I Will Kill The Author - Chapter 100: Despair [2]

5 minutes went by.

One after another, I threw a punch from the left, followed by a kick from the right, and finished with a knee thrust towards Quinn’s abdomen.

However, he skillfully predicted my movements and dodged them with ease, ready to make his own counters.

Despite his agility, Quinn couldn’t seem to gain the upper hand, and every so often, he would slip up and fail to dodge my attacks.

This was one of those times.

I balled my left fist, enforced it with mana and threw it straight at Quinn’s solar plexus.

However, he must’ve anticipated that move since he quickly twisted his body to the side and evaded it.

Unbeknownst to him, it was a feint. If he had been in top condition, he would’ve seen it.

I straightened my right palm like a sword and thrusted at Quinn’s throat, hitting him directly in his Adam’s Apple.

Thwack—!

“Khuuk!!”

Thwooom—!!

Immediately, with a small burst of energy, I connected a solid kick across Quinn’s face, causing a contained explosion to erupt that amplified the pain he felt.

“Khaaa!”

I didn’t stop there, however.

I grabbed his head by his hair and continued to mercilessly thrash punches after punches at his face, giving him no time to recover.

Thwack—!!

Thwoom—!!

Thwack—!!

Thwoom—!!!

I continued to use Mana Burst at a small stage whenever I landed a hit which caused small eruptions to occur every time my attacks connected.

It increased the damage and made it harder for Quinn to defend himself, concussing him with every hit.

In no time, Quinn’s body went limp and his eyes became unfocused. I let go of his hair and let him fall back flat on the ground.

Without a shred of mercy, I mounted on top of him and pinned his body down.

His face was bruised and his eyes swollen. I think I broke one or two of his teeth too.

This still wasn’t enough, however.

I needed to make sure he would never even think about going against me in the future.

“Ignis Rotaem!”

I chanted in High Elven and raised my hand. On top of my palm, a fireball quickly materialized.

I poured mana into it and the color of the bright red fireball changed to blue.

I brought down my hand and Quinn widened his eyes. He crossed his hands over his face to defend his vitals but I hit him in his chest.

Booom—!!!

“Khuaaa!!”

The fireball exploded as soon as it connected with his chest, causing Quinn to violently cough up blood.

He summoned a dagger from his smart bracelet into his right hand. Mustering up what little strength was left in his body, Quinn swung it at face.

But before he could deal a hit, I grabbed his hand. “You’re still resisting?”

I tightened the grip on his hand. “Stay down, Quinn. Submit and I might show you mercy.”

As I said that, I kept tightening my grip on his hand until it made a crackling sound.

Crack—!!

“Arghhhh!” through gritted teeth, Quinn let out a scream as the bones in his hand cracked.

“You see now, Quinn?” I said while raising my hand again and casting the fireball chant. “It’s me who you should fear. Remember this moment Quinn. Remember when you were below me, quivering in fear as I kept striking you. Engrave this into your soul.”

Quinn widened his eyes in terror again as he saw me bringing my hand down to hit him with a blue fireball again.

Boom—!!!

Of course, I didn’t stop there. I kept spamming fireballs.

Explosions erupted again and again as the fireballs struck his chest. Of course I didn’t forget to hit him in the face.

What? I detest handsome guys. Only I should be allowed to possess a handsome face.

Boom—!!!

Boom—!!!

Kaboom—!!!

“L-Lucas…”

I only stopped spamming fireballs when I heard an alluring, almost soothing voice ring in my ears.

I sighed and turned around to look at Amelia. She had a concerned look on her face.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, “What?”

“He… He’ll die at this rate,” she replied in a worried tone.

“What?” I replied absurdly. “This guy? Nah. Now way. You have no idea how strong he is. I don’t even think he’s capable of dying– What? Why’re you pointing at him?”

With a finger pointed at Quinn’s body being pinned down below me, Amelia responded, “Just look at him.”

As my eyebrows furrowed into a frown, I turned my attention to Quinn.

“…..”

And I was left speechless.

His eyes were rolled back as a terrified look was plastered on Quinn’s face. His mouth was agape, quivering and clothes were burnt to rags. Only wounds and bruises were visible on his body.

I won’t lie but he truly seemed to be on the verge of death.

Oh boy.

I think I went a little overboard.

But all I did was give him a little beating and strike him with some exploding balls of fire.

Albeit my physical stats were significantly higher than him so every punch I threw at him must’ve hurt like hell.

Not to mention, I poured a lot of mana in the fireballs I struck him with too.

Well, it’s his fault anyway.

Quinn thought he had lured me into a trap but it was actually the other way around.

If instead of underestimating me, he’d used his full strength to beat me from the start, I don’t think I would’ve stood a chance.

If he had even fought me using all his summoned shadow slaves, he could’ve easily subdued me.

But as I said, in the end, thinking that he could easily defeat me was his biggest mistake.

After witnessing all that I could do during our battle in the mock war, he should’ve been more cautious of me.

But anyway, everything went according to my plan more or less.

I made him think that he had won until the very last moment. I made him think he was the one hunting me.

But just when everything was about to go his way, I showed him that he could never win again. I let him know that it was me who was hunting him.

I showed him despair.

Now every time when he would even think about going against me in the future, he’ll remember this moment.

He’ll remember how futile it is to fight me.

Sighing again, I got up and threw a small glass bottle Amelia. “That’s a healing potion. Apply this on him.”