73 – Love fight(?)
Under the warm sunlight that may turn into a killer ray at any moment.
The brown palate with healthy legs stood out sharply aiming at my side.
-Chack!
I didn’t put a bet on it, but the air screamed as if surprised by the kick that flew in a graceful curve.
A small gust of wind blew along its trajectory, pressurizing me.
“After!”
-Perong!
I also responded head-on by counterattacking with a reverse axis, and before my feet even touched, the rushing air collided with a small explosion.
“Hey… At this rate, Theseus should be worth trying 1v1, right?”
“Huh…!”
A combat and martial arts class that I attended properly in almost a week.
Originally, the class that should have been held at Ares’ Colosseum was canceled because of Hercules and I.
The class was moved and was being held at the tactical field in Athena.
Aside from the basic framework, the heroes in this class were not trained separately in the military style, as they each had electronic martial arts or martial arts that they had learned and mastered so far.
As soon as I showed up in the classroom, especially martial arts class, after a week, I ran to Hercules and Theseus, saying they were right.
Atalanta, who rushed at me faster than they did, like a gust of wind, took the player away, and they were fighting each other hard from the side.
It was probably because Atalanta’s momentum was so terrifying that even in the eyes of the two of them, I was convinced that if I stopped Atalanta from dragging me by the wrist, I would definitely not be able to see a good one.
‘Honestly, I was wrong.’
I put everything else aside for the past week and stuck in the studio with Hestosias, immersed in making the gayageum.
I was so preoccupied with that one thing that I couldn’t even talk to Atalante or Neri properly.
To be honest, as soon as the class started, I was worried about whether I should hit the head first or beg for a mistake when I saw Atalante running towards me with sparks flying out of my eyes.
As I expected, Atalanta rescued the Toma Ball from my image and gradually made it her own.
The Sangdan Hoechukgak that attacked me earlier, the Danjeon that would have been difficult to naturally occur in this land without internal energy, or the Kwon and Capital aiming for the circulation of the energy and vein.
The framework was still in the form of Greek martial arts, but the contours of the fighting game were gradually showing.
Unbeknownst to me, I was dealing with the same throwing ball and slowly fixing Atalante’s Greek throwing ball.
“Hi-yap!”
As her attacks were blocked several times, Atalanta instantly lowered her stance and attacked me, aiming for my lower end.
Greek wrestling Pankration’s catching posture reminiscent of a hunting leopard.
The ancient Greek pankration, which shows more flexibility and practicality than modern mixed martial arts, was quite powerful in my eyes.
Even the strength of Atalanta wrapped around my waist in an instant made me shudder as the opponent I was casting the technique on was Atalanta.
“Oops.”
It was a while to be startled by the arms that were clasping my waist in an instant, and the soft female body and curves that I could feel through the thin fabric.
“hehehe…!”
Atalanta smiled contentedly like a leopard snatching the neck of its prey.
That smile was like that of a satisfied beast.
Because only those eyes were burning so fiercely that they reminded me of an angry goddess.
Atalante knows that too.
If I put my mind to it, I can easily solve and get out of these simple wrestling catching techniques.
However, those ruby eyes said that if it slipped away like that, the pankration joints and takedowns would make it look like just a lover’s prank.
‘…More than my karma.’
Even as a person who has never been in a proper relationship either way, I knew instinctively that if I avoided this, I would suffer greatly later.
The reason why Atalanta started fighting with me without hesitation in the first place is probably because she didn’t even show her face properly to herself for the past week and was stuck in Hestosias’s workshop.
Just like couples in morning dramas quarreling and relieving anger, they must have bumped into me directly and tried to resolve the core in their hearts.
Her darn unmanned soldier did so, and when her familiar martial arts flowed clumsily from her, she struck back with the same skill.
From her Atalante’s point of view, it would seem that I was teasing her gently after leaving her unattended for a week.
“Ahhhhh!!”
That’s why.
She just stayed still because she wanted to take off Atalante’s attack this time with her body and hit her…
“Uh…?”
A soft and whimsical female body wrapped around me, and I realized something was wrong with my vision that turned over in an instant.
It’s dangerous.
This is really dangerous.
In Moorim, I have been telling younger juniors that I have to be careful with the elderly, women, and children.
A girl, an Atalante who learned by stealing the essence of Toma-gong, not by hiding it.
To allow an attack?
Healthy brown skin entangled my vision and whole body.
As those beautiful hands and legs of hers lassoed my neck and limbs, her instincts gave off a frantic emergency alarm, bellowing, banging, whining.
