My King System
Chapter 234 - Quick

Right before the leader of the guards which were responsible for protecting GNE's base could move away from his punch, Batol quickly activated his ability which caused a slight change in time where Batol alone would be able to move for just a moment and I turn change the course of his punch to where the leader of the guards was moving. As such, it didn't matter how well the guard's movements were, Batol's punch would be guaranteed to land every single time it was thrown as his ability directly influenced the course of which the battle would go.

"Now I know I'm not seeing things. There's no way that he was able to hit me. I clearly remember dodging the punch yet I still feel it's effects on my face. How is this even possible?" the guard asked himself while feeling the right cheek of his face which was where Batol's punch had landed. In doing so, he could feel the warmth of his skin which confirmed that he had indeed been punched. All that didn't make sense was how.

The reason for the guard's confusion was because he didn't see any special effects going by that would indicate a use of an ability. For example, if the user's ability was fire control like Yuki, flames would be spread out in all directions. On the other hand if it was ice control it would cover the battlefield in ice. It could even range in many different varieties such as an ability which would turn the user's skin into steel. All of them would have an indication of their use and what they specifically did..

However, for Batol, it was much different as even after he announced that he would activate his ability, it didn't specifically show what he was doing.

"Let's see. If he's not messing with me and is actually using his ability, it could be quite troublesome. As of now, my current theories include him being able to teleport his punch in the last second so that it makes contact. Another theory could be that his body is always shown to others to be moving as an after image. He might even be able to go invisible. All of these theories sound good but they don't fit him. There's no point in just thinking about it, I should just test these theories out while I think of other possible solutions," the guard said to himself before quickly backing away from Batol before changing straight in to try to land a punch on his own using his left arm.

"So he's left-handed? That's pretty cool, although that won't help him in this fight," Batol said to himself before bringing out both of his arms to block the guard's punch with ease.

"How foolish of you! You fell directly for my trap!" the guard announced before quickly bringing in his right arm to punch Batol while holding a sinister grin on his face.

"Damn, I shouldn't have let my guard down. Now I look like an embarrassment in front of the clan leader. I've got to make this right," Batol said to himself before once again activating his ability.

Using his ability, Batol was able to easily dodge an attack which the guard was planning to do with his right arm.

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"I see, so it's some sort of teleporting attack. If it was the afterimage ability I theorized before, my punch would have simply passed through his body. But now that I know that his ability is one which allows him to teleport, all I have to do is simply make him overuse it. Soon, he'll be out of stamina which is when I'll be able to attack him with all my power. This is just a game to see who's going to last the longest," the guard said to himself now that he believed that his battle with Batol would be a walk in the part for him.

Without asking another question, the guard began to punch Batol an endless amount of times so that Batol would be forced to use his ability again and again so that he wouldn't get hit by the guard.

Unfortunately for Batol, he wasn't given a chance to rest as the guard's plan was working. With every other punch, Batol was forced to use his ability as it was impossible to block both of the guard's punches. The reason being that if Batol didn't use both his forearms to block, one of the hands or even two of them could slip from Batol's block and still him. To avoid an event such as that, Batol used both his forearms to block the first punch and then his ability to dodge the second one. As such he would sustain no damage but would still exhaust himself.

"It's only a matter of time before your body gives out on you, just give up now and accept defeat and maybe your punishment might be less severe," the guard offered as he began to observe the glory. 

"Give up?!" Batol asked as he got extremely furious. He wasn't going to allow himself to be made as the weaker person in the battle. To Batol, he had assumed that it was clear that he was planning for something. However if the guard thought that Batol was the weaker one, that must have meant that was what Yuki and the others thought as well. Worst of all, Arthur, who for some reason always liked to pick the option which Batol didn't want. Batol couldn't allow himself to be made out to be weak infront of his clan leader and his worst enemy. That was simply impossible for him to comprehend.

"The battle is over," Batol stated in a calm voice while the guard continued to smile. Feeling that Batol had decided to give up but still wanting to teach Batol a lesson, the guard continued to punch. Unlike before Batol didn't dodge or block the guard's punches, instead, he simply allowed all of them to land without making so much as a single reaction.

"Hey... did you hit your head or something?" the guard asked, wondering why Batol stopped blocking only to be ignored by Batol.

"If you want to die that badly, I guess I'll grant your wish, say your final words!" the guard announced as he placed all of his remaining strength into his right fist before aiming it at Batol's head.

Right before the punch could be handled, Batol whacked it away as if it was a fly. 

"Huh? You think you can get out of this without a fight?! I'll show you a whole new world of pain!" the guard yelled out as he prepared to ball his hand so he could create a fist so that he could punch Batol once again. However for some reason, it just didn't seem to be working.

"Hun? Why can't I make my hand turn into a fist?" the guard asked himself in a confused and frustrated tone. 

When the leader of the guards which were responsible for guarding their the building which GNE operated in looked down at his hand, he quickly gasped which turned into a yell of agony as he looked down at his disfigured hand which had all of its fingers twisted and broken as the simple whack which Battle had done to deflect the punch of the guard caused all of the guard's fingers to become utterly useless.

Seeing this, the guard began to yell in fear as he couldn't look at the sight in front of his eyes. To worsen the situation for him, the pain finally kicked in which caused him to feel a pain unlike any he had ever felt before.

"Do you get it now? This battle was never going to be won by you. Just because I wanted to set up a spectacular show for my clan leader doesn't mean that you're stronger than me. There wasn't a single chance for you to defeat me. You believing that you were going to win just solidifies my point," said Batol in a cold tone.

Everyone around him simply stared at the odd turn of events since they had all believed that Batol was going to lose the battle.

However a single person broke the silence as they started clapping for Batol in a sarcastic way. Even so, no one else followed as they were simply too shocked to move.

"Nice one Batol, you really had us worried. We thought that we would have to kick you out of this team if you were going to be so weak that you couldn't even defeat a single guard on your own," said Arthur as he mocked Batol, who just stared at Arthur with bloodthirsty eyes.

"Activate ability: Instant Regenerate"

Using his ability, the guard's hand began to turn and twist as if time was going back as it healed itself from the injuries it had suffered.

"Round 2?" the leader of the guards asked while looking at Batol with a confidant look.

"Your fight is over, just die already," said Arthur in a nonchalant tone before kicking the guard's head so hard that he had decapitated him.