Chapter 163 - The fight with Shane

He was putting on a cotton see through men's wear and a blue boxer.

Our gaze locked and my entire being focused on him. He smirks and made his way towards me.

I can already imagine his happiness in my head, but I'm not going down easily. If I can't confront my biggest enemy, what's the point of all my training since all this while.

I maintain a firm stance, held my hand in a fist and raised it above my face and bounced my body up and down to get a warm up.

My frosty gaze remained locked at his mockery one. He looked at me like he's watching a silly nickelodeon cartoons.

He walked toward me majestically, not getting into a fighting stance, but just kept coming.

This wouldn't do. I want each of my hit to left an imprint on him, so I pulled out a dagger and took quick steps towards him.

"OH! NICE!" he emphasize his exclamations as soon as he saw the dagger.

I didn't mind his mockery, as we are close to each other now. I didn't go all out, showing my fighting skills.

I'm not sure what he's capable of, so it will be suicidal to expose my moves to him. With my dagger firmly held in Aroma's favorite style, the one which the opponent won't see clearly that I have something in my hand, as it was directed in the opposite direction.

I charged at him and he did the same. His blows kept coming like he's crazy. I'm surprised, as someone who remained calm a few minutes ago.

Each blow thrown at me were at my crucial spot. I didn't even get an opportunity to hit him. All I was able to do was ducking his attacks and meeting some with mine.

This wouldn't do. He throws a powerful punch towards my face. I ducked it by making my entire body go in a backflip.

I didn't complete the back flipping before returning back to my stand and throw both my fist  hard at his stomach. His mockery gaze turned serious at once.

Oh yeah! I have my daggers in my hand. I recalled I still do, which is why I didn't complete the backflip.

He staggered backwards and look down at his blood stained shirt, which had torn in it. He looked up at me, and I swore I nearly shivered in fright.

His gaze was so bloodthirsty, and I'm sure what's coming next isn't gonna be a child play. I didn't dwell much on it and charged at him once again.

I swung my body in the air, support myself by touching one of my legs on the wall, twisted my body and throw a powerful kick at his face.

It was calculated in my head, but happened so fast. Before my leg touches him; he got hold of it. He tightened his hold on my ankles and slammed my entire body on the marble floor.

My head hit the floor with a loud thud sound and my vision went blurry for a second there.

I regained myself quickly, as I'm used to getting beaten up, and this isn't half of what I've been through in the hand of Aroma.

Oh yeah! he still has my legs in his hand. He threw me against the wall before I could realize what was happening. My body hit the wall and crashed onto the floor, while the dagger in my hand flew out of my grasp towards his direction.

It hurts like hell, but I quickly got up and pulled out another, as he's coming for me again, eyes murderous, with blood dripping and damping his white shirt and boxers.

I moved back a bit and brought out another dagger, making it two. Sadly, I didn't detect any specific moves on him. I realize this wasn't training. We aren't fighting to learn, but to death.

With that thought in mind; I didn't bother hiding skills again. I got lots of it anyway. I charged towards him again and began exchanging blows.

Each blows I blocked with my fists, arms and legs were like getting hit by a wall, but I endured well and didn't give up.

I managed to turn the table around. He's now blocking my blows. But in his own case; each attack blocked with his arms left a mark, thanks to my dagger.

We both throw a powerful kick at each other. Mine hit his bleeding stomach, while his, hit my stomach as well.

We both lost our balance and crashed onto the floor. I got up on my knees, dropped one dagger and clutched my stomach in pain, while I throw up a mouthful of blood.

My chest heaved, as I cleaned my mouth and watched him groan in pain, spat out blood and cleaned his mouth as well.

He got up on his feet, covered in perspiration and glaring fiercely at me. Wait! did he think he's the only one with heavy kick? dream on.

I was still energetic, despite my entire body aching really bad and my stomach asking to be laid flat to relax. I'm used to this and didn't think I would get tired until I'm killed.

Looking at him finally showing pain, makes me feel so good. That's the expression I wanted to see on his face. He has no right to look at me with a mockery gaze.

He looked down at his side and picked up the dagger that left my grasp and flew towards his direction a few minutes ago. He's not taking me lightly anymore. I don't seem like an insect in his eyes again.

Well, that was unfortunate for me. He growl like a crazy beast and took quick steps towards me. Damn! he's good with weapons! shouldn't he be like a normal bad guy, who relied on money and guards to save himself?

He's extraordinarily fast. Well, not as fast as my teacher. Both my daggers clashed with his, creating light sparks and a clang sounds.

My wrist hurt from each clash, as it laced with heavy blows. I got furious and hit him maniacally at his third leg.

No endurance can make a man withstand that, I think. Immediately he grunt and his raging attack calm down a bit, which gave present me with a golden opportunity.

I lifted and swirl my body in the air, slashing my weapon towards his neck, but it didn't happen my way.

I stabilized myself and moved far away from him. I turned and looked at him, hoping to see his throat slitted, but I realize I slashed his face instead.

It created a deep open flesh, which was pure white at first, but blood gushed out from it immediately and began streaming down his face.

He remained frozen at the spot, looking at me as if he couldn't believe what I just did. His expression changed, making my heart leaped.

Fear nearly took over my entire being as his gaze didn't leave mine, while he removed his shirt, like in those werewolf movies, when they were about to turn.

I gulped as he tied the shirt on the wound on his stomach, while the dagger was held in between his lips, the blood from his face streaming down his toned chest.