“Hey, Atalanta over there. I’m sorry for all this…”
“Hey!”
I delayed my apology because of the ominous feeling, but this beautiful little hero snorted at him cutely.
I started twisting my neck and shoulder joints.
“Quaaa!!”
What did I say when I saw this healthy brown-skinned female hunter?
A leopard?
Ha, nonsense, it was a long time ago.
She was a snake.
That wasn’t even a venomous or stinging venomous snake, but a huge hydra that twisted an elephant into chunks of meat and swallowed and digested a person in one bite.
“Now, come, apologize?”
“Ah, wait, Atalante, aaa!!”
I accepted the attack with a light heart, thinking that if I greeted him until he felt relieved, his anger would be relieved and he would listen to one more word when he made an excuse later.
This was a lot more painful than I thought, no, it was incredibly painful.
“Tap tap! Tap!!”
“What nonsense!!”
This is really dangerous, but it’s not a level that can be beaten lightly…
-Woodduddak!
“Wow!”
Wooddak? It’s not even loud, is this the sound coming from your throat?
A sound like this can come from the human body?
I struggled with the unbearable pain, forgave me, struggled to live, and tried my best to somehow drop Atalanta.
Every time that happened, Atalante reminded me of a snake climbing her tree, and she swiftly climbed over my body and began to bend every joint that her hands and legs touched.
“I know how much I was worried!”
“Wrong… I tried my best!!”
Broken here and there, the pain was so intense that I wondered if my brain was also being broken.
‘I…Was I this weak…?’
No, but how many battlefields have I been through and how many crises have I almost died?
This beautiful girl’s wrestling skills make you tear up like this?
Is Atalante’s martial arts talent that strong?
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Or…
“Ah…Aagh!”
“If we catch up to talk, he just walks away saying he’s busy.
Do you know how much I was teased when I didn’t even come to class and went to the dormitory and was caught by the gatekeeper Centaur!?”
Ah, come to think of it.
Since I became this body, I have never been hit properly or attacked directly.
Whether it was Artemis or Hercules, even if they fought, they shared the sum in a situation where they were almost equal.
There are only a handful of direct attacks that I’ve learned from each time, such as dodges, evasions, and counterattacks…
‘Ah… I see.’
No matter how thorough your enlightenment is and how high your achievements are counted on your body, that realization and achievement have not raised your level of physical strength.
No matter how harsh and painful the memory of the soul was.
This body is a young body that has never been hit by a knife and has never had a bone come out.
“Quaaa!!”
‘For now, let’s get out. Let’s think so.’
Toughness is toughness, and getting out of this electrifying twist hell was the first thing.
First of all, I couldn’t do anything in this state, so I tried to solve Atalante’s Cobra Twist somehow with the power of a bet, even if it wasn’t until the new demon.
“Huh? This…”
Atalanta, who was holding my whole body tightly, tilted her head as if something was wrong, and I had to feel some sort of trepidation.
“Ah, Atalanta?”
Atalanta, who was holding my neck and head with both hands and my arms and body with both legs, suddenly changed his posture.
I got into the name bar armbar position, holding my neck and chest with both legs and my arms with both arms.
“Like this?”
Then, the two senses of beauty, full of health, coiled around my chest like a snake, and began to block the whole air vein in the middle of the middle of the day, which was about to spread out into the limbs.
“!?!?!”
Damn it.
It was clear.
As I was in the middle of receiving Qigong and New Techniques from Destruction Demon and Suramazon and started to deal with bets and developed my confidence in the middle of it, the Mu Guk Toma suddenly attacked me and said I didn’t like that face.
Hell’s Arthritis. Internal slaughter was evident.
Befitting its straightforward and simple name, this articulation technique is simple yet powerful.
It is a technique that grasps the opponent’s veins while in contact and twists them.
A joint technique with a crazy idea of grasping the flow of energy and veins that occurs almost at the time of the flow of thought and twisting it from the root.
Theoretically, it is close to invincibility, but it was possible to imitate it only with the crazy sense that captures the flow of energy and the reflex speed of the beast that reacts to it.
Even I learned this only after passing through the rare climax of surviving after dying hundreds of times.
Because if I couldn’t, it would be death.
But what and how much did Atalanta steal from my image?
The whole Moorim flagship and the crazy articulation that terrified the rising masters were now being demonstrated to me.
‘Asura, Hera, Hermes, damn it, anyone!!’
What the heck is this martial arts madman trying to bully me even though it’s been hundreds of years since he died?
