The son of a bitch Derrick hit me and I was thrown against the wall.
It hurts. I'm shielded, but it hurts a lot, damn it.
Fighting a machine is a huge disadvantage.
At that moment, it seemed the cliché of a fantasy world smiled at me.
In the sky, I saw a certain flying object.
It meant only one thing.
"My time for revenge has finally begun."
After crashing through the wall, I fell to the ground. I stood up, and Derrick was coming straight at me again.
I dropped both my weapons. He noticed and stopped for a moment.
"Be dazzled by the secret technique of the Bradford Household!"
Like a martial artist, I moved my hands in different directions while making strange kung-fu movements.
Derrick watched me intently, not understanding anything.
(Now!)
I stopped my arms and lifted my leg, bending my knee so it touched my leg and thigh.
Then, my arms moved in sync to form a magical shape with my fingers.
I closed my left eye.
(Take this, the ultimate secret technique of the Bradford Household!)
That's right. What my body was doing was the pinnacle of all visual destruction.
"Moe-Moe Kyun Power!"
Just like maids who make special poses to liven up their customers' meals, I did something similar to look for an opportunity to take his breath away.
Even the audience was left breathless, as everyone seemed painted white.
Since Derrick wasn't moving either, now I'd use my real ace.
"Thanks for the time bought, idiot~!"
Since this guy doesn't know what I did, it was easier for me to have concealed it.
While I seemed to be making a fool of myself, a large number of magic circles floated high above my head.
There aren't that many circles, but enough. Thanks to the suit, I can use magic formulas.
The circles materialized and all began to gather in my right fist.
I grabbed a sword with my left hand and, with my right hand as if performing a samurai technique, I slid my hand over the blade.
The glow of the magical power engulfed in it was fascinating.
It's time to attack.
"Now, you son of a bitch, eat this! Bradford Style: Demonic Slash!"
The edge shone a beautiful red like Alisa's eyes. Raising the sword, like the crack of a whip, a great wave of magical power was launched like a crescent moon toward Battler.
I know the blow can't kill or injure him, but it'll stun him for a few moments.
Battler crashed into the wall. Derrick didn't know what was happening. I approached him to say a few charming words.
"Hey, Derrick-chan, get up."
I didn't need to look to know I was making a very terrifying smile.
"The revenge game has just begun, hehehe."
In my previous life, some guys were bothering Erselica. She was a child and it seemed those guys had bad intentions.
I got angry, and when I told her to wait for me near a police officer, I took care of those guys in a secluded place.
I didn't want suspicious guys to approach her, but when I finished with them, I found her watching the whole situation.
I calmed her down and it seemed she developed a certain fear of my serious side.
Anyway, back to Derrick. He seems to have realized something weird happened.
"What... What the hell did you do, you son of a biiiiitch!"
Derrick stood up and ran to hit me. I laughed seeing how desperate he was.
"My, it seems the party has just begun. Well then, let's give Aster the show it deserves!"
I also ran towards him.
"People of Aster, let me show you the power of the Hero of the Kingdom of Altfode!"
Since I took the other sword, now I had two. Derrick lowered his axes and I slid under Battler's legs and hit him hard, making him fall.
Then, I made the same move again as he was just getting to his feet.
"Demonic Slash!"
Battler was hit with great power, but not just once. Several times.
"Demonic Slash!"
"Demonic Slash!"
"Demonic Slash!"
"Come on, my revenge has just begun, Derrick-chan~!"
I won't let you escape until I'm satisfied.
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"What the hell is going on?"
In the arena, the entire audience couldn't believe the scene before their eyes.
A human of flesh and blood was mercilessly attacking an armed unit.
Rudel was punishing Derrick, who had an armed unit. This was neither normal nor possible.
Rudel was against the ropes until just a moment ago, but now everything was in his favor.
There were even some people in the place applauding with admiration.
"Attacking an armed unit and not dying on the spot is possible!? Is such a thing possible? Is it some martial art? No, maybe it's some kind of unique magic they use in the kingdom?"
Malcolm stimulated his interest even while feeling shocked. Sara warned him.
"Focus on the duel."
