Demon Lord's Reincarnation

At this point, Joe never looked so pissed and Isaac had to repeat himself.

"I said I'm out. I'm not interested in winning that, and I'm sure as hell not betting my tachi sensei bought for me. It's that important. Now, can I please have my four packs of cigs?"

Joe never looked so disappointed, "Dammit! FUCK! This shit should've worked 100% of the time! You loved crystals for fuck's sake!"

Isaac waved him off, "No, no, there's this chick back home that likes it—"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DAMMIT!"

I waved him off, "Alright, Mr. Hustler, now what?"

"What do you mean, now what?"

"I don't wanna tell you how to run your events but you've been doing your own thing for a while now. And you did propose to fight me. However, if you can't even get past Isaac here—or any of my students, I'd hate to sound like an asshole but you'll just lose to me. Even if you're messing around while fighting with Isaac."

Isaac never looked so pissed, "YOU'RE WHAT—"

Joe shrugged his shoulders, "So, you noticed. What now? I can't take shit seriously unless my life's on the line. Four packs of cigs wouldn't even make me sweat but don't get me wrong, it's fun to mess around. I just can't get into it for real unless I'm feeling like my head's about to get chopped off."

I chuckled, "Then I'm your guy."

"Exactly. Sir, I really want to feel it again—that's why I issued you the challenge. Betting my life's savings is one thing but the feeling of death is really the thing that gets me going. And while we're on the topic, I'd love to use this Solingen and my riot shield while you use your katana."

Isaac cut in, "You'll fucking die, I tell you."

Joe shook his head, "I don't wanna remove the magic but with your sensei, he might just stop right before chopping my head off. The problem is me."

"What?"

He looked at me seriously, "I don't know to hold back, sir. I'll swing for real. Can you handle—"

"Of course."

"Then—"

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"What do I get from it though?"

"Wut?"

"Dude. You're getting off from the thrill of it but what do I get from that? You're not even under me and you want an official match where my life's on the line?"

"B-But you did it earlier—"

"That's a taste. Like what drug dealers do. Gotcha, huh?"

"You—"

"I— Fine. I… I may have something that might interest you…"

"And that is?"

"I can't tell you what it is now, sir, but I promise you that it'll be worth it. I… I may have to put another condition, sir."

"And that is?"

"Ten moves."

"Ten moves?"

"Yes, sir. I know that you can beat me in one but if you'll allow me ten moves before you put me in my place, I'll be forever grateful."

"Alright, deal."

"FUCK YEAH!"

"Alright, calm down, adrenaline junkie—"

"I will, I will! Just a sec—"

At that point, it didn't take long before the two of us were face to face—and as soon as Joe was holding his one-handed sword and his riot shield, his elation earlier quickly dampened as his breathing started to get more and more relaxed like the rest of his body.

'Hmm… I see, now. But where did he learn this shit?'

And for a few seconds, I was expecting him to attack—but with the nature of our arrangement though absolutely contrary—I think I might have to be the one to open it up so as I held my blade, I emitted the tiniest bit of killing intent before suddenly enveloping this dirt circle we were tumbling on.

This definitely brought a smile to his face—and now that he was expecting it, his facial expression was switching between excitement and nonchalance over and over. It was as if he was having an episode but the moment I stepped closer, his face just wore the faintest smile as he suddenly stepped in with his sword pointed at my neck.

However, little did he expect that what he was doing had an advanced version though what I was about to do next was an even advanced version of this technique he picked up somewhere.

Everyone in my crew had experienced it a few times but the look on Joe's face when he though his fingers from the hand holding his sword fell was fucking priceless.

It was because coupled with the slight movements from my muscles and my killing intent, I made Joe think I sliced off his knuckles with one swing—but in actuality, it was a repeat of what Isaac did to his other hand.

In addition, he thought I swung from left to right but I came from below and hit his knuckles with the back of my blade—and even though he was grimacing from pain, the look of confusion was more fucking apparent.

I did promise him his ten moves but never in that verbal contract that I could do nonlethal moves of my own as long as I put him in his place after he was done with his thing.

"GhKH— WHAT—"

"Fucking sucks if your eyes fail you, huh?"

"H-HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"You don't take senseis, right? Good luck on picking this up—"

"WAIT—"

But despite his request to 'wait', he actually used his first move by pretending to back away and then suddenly blocking off my right side—since I was holding my katana with my right hand—and it was then that he tried to aim for my feet like he would do to the dead.

However, blocking me off could only do so much because I fucking Sparta kicked his shield off his hands before I moved in and hit his chest with my katana's kashira or its pommel cap, making him unable to breathe for a few seconds.

Despite that, he was still wearing this damned nonchalant smile and he lunged at me again as soon as he got his breathing.