Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 123: Clash

Jung was ready for the battle.

He also understood that Lilia wasn’t some petty person who would challenge him just to teach him a lesson or to frighten him because of her sister.

There was more to that, and according to his brilliantly constructed brain, she wanted to test Jung as a messiah.

It was a reasonable decision on her part, so he didn’t complain.

Although they weren’t going to the familiar arena.

Lilia chose a different direction, leading him to a secluded ring with no one around.

He wanted to find Walt’s whereabouts.

Knowing it wasn’t the right time, Jung entered the fighting ring and winked at Nira as if seeking her reaction.

She was aloof.

Not a single concern sullied her face.

Jung snorted, loving her indifferent attitude, and glanced at Lilia.

"Are you angry because I sleep with your sister? Or were my silly jokes too much for you?" he asked right away.

Being careful with words wasn’t his style.

Unfortunately, the prevailing academy principal didn’t appreciate his honesty, as her entire vibe became more ominous, revealing her bloodlust.

No answer arrived, but before the woman fought for his head, he asked another stupid question.

"Don’t be rough with me," he said, a playful expression still present. "I have a husband’s duty to uphold."

These sounded like the famous last words that nailed his coffin.

Lilia moved instantaneously, her objective being to send Jung on a free trip to the afterlife.

Still, she didn’t speak, and advancing with malice to cut his balls off, she appeared behind him in an instant, descending a deadly chop at his bare neck.

The air fluctuated, vibrations reverberated through the floor, a perfume scent teased his nose, and a woman’s shadow danced in his eyes.

Jung could sense all of them, and expecting Lilia’s backstabbing actions, he sidestepped.

Her hand brushed his hair, missing the target.

She wasn’t done, though, hacking colorless particles around and using one of her mysterious skills.

As a result, Jung’s throat ached as it dried up completely.

Her skill tried to choke him, and if that wasn’t enough, gravity forgot about his existence for a second, flipping him over.

Jung had no chance to speak or move his body.

He was upside down, breathless, and hopeless, with no control over his superior senses.

’She got me good,’ he thought bitterly.

Lilia spoke for the first time since they arrived at the ring.

"Is that all?" she mocked him. "After fighting the cat, your powers didn’t increase."

He had countless words to reprimand her with, but none of them could escape his mouth.

Even though he couldn’t make his body submit to his wishes, the Arcs weren’t for show.

Heroic Barrier materialized between his fingers, allowing him to push himself.

Not that it would be enough, but it wasn’t his last resort.

The shield moved far away from him, generating force before striking to share its momentum.

At the same time, the persona covered his hands, birthing two great axes.

The stronger his opponents were, the mightier his weapons would become, and a Tier XII combatant was someone Jung had never battled against.

Lilia didn’t stop her offensive either, assaulting him with a mental attack.

They abused his head and scared his flesh.

But Jung fought through them, giving himself a push to escape the woman’s clutches.

The more he struggled, the drier his throat became, and soon even his skin grew rougher, as if it would crumble into pieces.

Yet, his will prevailed.

He triggered Keeping Mask, and the rebel’s mask enveloped his face, offering a huge boost to his overall strength.

Jung rebelled against an overwhelming foe, gaining an addition to his rebellious nature.

Heroic Barrier blocked Lilia’s magical property.

It couldn’t completely extinguish the damage he was sustaining, but it was enough for him to revolt.

The barrier hit him, and Jung turned.

He descended to the ground but dashed at her before touching the earth as if he could walk in the air.

With the countdown going down, Jung was upon Lilia, aiming for an attack of his own.

He crossed the distance in the blink of an eye and slashed his sharp blade to draw some blood.

The principal had been ready this whole time, intercepting his axe with her agile hands.

She didn’t stop there.

Lilia pointed her fingers at Jung’s pressure points, striking them with precision.

But she couldn’t take into account how tough a nut Jung would be.

He didn’t try to block or avoid it and got hit on purpose.

His body was resilient with various archetypes, and Shifting Cloud mutated him into the last atom.