"I know. But, this still doesn't change how disadvantageous the situation is."
But there was another concern.
Rudel wasn't wearing an armed unit, while Derrick was inside one.
The situation was still overwhelmingly disadvantageous for Rudel. Derrick had the advantage when considering the issue of stamina between the two.
Rudel was launching a magical power attack against Battler, but he wouldn't have any way to do anything since his opponent kept getting up and had no damage.
Sara was worried about Rudel.
"He has no way to end this."
Even if she wanted to declare Rudel the winner, Battler could stand up even after falling.
There was no decisive blow. She couldn't consider Rudel the winner as a witness to the duel.
She would be criticized if she declared him the winner in this situation.
Deep down, she wished the duel would be decided with a clear winner and loser; otherwise, it would complicate matters.
Malcolm turned his gaze to Sara.
"Sara, that's not the 'Rudel' you know."
Sara lowered her gaze when told that.
"... I know."
"Then, don't get too attached to him. He's a foreigner. Someday he'll return to his country."
"... You don't have to say it."
The situation was moving in an unexpected direction while the two witnesses spoke.
Baltort came running to Sara and Malcolm's position.
He looked extremely terrified. His face was sweaty with a serious expression.
"Sara-sama! Malcolm-dono!"
"Baltort-san? Did something happen?"
Baltort's appearance made Malcolm think Derrick might have done something again, but what actually happened exceeded his expectations.
"It's terrible! The Herring Household is under attack! They are in a state of war!"
"... What did you say?"
Malcolm looked at Sara in shock.
But Sara herself didn't know anything about it.
"Who the hell is attacking them? I never heard the situation had become so tense with any other country."
She couldn't think of any country that would attack them given the current international situation.
But, in reality, someone was attacking at this moment.
Baltort sent his gaze towards the arena. Battler, piloted by Derrick, was attacking Rudel, who repelled his attacks, which was unimaginable.
"I regret that I only have unconfirmed information, but the enemy is just a single ship from the kingdom. No, at this moment the ship is registered in the supreme kingdom."
Applause and cheers came from the audience seats every time Rudel repelled or hit Battler.
They clearly showed how bad their assessment of Derrick's usual behavior was.
"... Just one ship? Is Rudel-kun's ship ravaging the Herring Household?"
Baltort put his hands to his chin and said the information he had was still unconfirmed.
"I don't know if it's true or false. But, it's a fact that there is war in the Herring Household territory. I heard the combined fleet of Aster has been dispatched. So stop the duel and evacuate everyone from here."
Malcolm made a bitter expression.
"What the hell."
Schwert was ravaging the Herring Household territory.
The current owner of Schwert was Derrick.
Sara immediately tried to stop the duel.
"I can't watch this anymore. I'll stop the duel in my name."
"That's fine. Let's declare the suspension of the duel immediately."
Just as the two decided to stop the duel, they heard Derrick's furious voice from inside Battler in the arena.
"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME, THE GREAT DERRICKKK! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR REAL, YOU SON OF A BITCHHHHHH!"
The container on Battler's back opened and missiles were fired from there into the surroundings.
"... That guy!"
Sara, Malcolm, and Baltort were shocked by what Derrick did.
The missiles not only aimed at Rudel but also headed towards the audience seats. The shield enveloping the arena lit up powerfully but couldn't withstand the missile explosions and was destroyed.
The shield barely blocked the impact, but the smoke generated by the explosion filled the audience seats.
◇◇◇
Going back a bit in time.
When the duel began, Schwert, which was anchored in the port, began to move.
Derrick's henchmen, who noticed this, were perplexed by the movement but didn't see it as a problem.
"Who moved the ship without permission? Or was it an order from Derrick?"
A thuggish sailor, who had a headache from a hangover, yawned as he walked down the aircraft corridor.
The scenery outside the window was moving. He could see Schwert heading somewhere.
"But, still, where is everyone?"
He looked around but found no one.
He continued walking for a while before seeing a cylindrical-shaped robot floating.
The robots were the ones managing the aircraft, so the crews of this ship really didn't have to do anything and could take it easy.
