box.

From a general view, it was a very simple-looking sword around 38 inches in length with a cord/leather grip and a nice pommel—but the way its profile and its blade were tapered makes it a good weapon for a shield and sword combo. I don't know much about the sword's history but if that was made from that company, it definitely has a pricetag of above $1500 at the least.

"Hey! I was—"

But Tatiana quickly lost interest:

"Eh. It's cool and all but you can have it. I'm not interested anymore…"

Joe cut in, "Hey! What gives?! This is the real thing! There's only a thousand of these—"

"I know, I know. It's just not my style. I do axes and hand-and-a-half swords, not one-handers."

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Joe rolled his eyes, "Your loss. This thing cuts through the dead like butter— perfect for me."

Then I cut in, "Then why are you betting it?"

Joe chuckled, "Because I'm sure I'll win?"

Isaac rolled his eyes, "Even if I now know that that sword is cool and all, I'm out. I'm a weeb, if you can't already notice. Katanas for the win and in my case, tachis."

"WHAT?!"