The God Virus

Volume 3 - 182 Hartas

Chapter 182: Hartas

"The King’s Buddha Palm of Forgiveness!" As Qi began to gather on his palms, a wide-smirk sat on Hartas’ face as he muttered, "This is the end for you!"

Then, his right hand which was covered in Qi began to speed toward Virus’ heart who was in very close vicinity!

Hartas was certain that his palm would definitely successfully hit him since Virus could barely fight against Howar previously. And, remembering that speed of his while fighting him, in addition to the speed of his defensive palms he had just displayed, he became even more confident.

"Die!!!!"

Looking at the incoming palms, Virus knew it was definitely aiming at his heart, and if it truly hits his heart, with how weak his mortal flesh was at the moment... he would definitely die!

On the other hand, seeing his right palm almost upon his heart, Hartas’ grin turned even wider as he thought, ’Since I can’t defeat Rossefin... there is no point in even participating in this match... so let me just kill...’ He was just about to finish his words when suddenly, he realized that Virus’ face which was frowning previously... was now... grinning!

And then... he began moving.

If you slow-motioned the scene of the incoming palm-attack from Hartas, then right now, Virus was moving at normal speed compared to the slow-motion attacking speed of Hartas.

So, with that casual speed, he began to move as he easily dodged the palm before he began walking to the back of Hartas.

In reality, though, Virus’ speed was extremely fast as he had instantly dodged and then seemed to have appeared right behind Hartas the next moment!

After that, not waiting for Hartas to have the chance to react, clenching his left hand into a fist, he took a rather common stance and just like Hartas had previously done, he uttered his next attack’s name, "Common Fist!"

Bam! Crack~

Fa-thud!

The next moment, the fist connected to the back of Hartas as a cracking sound was heard before he was face-slammed to the ground.

Seeing his fallen body though, Virus didn’t continue attacking as he waited for him to get up.

Although he knew Hartas had broken a bone just now, he was sure that he would stand up again as that wouldn’t be able to affect his movements by much.

And just as expected, first turning his body around, he slowly stood up as he stared at Virus with his eyes wide-opened, "How!"

"How what?" Listening to his hoarse voice which was rather unpleasant to hear, Virus replied casually.

"You weren’t this strong! How are you so strong now?" He questioned again as if it was very important for him to know the answer to it.

However, instead of answering his question, Virus seemed to disappear to some of the spectators’ eyes as the next moment, he was standing right in front of Hartas once again as he responded in a relaxed manner, "Well... does it really matter?"

"Face slap!"

Smack! Poof~

Fa-thud!

Once again, announcing his attack’s name, a slap sat on Hartas’ face as a few of his teeth flew out of his mouth, as he was thrown on the ground once again.

"Well... if you have to know... I’ll tell you... your highness the royal blood." Uttering this, Virus continued, "Actually... I was never weak to begin with, you see... my previous match was just a façade as I restricted my speed and power to the level of that sneak attacking stupid monkey to show him a taste of his own medicine."

"Actually... keep this to yourself... but... I’ve been releasing only enough speed and power to be able to easily defeat my opponents in... all of the matches!" He concluded his explanations

"Poofff... you!" Spitting out all the blood that had gathered inside his mouth until now together with another two teeth, gritting his remaining teeth in anger which hurt like hell as a result, Hartas voiced in hate while he stared at Virus’ eyes with that pig-looking head of his.

However, pretending not to see his look, Virus continued, "Okay now, your highness... now that this subject of yours has explained everything... be kind to this subject and let me experience how it feels like for an ant like me who carries an inferior-blood to squash a royal blood carrier like you! Anyway, thank you in advance for providing me with this great opportunity."

"Continuously Kicking The Royalty!"

Bwak! Bwok! Bam!

Glok! Klok! Punt!

Proclaiming his next attack’s name, Virus began kicking him non-stop!

Thwogg! ...

"Stop!!!!" He continued for a rather long period of time, when finally, the judge elder intervened, saying, "He’s already passed out!"

"Eh... already? Okay." A little surprised, Virus stopped his kicks to the speechlessness of everyone else.

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Everyone was truly speechless because one moment, Virus was about to be crushed by Hartas’ Human-ranked Technique which was a shocking scene... and the next moment, the situation had turned hundred-eighty degrees around as it was Hartas who was being squashed like an insect under Virus.

Furthermore, he kicked him continuously non-stop to the point of fainting, when finally, the judge elder himself had stopped him.

"Too cruel..."

"I’m truly speechless..."

"Me too... every time, just as we think he’s about to lose... he somehow turns stronger and turns the tables around..."

"..." This was Astes who longer knew what to say or think at this point, the only thing which came to her mind at the end was, ’Maybe I’ve been thinking and looking into this too much... there’s no need to be worried about that rascal at all... also... he’s so mean to his opponents now.’

"He’s a scary opponent to have."

"Totally agree with the above!" Someone said toward the other disciple who was sitting one seat higher than him, which was almost above him.

"Haha..." In the meantime, someone was laughing in happiness in a corner of the Colosseum, "I knew master would win... since master always has a back-up plan... no, no... more like... he’s already calculated his confrontation with Hartas since the beginning and has been showing his power bit by bit, only enough to defeat his opponents??? Hmm... maybe, who knows what master’s really thinking anyway."

"The final match will begin in half an hour, you can rest until then." Looking at Virus in a bizarre way as if he was looking at a monster who also happened to be a weirdo, the judge elder notified him.

"Alright." Nodding his head, Virus walked to his resting room in the resting area as he first closed the door behind him... as he promptly deactivated his ring as beads of sweat had long covered his face.

Haaah haah Ha~

Hah haah Haaah~

...

After deactivating his ring, like his lungs were lacking oxygen, Virus began to breathe very fast, as his uneven gasps reverberated throughout the room.

Creak~

"Master!" It was at this moment when the door to his private room was opened as an anxious golden beauty charged at him with an extremely worried face.

"Vee!" Instantly, another yell was heard as another nervous person charged at him, but since that person had forgotten to control the power behind her charge, she ended up hugging Virus’ head among the deep valley of her full chest!

With this, Virus who was already feeling suffocated, almost on the verge of dying, casted the fairy-like beauty away as he once again began to gasp, only this time, his eyes were also red due to the lack of even more oxygen.

"Uh.. sorry." Murmured Astes with a blushing face as she was feeling both embarrassed and worried at the same time.

"What happened to you, master?!" In a loud voice, the golden beauty yelled as she was almost on the verge of crying.

"Haah... it’s... haaaah... Nothing... the ring... haah... just... puts... a lot of... hah... strain... on the body... huuh... when it’s used.... Hheh... for a long time..." With a lot of gasping and pauses between his words as he was truly short of oxygen, Virus explained.

Since he had been using the Median Configuration of the ring for two consecutive battles... and together with the fact that he had utilized even more of his scale armor’s power, a lot of strain had been gathering all over his body... and all of them hit him at once the moment he deactivated the ring.