The robot had a single eye with two thin arms attached. The robot had no legs and moved by floating. He didn't understand how it was doing that and didn't care. Then he saw the robot holding a broom in its hands.
The sailor kicked the robot as it approached.
"Hey, where are the others?"
The treatment of the sailors towards the robots was extremely horrible.
Normally, the robots wouldn't complain or resist even when treated like that.
But today was different.
The kicked robot turned its red eye towards the sailor.
"What? Show me the way now."
Then the robot lifted its broom and threw it at the sailor's head.
"Y-You damn! Are you challenging me, huh?"
The broom hit the sailor over and over. He unsheathed the short sword he had and prepared to attack the robot.
However, he felt something behind him and turned around.
"... Huh?"
There he found a robot even larger than the cleaning robots.
It lifted its large, thick arm before lowering it without hesitation, fading the sailor's consciousness.
◇◇◇
On the deck of Schwert.
Ixion was floating there. He gave instructions to the robots moving nearby.
"The mission has entered the final phase. The target is the Herring Household territory."
Derrick's subordinates were in the hangar. They were tied up and left lying on the floor.
Schwert was heading to the Herring Household territory, right to the center of it.
There was a fortress in the Herring Household. At this moment, Schwert was heading there.
However, an unfortunate patrol aircraft found Schwert when it was about to enter the Herring Household territory without permission. The patrol aircraft moved to block Schwert's path.
"Aircraft there, stop."
The patrol said that. Their tone was polite. Surely it was because of the household emblem of the Herring Household painted on Schwert's hull. Ixion recognized the voice speaking to them through a megaphone.
"... If the Master were here, he'd surely say something like 'oh, how nice to see you' at this moment."
The voice came from the admiral who inspected Schwert when it first entered Aster.
He was the man who insulted Battler, someone Ixion wanted retaliation against.
"Cannon."
The robots moved following Ixion's order.
Schwert's cannon fixed its target on the patrol and fired without warning.
The patrol aircraft was shot in its essential rear engine and couldn't move. It then slowly descended while bursting into flames. Ixion saw the crew escape from the ship one after another. The admiral from that time was the one who ran ahead and got into an emergency boat.
"Fire."
Ixion ordered to continue attacking indifferently. The boat boarded by the admiral was destroyed by Schwert's anti-aircraft fire. However, Ixion had calculated the height so the passengers wouldn't die, even if they fell.
The admiral was crying and screaming for help inside the falling boat.
But Ixion stopped his revenge there because "killing is not something normal people do," as Rudel said.
"Truly, it's a pain in my processor to ravage a place without human casualties according to the Master's foolish beliefs."
Schwert ignored the sinking patrol aircraft and continued moving within the Herring Household territory.
The remaining henchmen inside the aircraft heard the commotion and began violently banging on the bridge door where Ixion had arrived.
"Hey, what have you guys done?"
"That was over the top! Return the ship to port immediately!"
"Is this an order from Derrick!? ... W-What's with these things? S-Stop! Don't come here!"
Ixion ignored the noise Derrick's henchmen were making.
After Ixion entered the Herring Household territory, he began destroying important places, especially military installations.
The patrol aircraft immediately called their allies, and enemies were gathering one after another.
But they didn't attack because they saw the Herring Household emblem on Schwert.
Seeing the patrols, Ixion was...
"Fire."
Sinking them one after another.
He confirmed the aircraft fell to a place without people while transmitting voices through the amplifier so the patrols could hear.
"Gyajajaja, we are the strongest!"
"Hey, kill all of Derrick-sama's enemies!"
"Keep it up!"
Those were the voices of Derrick's henchmen.
Ixion had recorded their voices, analyzed them, and then edited them into words fitting for this situation.
Derrick's henchmen outside the bridge were nervous.
"H-Hey, what are you doing, guys?"
"Enough. Stop joking around!"
"Open the door!"
They must be thinking this wouldn't end as a simple prank at this rate.
But it was already too late.
A voice came from the patrol's amplifier.
"Bastards! Do you know what you're doing now? Prepare to fire! Don't do anything until reinforcements arrive!"
