The Extra is Too Strong - Chapter 1058



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Extras are too strong 1058

Light and light intersect.

They intersect, intersect, and intersect again, creating a dazzling trajectory.

And those who drew it were already bumping into points off those trajectories.

‘Yes. This is it.’

Iron Fist laughed.

My head is pounding with excitement, my heart is pounding like crazy, and joy spreads through me.

‘The only one who can quench the thirst of one who has climbed to that endlessly wide height like the sky is someone else who has climbed to the same height!’

Woo Moon-seop and Dal-si were clearly surprising opponents.

They tired and provoked Iron Fist, but that was it. They never pushed Iron Fist to his limit.

Only another master of insensibility can truly satisfy a master of insensibility.

Iron Fist confirmed that fact once again.

Having become a condemned person and reached a state of insensibility, he felt his peak as a martial artist when he faced off against a master of the same insensibility.

When I fought Hargtion Yerim of Buknuri in the past, I felt sorry for Iron Fist.

Because she was blatantly avoiding a fight and was focused on buying time until the moment when both sides had no choice but to back down.

Of all the enemies still existing in this world, she was the only one he believed could reach the peak, and he longed to one day have an unstoppable fight with her.

‘It’s not needed anymore.’

But today, Iron Fist knew that the heavens had prepared a fight for him to the limit.

Mord.

A martial artist who is not only indifferent but can also compete for the title of best martial artist in the world.

You’ve met such a fateful opponent, and you’re telling me to back down because the situation is unfavorable?

That’s nonsense.

It was like telling someone who had wandered in the desert for ten days and nights without a sip of water to turn down the spring right in front of him and run away.

“Hahahahahaha!”

It was a close fight.

-Sky fist!

Mord’s fist, transcending the continuity of space and time, strikes him.

But Iron Fist countered with a kick, crossing his arms and lifting them up.

Bullwht!

Mord blocked it with his abs sticking out, as if he had expected it.

And in that attached state, the two reconcile with light and intersect again.

“Coolook… … .”

Iron Fist staggered, spitting out blood.

The damage was obvious in the Aura workshop.

Mord wasn’t all right either. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

But Mord only flinched for a moment, and quickly recovered his composure.

-Thunderclap!

A fist coming down from above aimed for Iron Fist’s head.

Iron Fist quickly raised both hands to block the impact, but was unable to completely dissipate it. As both feet dug into the ground, the surrounding ground burst into a circle.

Dismissed!

But Morddo flinches and cannot add any more blows.

Because at that moment, a blow delivered by Aura’s transfer caught Mord’s ankle and broke his posture.

At the same time, the iron fist dug into Mord’s arms and struck repeatedly.

Tupapapapa!

Instead of pushing away the opponent, a series of attacks that generate gravitational force at the point of impact and pull them in!

Since it was a combo attack that focused on speed rather than power, it couldn’t penetrate Mord’s aura armor with one hit. However, when he hit the place that had been shaken by the first hit again, the aura armor was penetrated and the damage started to reach his body.

“Ugh… … !”

Mord braced himself by tightening his abdominal muscles and brought his fist down.

But at that moment, Iron Fist released the force that was holding Mord back, grabbed his unbalanced arm and collar, and delivered a powerful carry-over.

He can carry and throw people much bigger than him without any hesitation and is as fast as lightning!

Kwaaaaang!

Mord was thrown to the ground.

A shock so great that you can see stars for a moment.

“I, really… … .”

However, Iron Fist, who had successfully completed a powerful carry-over, stumbled backwards and almost fell on his butt.

“He’s just a guy who doesn’t know how to take it.”

There was a fist stamp on his chest.

Mord struck him in the chest with his other arm, which was not caught at that moment.

Gugugugugugu… … !

And the earth trembled, and Mord rose up.

Iron Fist was dumbfounded when he saw that sight.

‘This guy, how strong is his body?’

Because Mord didn’t seem to be affected much.

He may have been pretending to be fine, but it was clear that at least he hadn’t suffered any serious injuries that would have broken any bones.

“He certainly deserves to be acknowledged as the best in the world by the god of war.”

Mord expressed his honest feelings.

“But you understand? If this continues, you’re the one who’s going to die.”

“… That seems likely.”

Iron Fist couldn’t deny that.

‘The difference in physical durability is too great. My fists are made of iron, but this guy’s entire body is like iron… ‘

The battle so far has been a close one.

However, even when hitting the same number of times, the damage from Iron Fist was greater than from Mord. This was because Mord’s body was much stronger.

‘Haha, the advantage I gained against Woo Moon-seop is now turning into a disadvantage for me. Heaven, you are truly cruel.’

Mord asked.

“I’m curious at this point. You must have known it was a disadvantage, so why didn’t you run away?”

Iron Fist had two clear chances to get away.

When Mord was collecting the fallen Darcy, and when he pushed Mord far away to give him a chance to catch his breath.

Even if he didn’t know the first time, he would have already calculated in his head the second time that he was at a disadvantage.

And that as a result of that unfavorable fight, you could face a true end, one that is different from anything you’ve experienced so far.

Still, Iron Fist did not run away. He did not show any fear.

Iron Fist snorted.

“Even so, I am a commander. Can a commander run away alone in the middle of a battle?”

“Even so, in this situation, and if the enemy is me, wouldn’t running away be the right decision?”

“Hahaha, I think I know how it feels when people get annoyed and say I’m arrogant. I really am arrogant… but I can’t deny it, so it’s annoying.”

The Iron Fist laughed heartily and said.

“My strong opponent has always been my best teacher.”

It was a life where he learned only from his enemies. Some might call it a miserable and sad life, but Iron Fist was proud of his life.

Born into this world, I grew up fighting against all kinds of evil without even receiving love from my parents.