The difference between their tiers was only one, but generally speaking, the higher the progress was, the more the gap increased.

Fortunately for him, Jung could close it with no additional effort and fought against the renowned principal as an equal.

His slashes were followed by her hand movements and weird abilities that added weight to his limb.

Keeping Mask’s ten seconds was used to the limit, but no matter how many times Jung tried to gain the upper hand, he was unable to do so.

As the last second of the Arc approached, his motivation to end the fight also inflated.

At least Jung had an advantage in vitality and could abuse his position by exploiting his endurance.

So he swung his weapons without holding himself back.

Nor did he defend his bare build.

Blood was shed while the ground cracked open, covering it with dark, smelly liquid and generating deafening noises.

Jung’s memories stirred, flashing scenes from when he met the woman for the first time.

At first glance, she appeared as a sweet, attractive, mature woman, but there was serious persistence and personality buried deep inside her.

She was a good conversation partner, but demanding when it came to the important details.

There was no point in his recollection.

It didn’t help him whatsoever, but Jung used this thinking time to digest his untold emotions.

It wasn’t some grand sentiments or life-deciding feelings.

The only thing this revelation brought him was to remind him of his conviction.

Lilia was looking for the hero, the chosen one, a messiah, and a suitable partner for her sister.

It didn’t matter what Jung was, as the only thing that had meaning was his devotion to the cause.

He wasn’t holding back earlier, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fight with even more vigor.

Keeping Mask’s duration ran out, but Jung had other options.

No Arcs were needed as he sped up.

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The wind followed him back, singing whimsical rhymes.

As soon as the principal’s magical powers touched him, Jung refused to react to them.

His throat became watery, and he could speak again.

However, his entire concentration was set on the ring.

Jung wasn’t proving himself to Lilia alone.

She would probably approve of his capabilities and feed him promised treats.

But he needed to prove it to himself as well to confirm and justify his status as the savior of the planet.

He had to defeat the strongest combatant of the human race to face monsters from the moon.

It wasn’t about lack of confidence.

Jung was the most doubtless and unfaltering person in every world he had lived in.

Despite that, he had to win this fight.

His weapon mastery didn’t increase when he touched weapons on the ruler’s mountain.

However, his familiarity with them and how to use them to their utmost power were enhanced.

With deliberate steps and a clear strategy in mind, Jung shortened the distance with the woman.

He stayed close to her, never letting her move away from his striking range.

Thus, his relentless pursuit and cat-and-mouse game started.

Lilia had to get away from him as her main style was ranged attacks.

But Jung didn’t let her, pushing her with his chaotic and patternless movements while completely ignoring the damage he had sustained.

He was on offense, but wounds accumulated on his body in much higher numbers.

Her prowess didn’t only affect his physique, constantly adding pressure and pain to his being.

Yet Jung pushed past his limits, hacking with his axes nonstop.

All this time, a grin danced on his face, as if he didn’t change his expression like a monolith.

"I will get you," he said after missing four consecutive chops.

Giving up or succumbing to his wounds didn’t exist in his dictionary, and his damaged flesh reconstructed instantly, not leaving a single gap.

Stepping in a cross pattern across the ground, he shifted quickly, maintaining balance and distance.

Jung didn’t aim for a single thrust, but a series of cuts to injure her over time.

Soon, his boundless vitality and endurance didn’t disappoint as Lilia lost her speed, and her breathing quickened.

Using the sharp side of the weapon, Jung sliced her torso as quickly as he withdrew, making it impossible for her to counterattack.

A rapid horizontal slash was followed by a sudden diagonal strike, causing maximum damage output.

Lilia’s knees grew weaker, energy leaving her body.

She had regeneration of her own, but Jung somehow blocked her healing due to his persona control.

The wounds he caused left the persona like a curse that impeded every bodily function.

"You are done for. I think you should think about the dress you are wearing at my wedding," he said with no emotion.

Lilia glared at him, wondering if she should continue the fight.