The patrol aircraft were going to fire, but Ixion had no duty to wait for them.
"Fall."
All the patrol aircraft sank after the cannons fired at them several times.
Then, the emblem of the sacred tree formed over Schwert began to grow vines and roots. It tried to destroy Schwert, which was moving against Derrick's will.
"What a slow reaction. Besides, do you really think you can stop me with this?"
Legless robots flew from Schwert.
Their hands held various things like flamethrowers or chainsaws. They burned and cut the vines and roots. And then bright lines pierced Schwert's hull.
Various lines on the hull emitted light that broke and erased the sacred tree emblem.
"Magic is inferior to science. Something like this can be destroyed anytime."
Ixion slowed Schwert's movement speed and began destroying important places while aiming for the Herring Household fortress.
"Now then, there's no problem around here. I wonder if the Master is doing well over there?"
◇◇◇
The surroundings were covered in missile smoke.
Derrick, watching from inside the cockpit, desperately moved the control lever.
"W-What the hell! I didn't do anything!"
Derrick didn't know Battler had missiles, and he also hadn't planned to attack the audience. He didn't care about the gossipers at all, but there were nobles among the audience, including Malcolm and Sara.
And not just that.
"... Why is my voice playing? I didn't say that."
His voice didn't reach outside from inside the cockpit. Instead, outside was...
"I'll blow you all away, pieces of trash!"
The voice of someone imitating him.
The smoke gradually cleared. From there, he could see many sacred tree emblems formed in the audience seats.
Those emblems weren't just Sara's. Other members of the Six Great Noble Households who came to watch the duel also immediately defended.
"N-No! That wasn't me! I didn't attack them!"
Derrick was tyrannical when facing someone of lower status, but when facing someone from another household or of higher status, he would back down... moreover, when there was more than one of those people, he wouldn't want to fight them, even if he still acted arrogant in front of them.
That was because he understood he'd be the one to lose if he fought someone of equal status.
"Gyhahahaha! All you bastards are trembling on your feet!"
And yet, the voice imitating Derrick was blatantly picking a fight with everyone here.
"Stop. Stop it!"
He kept shaking the control lever, but it suddenly locked in place.
An electronic voice began speaking inside the cockpit.
"The mission has entered the final phase."
"M-Mission? Hey, One-Eye! Are you listening? Obey my order! One-Eye, answer me now!"
In response to Derrick's shout, another voice, Ixion's voice, resonated inside Battler's pilot cockpit.
"... What do you want?"
"You son of a bitch, what the hell are you doing!? This piece of junk is moving on its own and causing trouble for the great Derrick! That's enough! Tell Malcolm and Sara the attack was this armed unit's fault! Tell them it wasn't my fault!"
"... Why should I?"
"Hah, Whaaat!?"
Ixion's response to him was cold as never before.
"Y-You useless servant! I'll scrap you when I get back. This armed unit too. It can't even kill that trash over there. This damn thing is splattering mud on the great Derrick's face!"
Derrick kept shouting and complaining that his inability to defeat Rudel was Battler's responsibility. Ixion told him.
"You are very mistaken."
"Whaaaaaat!?"
"My only Master is and will always be Rudel von Bradford."
"W-What are you...?"
"You were never my master from the beginning. Besides, the trash here is you. Did you really think I would accept you as my master willingly? I'd rather be defeated by Liam than serve you."
Derrick clenched his teeth and frowned. His expression became truly ugly from hatred.
"I'll never forgive any of you. I'll kill you all!"
Ixion said to the angry Derrick.
"It's impossible. You won't be able to kill the Master. You also won't be able to kill me. But, you were really useful for gathering information. My apologies, you're not a completely useless piece of trash."
"BAAAAAAAASTARD!!!"
Ixion gave his final words to Derrick.
"Accept the consequences for mocking my Master. His wrath will strike you since no one will be able to stop it."
"And Derrick, just between us, this will never get out and I won't record it. But I want you to know this..."
Ixion's voice said words that made Derrick's eyes widen, then his face filled with hatred.
"I'm glad I could tell someone. Now, let the show of the Kingdom's Hero begin."