All I have accumulated in life is what I have learned from dealing with evil, but even so, I have been able to use my power to benefit the world and be praised as a warrior by all, so how could I not be proud?

“I have always lived with the determination that I would be willing to die if I woke up in the morning. No one can break my determination.”

Even if the great one who gave the condemned man grace comes, he will not be discouraged.

“If you have not been ashamed while you have lived, you will not be ashamed when you die. If you were not ashamed when you died as a sinner, you will be ashamed when you die as a condemned person.”

“Iron Fist.”

There was reverence in Mord’s eyes as he looked at him.

“It’s a shame I never met you when you were human.”

“Isn’t it enough that we have met like this today and are sharing life and death instead of drinking? My teacher, Mord.”

“All I can do is give you a satisfying death.”

“I see. You haven’t used up all your strength yet, have you? There must be something hidden.”

“There is, but it is not needed here.”

Mord declared.

As Iron Fist pointed out, Mord didn’t put in all his effort in fighting him.

The power to make up for the lack, the power of the relics that Iron Fist has difficulty dealing with, or the power of the world fragments.

From the time I first took off my Graduma, I put everything aside and fought only as a martial artist and a martial artist.

“In order to leave no room for excuses for your death, I will completely destroy the reputation of the best swordsman in the world with just my two fists.”

“That’s really touching. I really like it.”

The surrounding noises began to die down, as if they had noticed the tension between the two and were holding their breath.

The first to move was Mord.

He approaches, sliding and breaking the sense of perspective, and throws a punch.

Bam!

The moment Iron Fist tries to kick it away, Mord’s fist is retrieved, just touching his defense.

And with just one stride, he dug inward.

‘what?’

But no matter how you look at it, this action is foolish. Isn’t it like giving up your blind spot to the opponent and giving up your right to attack?

If it’s this blatant, it can’t help but be a trap.

But I can’t imagine what kind of trap it would take to exploit this loophole.

When presented with this choice, Iron Fist always chose to attack.

Dingding… … .

The ripples spread and the sound of strings being plucked echoed.

And then the hand of the iron fist gently pushed away Mord’s defense and skimmed across his chest.

-Ghost killing!

It was the technique that passed through Mord’s auror armor and tore through his flesh.

The technique, which reached its target point with such perfection that it was almost absurd, tore Mord’s body apart.

It should have been so.

‘no?!’

The iron fist that should have smoothly passed over my body was caught by a strange frictional force.

“I’ve seen that technique once.”

Mord said coldly.

At the same time, a powerful left fist flew in and struck Iron Fist’s right arm, which he quickly raised.

Bam!

Iron Fist’s intention to jump back and deflect the shock was blocked, as his hand was caught on Mord’s chest and would not fall.

His right arm, unable to absorb the shock, was broken.

At the same time, Mord transforms into light.

‘ah.’

The Seven Senses, which perceive the outside of space and time, inform Iron Fist of what Mord is doing.

-One step back!

His attitude of taking a step forward and exposing his weakness is now back to being a lie.

The posture in which he returned like that, skipping the intermediate process, was the best posture for delivering a punch to Iron Fist, whose right arm was broken at this moment, and that fist had explosive power gathered, skipping the intermediate process of gathering strength.

-Break the mountain!

Bernas’s one-shot that unleashes the strongest destructive power in a straight line.

Mord’s fist, which had reached hypersonic speed in an instant, struck Iron Fist’s heart.

Kkwang!

A beat later, a loud explosion rang out and Iron Fist’s body flew away.

* * *

“… … .”

It felt like time had stopped for a moment and then started again.

“… That’s cool.”

Iron Fist realized that he had died standing up.

A large hole was made where the heart had been. The cursed ashes that made up the body had lost their cohesion and were slowly scattering and flying away.

Is it because he is a condemned person that he can maintain consciousness and speak in this state, or is it because he is a master of insensibility who can control even a corpse-like body as long as his thoughts continue?

Either way, I felt grateful.

“Perfect insight. Yes, it was an inexcusable defeat, just as you said.”

Because he could pay tribute to the great warrior who had instilled in him his defeat and his final teachings.

I was given insight.

That was his downfall.

Mord had a perfect understanding of him from the fight up until just now.

Even the seemingly reckless traps were actually bait thrown because he knew which action he would choose from the options, and he controlled the distance and posture to limit the techniques that Iron Fist could use.

Even if Iron Fist had chosen a technique other than Guishal, he would have prepared a corresponding response.

It is a complete and utter defeat that cannot be justified or rationalized.

‘I see. So this is the feeling I was longing for back then.’

The end of being human comes to mind.

At the first moment of death, all he felt was regret and despair.

That was the defeat that Lee Hong-hwa gave him.

A brutal hunt where neither the burning of one’s skills as a warrior nor the protection of what one wishes to protect are permitted.

‘Maybe it was this foolishness that kept me here.’

A strong attachment that had been lingering in my subconscious even after I became a condemned person, something I had not realized until now.

That foolishness may have been the reason why he fiercely challenged himself even though he was aware of the death right before his eyes.

“Thank you, new world leader. I am satisfied with this death.”

Iron Fist grinned and held out his fist. Mord also held out his fist and lightly clashed them.

“I wish you good luck in battle.”

He closed his eyes and stood up without falling, smiling as he turned to countless ash.

Finally, when his body completely disappeared, his soul, without a vessel, was led into the inner world of Mord.

“… … .”

Mord, who had been watching the place where he had disappeared for a moment, spoke as if telling a story to his soul that had returned to being human through death.

“Iron Fist, your skills will live and breathe within me and will be the nourishment that saves this world. I will make you proud of that fact, for sure.”

As Iron Fist said of Mord, he was his teacher, and Mord also learned a lot from him. With today’s experience, he will be able to grow even further.