Re-Birth of a Genius. Creator/Destroyer

Chapter 2553: Fight

Both Parth and Myrmon were stunned to say the least.

But that shock lasted only for a moment before Myrmon started laughing, while he looked at the sky.

"You are greedier than I thought. And you have more balls than I thought. I am impressed.

Sure, let’s bet. I will give you the exact same amount as the territory you currently hold. With everything cleared and tied up just like you want."

"Thank you. When shall we have the fight?" Sam asked.

"When would you be ready?"

"I am always ready. Why? Your candidate needs some time to prepare?"

"Not anymore, he doesn’t. Let me bring him."

Myrmon disappeared from there. Parth looked at Sam and asked.

"You are pretty confident. You sure you don’t need some time to prep?"

"No need. As I said, I am always ready for a fight. If I am not... even a prospect of a fight with me wouldn’t exist. Let him come.

But, can I count on your word? That I won’t have to worry about anyone else making a move?"

"Yes. My word holds the weight of the whole world on this planet. You don’t have to worry. Trying to go back on my word... no matter the circumstances, is beneath me.

So, have a little faith."

"Alright. I will hold you on to it. But do remember, that I have some extreme measure in place if things go wrong and honestly... I don’t want to use them. You won’t like it."

"Don’t threaten me kid. I said you can trust me. Just trust me. I will make sure that you won’t need to use such means."

"Thanks."

As they were talking, Myrmon got busy with something. Not only did he go to pick up a candidate to fight Sam, he sent the message to all the leaders about the fight.

So, even before he was back, the other factions started showing up.

"Myrmom... always the flashy one." Parth said as he looked at the newcomers. Some of them were leaders, others were of lower levels. Some even on the same level as Sam.

Everyone was locked in on Sam and the formation behind him.

There was a faint smell of anticipation in the air. But it didn’t create much tension because, Myrmon was back soon.

"The audience is here..." He said it out loud, and from behind him came a guy who had similar features to Myrmon. He was just a bit leaner and shorter... Most importantly he looked very less fierce in Sam’s eyes.

"Let’s go Sam. I can’t wait to see it."

Myrmon said and soon they were all hovering over the open Sea. The audience were far enough to watch it, but also leave a huge gap.

The young man looked at Sam, who was in his usual black attire.

"My uncle said you were interesting. But you don’t look like much." The young man said.

"With that sharp arrogance clouding your eyes... I doubt you could see things that truly matter."

"To cut down your enemies, a Sharp tongue isn’t usually enough. So, pick a weapon that would actually work. I will fight with a weapon of your choice."

Sam was intrigued by the trash talk and provocation. For him the opponent almost seemed like a child.

"What’s you name?"

"Atrocus."

"Good to know. As for the weapon... let’s set it aside for now. Because something is telling me that, I am not going to be the first one to draw a weapon today."

As soon as he said those words, Atrocus made his move. He kicked the air and was in front of Sam, throwing a punch at his face.

Sam didn’t even move his arms. He just dodged the attack.

Atrocus didn’t seem discouraged, he started throwing punches and kicks one after the other, at a rapid rate. His technique was precise, and his timing was almost perfect. But Sam just moved smoothly, as he dodged one attack after the other.

He didn’t block a single one. He just used the empty space to his advantage and always stayed ahead of Atrocus’ movements.

"Your technique is good. You know how to throw a hit properly, without giving it away... at least for an untrained eye.

Still, add some creativity to it. It would be benefit you."

Sam gave a lesson while he dodged.

"Says the guy who is running like a rat."

"And you should improve your trash talk. Its amateurish at best. Some random students I know back home would do better."

"Shut the fuck and throw a punch." *BOOM* Atrocus’ punch exploded, but Sam dodged.

"You asked for it."

Sam’s punch came down. He used his own to block Atrocus’ incoming punch. Atrocus saw it coming, but he didn’t dodge it. He believed that he could actually take it. He was that confident in his own strength.

And he wasn’t completely wrong.

Sam’s punch didn’t break through his fist... but it pushed it off course, and threw Atrocus into a complete imbalance. He lost his posture and stumbled, with his face first into Sam’s left fist.

*BAM*

The punch landed cleanly and threw Atrocus out like launching a cannon ball.

But Sam kicked the air and intercepted Atrocus. Even before he couldn’t get his bearing. And then the rain of punches began.

Sam kept on throwing one punch after the other.

None of them were lethal. But they managed to make Atrocus not able to throw one and give him a good beating.

The audience were intrigued by the development.

Particularly, the people of same generation as Atrocus.

A young man, who stood right next to Shin, muttered in awe.

"Mighty Atrocus, is getting his ass handed to him. I don’t think he will ever live this down."

He wasn’t keeping his voice down. So, a pair of women not too far away from them, reacted to it. The younger one said.

"Atrocus dabbles in a lot of trades in combat. And the hand to hand is not the finest. But it seems his opponent is a master of it.

I guess, Atrocus just has to swallow his pride and bring out a weapon."

As she spoke, Atrocus did exactly that.

As Sam was about to beat down his nose once again, a spear shot out of the storage ring on Atrocus’ hand.

Sam blocked it and moved back.

"So, spear is your weapon of choice. Lucky for you, I carry a couple of them myself."