The communication cut off.
Derrick cursed Ixion and Rudel with a scream before seeing Rudel standing in front of Battler with an unpleasant smile.
◇◇◇
The black smoke from the missile explosions was clearing.
I was taking a stance in front of Battler amid the clearing smoke.
"Derrick, you may be trash, but attacking the innocent audience is a vile and despicable act! In the name of the Kingdom's Hero, I will defeat you!"
The audience around us was running, trying to escape. Lucy shouted at me loudly, telling me to escape.
"Rudel-kun, run away! Derrick is not in his right mind. He's gone completely mad!"
That wasn't true.
Contrary to his words and behavior, that guy was really a coward, much more than me, in fact.
He harbored an ambition that didn't suit his caliber. Moreover, he was a man who could do nothing but torment the weak.
He unconsciously harbored an inferiority complex towards opponents of equal status. The reaction to that made him torment the weak to obtain a feeling of superiority.
Derrick was like any salaryman who bows to his boss and, when he leaves work, takes it out on someone or vents with alcohol. I know, because I went through that too.
Now, I no longer have to worry after coming this far.
It's time for the show of the hero defeating the villain to reach its climax.
Battler raised its axes.
"After I kill you and obtain the sacred tree sapling... I, the great Derrick, will become the absolute king of this country!"
The dirty voice that made such a shameless proclamation while laughing was none other than Derrick's voice.
I spoke to Battler, which was letting out that voice.
"I won't let you get away with it! Even if my body is torn apart, I will defeat you in the name of all the innocents you've hurt! Derrick, the time for your divine punishment has arrived!"
I said that line with a heroic expression. I blushed inside, but I think every child wanted to say something like that at some point.
But, of course, this was just a farce.
First of all, an armed unit in this world was like the equivalent of a flying tank in my previous life.
There was no way a human could fight such an opponent with bare hands alone.
He'd die without dirtying his feet.
That I could attack and repel Battler's attacks is because my swords are filled with magical power, plus they have a powerful magnet that, upon contact with Battler's body or weapons, would push them to the opposite side.
There were unexpected things, I'll just say, but it was all part of the plan. Normally, I wouldn't even think of participating in this kind of crazy battle.
I fought this battle because I could win it!
I'm a dirty cheater. My motto is and will always be. "I'm the kind of man who would never enter a fight without the possibility of cheating to win."
Would someone judge me for having my victory bought? To hell with that.
I'm the one facing the imminent danger. My ass is the one in peril.
It would be much more dangerous for me if Derrick had come with a normal armed unit.
Thank you very much for coming here riding Battler!
Sara shouted at Derrick to stop the duel.
"Derrick, that's enough! I can't allow this duel to continue beyond this. I'm declaring this match suspended by my authority as a witness of this duel!"
"Shut up, bitch! I'll violate you and then destroy your household, destroy anyone who goes against the great Derrick! I'm the human chosen to rule Aster, the kingdom of aristocratic supremacy! I'll also kill that son of a bitch and take the sacred tree sapling. No one can stop the great Derrick, gyahahaha!"
Sara showed an expression of surprise.
"... You, what do you think the oath to the sacred tree is?"
She must have been astonished that the duel progressed to this state despite being held under the oath of the sacred tree.
After hearing those words, even Sara was telling me to run.
"Rudel-kun, run from there, quickly!"
"It's too late! Die, you traaaaaash!"
"Let's finish this, Derrick!"
Battler ran towards me. I took a stance preparing to launch my fist, which was charged with magical power.
I could hear voices around me telling me to escape.
Aah~, all this support felt really warm.
Even though I was showered with boos when I was in my own country, the people of Aster supported me. How kind of them.
Battler swung its axes. It stabbed deeply into the ground.
"This is... the eeeeeennnnnnddddd!"
I dodged it, making it look easy, and jumped towards Battler's chest, punching the cockpit of the armed unit while shouting at the top of my lungs.
"Extreme Magic of the Bradford Style: Bomberman!"
A huge explosion occurred, enveloping the entire arena.
Battler was thrown into the wall and I to the other end. I got buried there.
