Chapter 42: Dao of the Wild Dog

Chapter 42: Dao of the Wild Dog

Jack gazed at Gan Salin, whod just switched to using a different Dao Root than beforeand, from the looks of it, this was his best one. But it came with side-effects. His reason was dwindling as madness emanated from the center of his being, filling him up to the brink.

Jack recognized the feeling. It wasnt the first time he saw it. Insanity, he realized, eyes widening. This madman has the Dao Root of Insanity!

Youre taking too fucking long! Gan Salin barked. The more Jack looked, the more he resembled a wild dog. Fine! If youre not coming, I am!

Shit.

Gan Salin shot forth at tremendous speed. Jack barely had time to react. Salin was upon him in an instant, clawing and biting like an animal. He had long nails and sharp teeth. The foam from his mouth was flowing like crazy now, splattering on the street below them. His eyes were a deep red, and he released wild screams as he attacked.

He was a terrifying opponent.

Jack fell on the defensive. These attacks were faster and harder than the black wolfs. He didnt even have time to think, let alone fight back.

He jumped back, dodging and weaving between the strikes. He took a few scratches as he retreated to the side, dodging a house and breaking through a meticulously arranged garden instead, then into another house. The entire time, he was moving backward.

He broke through a wall. A womans screams reached his ears from the right. Shit! Jack turned to the left, taking a good blow from Salin, who was fighting like an absolute madman by now. He wasnt defending, only attacking over and over, as fast and as hard as he could.

Jacks durability was great, and Salins attacks still werent that strong, but they were relentless. He was like a storm. The damage piled up. Jacks forearms were covered in bloody scratches. At least he was dodging those humanoid fangs.

They broke through another wall and back into the street. Jack was still retreating at top speed, barely keeping Gan Salin at bay. He needed to do something!

His primal instincts were revving up. His body was filled with strength, his mind sharpened by the fear of death. Unfortunately, these instincts were muted now. Jack was the warrior; he was the one in control of his body. He could no longer rely on the mad fervor of battle unless he created it himself.

And thats what he did.

Enough! he roared. He planted his feet firmly against the asphalt and let Gan Salin bite down on his left forearm, teeth tearing through muscle, to smash a fist into his abdomen with all his strength. Salin went flying over the rooftops, his teeth ripping Jacks flesh apart as he was torn away.

Jack roared again and pursued. Stomping hard on the ground, he jumped after his opponent, planting a punch mid-air and tossing him even higher. A couple teeth went flying, covered in foam. Salin didnt even register the damage; he just tried and failed to bite Jacks hand.

Jack was mid-air, waiting to land. He looked around; many people had noticed the fight by now. This area wasnt empty. Screams came from everywhere, fingers were pointed his way, and people hesitated over whether to run or watch. Jack didnt care what they did. That was their problem, and the insane juggernaut was his.

His feet touched a rooftop and he instantly shot back out. Salin landed a second later, rolling once before regaining his footing, then lashing out at Jack again. The two jumped over rooftops like it was nothing and crashed over a tall building, punches interweaved with scratches and bites.

One, three, ten. The strikes were coming and going, both fighters refusing to give ground.

Gan Salin was taking Jack's punches like a champ. Each attack could bring down a house, but he barely even flinched on impact. With the Dao Root of Insanity fueling him, his ability to take punishment was off the charts, and so were his speed and unpredictability. However, his claws werent sharp enough. He lacked Strength, which let Jack endure his blows and strike back.

At the same time, Jack grimaced. As much as Gan Salin was crazy, he knew how to fighteven better than before, in fact. This was Gan Salin at his best. His strikes were tight. His defensewhich he seldom usedwas solid. He alternated between slow and fast attacks, straight and curved, bites and scratches, keeping Jack on his toes.

This was practiced, expert-level insanity. His body flowed from one frantic movement to the next, leaving only tiny gaps for Jack to take advantage of. It felt like a high-tier skill.

In turn, Jack let Salins strikes land, then plugged the gaps between them with a series of fierce punches. They hit hard and true. Flesh was mangled under them, organs shaken. He was dealing damage; and the fact that Salin ignored it infuriated him.

Jack was a man of the fist. If Gan Salin wanted a battle of attrition, he would get a battle of attrition.

Jack abandoned defense and went all-out in attack. He let most strikes land to strike back, only guarding his vitals. The System gave both of them extraordinary durability. Their battle dragged on. Gan Salin was the one pushed back; not because he was losing, but because Jacks strikes carried more momentum and often sent him flying.

The two traveled over rooftops, occasionally landing on walls or on the streets. One time, they found themselves in a screaming crowd, and it was only by miracle that no one got hurt.

They were fighting at speeds the naked eye couldnt process. Most people only saw a bloody blur flying past them, and the few that could understand what was happening didnt dare intervene. Jack and Gan Salin were in a league of their own.

Was that she asked.

Yeah.

Did you

No. He escaped, I think. There was a blue flash, and then he disappeared.

Thats an item. She nodded. Escape Talisman. It sends the user to a predetermined location within a hundred miles.

Really? Thats awfully useful.

And extremely expensive, too. Our blue merchant sells them for three hundred thousand credits each.

Jack whistled. Wow. Some people have money. By the way, guess how much was left in his credit card. Twenty thousand. And guess how I know.

The professor smiled. At least we got something out of the whole thing. Selling goblin eyes for a credit apiece would never make us a fortune.

Yeah. Speaking of that, I suspect that merchants only buy monster parts to slowly pour credits into our economy; I cant imagine why someone would want a million goblin eyes.

I suspect the same thing. The professors smile widened, then grew sentimental. Youve gotten strong, Jackbut my heart aches seeing you like this. Youre bleeding, but you act like its nothing. Can you tend to your wounds, please?

Thats why Im here. My regeneration can handle it, but I suspect that guy had rabies. Any idea where I can get a shot for that?

She cocked a brow. The pharmacy, Jack Theyre still in operation.

Right. I knew that.

***

Jack had defeated one of the five scions. This news did not go unnoticed.

Elena, said a suited man in the deep north. Update, please. Is there any change in the faction rankings?

No, sirbut the leader of the Bare Fist Brotherhood finally appeared. And he defeated Gan Salin of the five scions.

The mans eyes flashed a cold blue. Is that so? he replied. Get me all missives on this man. Spare no expense. I want to know everything.

Yes, sir.

***

A dark-skinned woman stood in an empty savannah. Someone beat a scion? Heh. What a guy.

***

A man lounged on a rock, sleeping. Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open. Salin? he spoke out. As he stood, his golden mane of hair fell over his back. He seemed to be speaking to himself. Interesting. Who? And who is he under?

His eyes narrowed as he listened to the response. Interesting he repeated. Well, no sense in moving now. The tournament is approaching. If he doesn't come, hes as good as dead, anyway.

He then lay back down to sleep. The Level 49 tiger behind him didnt dare interrupt.