No, my mental world, my image, my f*cking realization, what kind of resentment do I, the original owner, have to give such a monstrous technique to a legendary female hero in mythology…
“Huh? Are you out of your mind?”
“Quaaa!!”
Three beats of fear—muscles screaming, bones wailing, and blood fainting—brought me out of my thoughts back into reality.
…It was all my karma.
* * *
Since when?
Unbeknownst to her, Atalanta suddenly found herself performing a rare skill she had never mastered.
Pangkration is neither boxing nor a martial art with bizarre movements that use all limbs.
Unlike the clunky movements that are just reflexive, those movements were so realistic that they deserved to be called martial arts, and showed power beyond imagination.
A bizarre martial art that has increased its power even more in the one-on-five fight that started with the fight between Dan Apresia last time and the fight between the vice-captain and his faction that had been tirelessly attacking for the past week.
Its origin is unknown, but Atalanta was focusing more and more on a very powerful martial art, doing everything she could to sharpen her teeth.
I didn’t think this would apply to Dianes.
It was Dianes who even Hercules had never been able to land an effective hit with martial arts.
That’s why I show up again in class after a week.
I was stuck in a workshop without a word of explanation, and then I asked for a sparring as a way of venting my anger on him who finally appeared.
Atalante said that she was indignant at the certainty that she would not be able to feed even a single blow to that hateful yet lovely face.
And, as expected, none of her martial arts, which she honed through all sorts of battles and training during the week that Dianes was locked up in the studio, didn’t work for him.
Even bizarrely, it is the same counterattack with a martial art that is similar to her movements, no, with a much higher degree of perfection.
Atalanta fell in love with that figure once again …. No, she tried to flare up once again.
I wanted to release the anger and sadness accumulated in her heart through this confrontation, like any other couple in love.
Because that was the dialogue and method of the heroes.
However, the other person was so far away that neither such a conversation nor means could work.
‘Ha…’
Even if you fell in love, say you’re a princess of a certain kingdom, or say you’re a talented fighter.
He was beyond the gap in her that no matter how much she hung on, he could never bridge it.
Realizing that fact all over again, Atalanta rushed at Dianes with a heart that told her to do whatever she could, feeling the sadness and resentment that were difficult for her to express.
Perhaps he read her mind, Dianes gave in too easily.
‘Ii Ik!!’
Seeing her intentionally looking after her as if she were comforting a child, Atalanta became even more venomous.
She said she used the pankration articulation, which normally she would never use, but which wouldn’t work so well with Dianes.
Her main skill, the articulator, would break her neck and break her limbs in an instant, so she told her never to use it during sparring unless Asclepius would kill her.
If it was Dianes, she would somehow block it. She bet her technique in desperation…
But what?
Technology went well beyond my imagination.
“Aagh! Tap tap! Tap!”
Dianes screamed as he was crushed beneath him.
The lover who seemed to be across the gap she could never reach, lay begging for mercy in her own hands…
‘Oh…?’
A wall that can never be crossed, a lover who is too far away.
The black hero who was the object of love as a lover, but also the goal and envy as a hero.
To think that Dianes, who looked strong, beautiful, and mighty, was struggling, begging for mercy at his own hands.
Her hair, as fine as the night sky, swayed in her own arms, and her beautiful black jade eyes, wet with her tears, begged her for her mercy.
My spine tickled and my heart started pounding with a strange feeling of pleasure.
Sadism and pleasure soar from the tenderness of her lover whom she thought she would never be able to overcome.
The feeling of being poisoned made Atalanta begin to entangle Dianes even more.
But even that, for a moment, showed signs of slowly slipping out of her hands, as soon as Dianes could catch his breath.
‘No..!’
Just a little bit.
She wanted to enjoy this feeling just a little longer.
I wonder if this is how Bellerophon felt when he held the reins on the rough and beautiful Pegasus head.
Atalanta did everything in her power to hold on to her Black Beast, who was trying to escape her grasp, even for a moment.
Then, suddenly, a strange feeling came over his hands and legs that were holding his neck and chest.
So, faster than Atalanta could feel her doubt, her body changed its posture in an instant, and her two legs wrapped around the center of the flow, Dianes’ chest, with both legs.
Then she presses and twists with all her might where she feels that tingling sensation…
“!??!?!?!”
It was a success.
Dianes, who was trying to get out of her arms, sank in an instant, and entrusted her body to her again.
‘…hehehe’
This moment.
This elusive lover belonged exclusively to Atalanta.
Damn… she literally stole his enlightenment and realizations for martial arts.
Bruhh