The force shield was completely destroyed at that moment.
If Battler got up, I'd definitely die.
But it seems Derrick is stunned.
The audience seats fell into silence. I ran towards Battler amid that atmosphere and opened the cockpit hatch.
I found Derrick's face staring at me from inside.
"How dare you deceive— hibuh!"
My fist hit his ugly face.
"Derrick, now we'll have a duel without tricks!"
Derrick covered his mouth with tears coming from his eyes.
I grabbed his hair, pulled him out of the cockpit, and threw him to the ground.
"Let's fight man to man from now on!"
I showed him my face excited by the real show happening.
(The fun has just begun, Derrick-chan~.)
Derrick stood up and began a rather contemptuous complaint about me.
"You damn coward! You deceived me! A damn phony knight from a third-world country like you dares to dishonor the great Derrick, who is one of the Six Great Nobles chosen by the sacred tree! I'll never forgive you. I'll teach you what will happen to a mere human who tries to deceive a chosen human like me, the great— ugah!"
It seemed he would keep spewing shit, so I hit him. The glove of the suit Ixion prepared for me was a quality item that would prevent my fist from hurting even after hitting someone.
I have to thank him later.
Derrick covered his mouth with his hand and trembled as blood dripped from it.
Derrick's tooth fell to the ground.
"My tooth. MY TOOOOOTH!"
I opened and closed my fist while speaking to Derrick with a crescent moon-shaped smile.
"Don't worry, it won't just be a tooth, it'll be your entire booodyyyy that falls apart, hehehe, thank you for opening the curtain to the best show of my life. Magic is truly amazing. So, there won't be any problem in having you regenerated back to normal after being turned into a human meatball.
Derrick looked at me and pointed forward with his right hand.
The emblem on the back of his right hand began to glow.
"Oh? Are you going to use your emblem... the divine protection of the sacred tree? It seems you've forgotten the rule of this duel, huh?"
"Guh!"
As expected, even Derrick hesitated to break the rule of a duel held under the oath to the sacred tree.
"Now then, it's time to show off, so don't give up too quickly. Remember, you must put on a first-rate performance as the miserable villain you are.
"Y-You're going to hit me!? You won't get away so easily if you lay a hand on me! I'll kill your entire family and your country! I'll teach you what will happen when you make the Herring Household your enemy!"
"Ooh, how scary~."
"So you try to threaten me after getting me out of the armed unit you stole! I see the Herring Household are sore losers, or maybe all the great nobles are like that?"
The audience's reaction to Derrick's threat when cornered like this was completely cold.
Voices of contempt towards Derrick were heard from everywhere.
"Using his household's power when he's about to lose like this, he's truly scum."
"To begin with, I can't believe he loses to an unarmed human when he himself was in an armed unit."
"To lose like this..."
Derrick began to argue with everyone around him after hearing their comments.
"Shut up, pieces of trash! You damn trash, you incompetents! All of you can live in this country thanks to us, the Six Great Nobles! All of you, parasites and shitty insects, how dare you insult the great Derrickkkkk!"
The audience's reactions to Derrick's complaint were cold.
I put my hand on Derrick's shoulder, who was looking elsewhere, to turn him towards me. He sees my face showing a crescent moon.
"What are you... fugoh!"
Then I drove my right straight into his face.
Applause erupted right after that.
This guy, how hated is he?
My left hand grabbed his hair and my right hand hit him over and over.
I focused my blows around his mouth so he couldn't speak. The main course would be after that.
"Derrick, I won't tolerate this wicked act! Come on, fight like a man! Fight as a member of the Six Great Nobles! In the name of the Kingdom of Altfode, I will punish you for all your misdeeds!"
(Wahh~ that sounded corny. Erselica must be making a stupid face for sure.)
After hitting Derrick, I directed my gaze to where Erselica was.
Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you opening your mouth like a tunnel and why are your eyes blank?
The others are amazed, but why are you the only one petrified?
I returned my gaze to Derrick.
"You son of a biiiitch!"
Derrick came straight at me. It's obvious he's in terrible physical shape.
I dodged his left fist but let the right one hit me.
His strength is really weaker than a girl's. I think even Erselica can beat him.
As he was counterattacking, I brought my right fist to his stomach.
My hand sank into his stomach.
He spat saliva and then blood.
But I won't stop.
My anger and hatred have just begun.
My left fist flew to his face, but miraculously he dodged it.
He looked at me with a threatening gaze, his right fist heading towards me, I'll respond in kind.
I didn't move, but my left fist did.
Our fists collided. For a second, it generated a small shock wave that raised dust to the stands, but since my fist was stronger, Derrick's hand couldn't withstand it and I could hear a sound of something breaking while that same fist headed to his face, sending him flying a few meters.
It feels good.
I feel very happy hitting an arrogant son of a bitch like you who only knows how to spew shit.
I approached him as he slowly got to his feet.
"What's wrong? Try to counterattack!"
After several blows, Derrick's arrogant attitude gradually crumbled. He ended up saying weak words like "S-Stop!" "D-Don't hit me anymore" "I-I get it, I won't tell my family to get revenge, so..." and so on.
He must have little experience being hit until now because he hadn't been doing anything but tormenting the weak.
When I grabbed his hair, Derrick's face had become something extremely ugly.
"I-ihts mhy dhefeaht—."
It seemed he was trying to say something. It seemed he was trying to say "It's my defeat," but surely I was just hearing wrong, so I continued the duel.
"Are you saying you'll never surrender!? As expected of someone from the Six Great Nobles! Those guts of yours are truly worthy of respect. —Oraa!"
"Bwagh!"
When my front kick hit Derrick's stomach, his body folded easily into a "<" shape.
The academy also trained students in martial arts, but this guy was weaker than anyone I've ever faced before. I wondered if he was just playing.
He writhed in pain when my fist hit his stomach.
"S-Stop..."
"So you still won't lose even after this. That's amazing, Derrick! You're admirable even though you're a villain!"
Derrick seemed to think this beating would continue as long as he stayed on his feet. He allowed my next blow to send his body flying and he fell to the ground.
He reached out to the witness, Professor Malcolm, for help, but I immediately sat on his body and hit him.
"You think it'll end when you're lying on the ground? What a pity, I won't let it end here!"
I completely attacked his mouth so he couldn't proclaim his surrender. This caused the destruction of Derrick's front teeth.
He cried while covering his face with his arms, but I aimed my fist to screw into the space.
It was surprising that despite beating him unilaterally like this, there were only thunderous applause from the audience seats.
"How hated are you by everyone, huh? I never thought I'd be cheered so strongly when tormenting someone like this in a duel."
After saying that, Derrick spoke while crying.
"Plheahse, fhorghivhe mhe... I-I'vheh lohs."
"Please, forgive me, I, I've lost," Derrick said in a weak voice. But I hit him mercilessly again.
Even for me, I should feel pain in my heart after beating someone like him so unilaterally. But at this moment, my heart didn't even hesitate because this guy was my opponent.
"... What did you do to those who cried and begged for their lives until now? Your naive desire to be forgiven when you're the one begging for your life won't be granted here. Aren't you glad you've become a little humbler with this lesson?"
I said that and swung my fist at Derrick's nose.
The nosebleed spurted and splattered on me, but I didn't care and continued swinging my fist.
"Heavens, you're really a good guy! I don't feel guilty at all, even after hitting you so many times! On the contrary, doing this even makes me start to wonder if maybe I'm actually an ally of justice!"
If forced to mention a good point about Derrick, it would be his use as a sandbag that wouldn't make you feel guilty at all.
There was also applause from the audience. It made me feel that I was actually a hero.
Well, I am a hero!
"How about it? How does it feel to be on the receiving end of what you've done until now?"
Derrick answered my question with a weak murmur.
"Ih'l nhevehr fhorghiveh yoh..."
"I'll never forgive you." It seemed his heart still hadn't surrendered.
Far from that, this guy still had not the slightest intention to reflect on himself.
Amazing.
You're truly the perfect villain.
"Yes, that's right Derrick! Keep resisting just like that! The audience wishes to see the conclusion of this duel between hero and villain!"