I Will Kill The Author

5 minutes went by.

One after another, I threw a punch from the left, followed by a kick from the right, and finished with a knee thrust toward Quinn's abdomen.

However, he skillfully predicted my movements and dodged them with ease, ready to make his own counters.

Despite his agility, Quinn couldn't seem to gain the upper hand, and every so often, he would slip up and fail to dodge my attacks.

This was one of those times.

I balled my left fist, enforced it with mana, and threw it straight at Quinn's solar plexus.

However, he must've anticipated that move since he quickly twisted his body to the side and evaded it.

Unbeknownst to him, it was a feint. If he had been in top condition, he would've seen it.

I straightened my right palm like a sword and thrust at Quinn's throat, hitting him directly in his Adam's Apple.

Thwack—!

"Khuuk!!"

Thwooom—!!

Immediately, with a small burst of energy, I connected a solid kick across Quinn's face, causing a contained explosion to erupt that amplified the pain he felt.

"Khaaa!"

I didn't stop there, however.

I grabbed his head by his hair and continued to mercilessly thrash punches after punches at his face, giving him no time to recover.

Thwack—!!

Thwoom—!!

Thwack—!!

Thwoom—!!!

I continued to use Mana Burst at a small stage whenever I landed a hit which caused small eruptions to occur every time my attacks connected.

It increased the damage and made it harder for Quinn to defend himself, concussing him with every hit.

In no time, Quinn's body went limp, and his eyes became unfocused. I let go of his hair and let him fall back flat on the ground.

Without a shred of mercy, I mounted on top of him and pinned his body down.

His face was bruised, and his eyes were swollen. I think I broke one or two of his teeth too.

This still wasn't enough, however.

I needed to make sure he would never even think about going against me in the future.

"Ignis Rotaem!"

I chanted in High Elven and raised my hand. On top of my palm, a fireball quickly materialized.

I poured mana into it, and the color of the bright red fireball changed to blue.

I brought down my hand, and Quinn widened his eyes. He crossed his hands over his face to defend his vitals, but I hit him in his chest.

Booom—!!!

"Khuaaa!!"

The fireball exploded as soon as it connected with his chest, causing Quinn to violently cough up blood.

He summoned a dagger from his smart bracelet into his right hand. Mustering up what little strength was left in his body, Quinn swung it at my face.

Is he… Is he trying to scar my handsome face?!

Before he could deal with the hit, I grabbed his hand. "You're still resisting?"

I tightened the grip on his hand. "Stay down, Quinn. Submit, and I might show you mercy."

As I said that, I kept tightening my grip on his hand until it made a crackling sound.

Crack—!!

"Arghhhh!" through gritted teeth, Quinn let out a scream as the bones in his hand cracked.

"You see now, Quinn?" I said while raising my other hand and casting the fireball chant again. "It's me who you should fear. Remember this moment, Quinn. Remember when you were down, quivering in fear as I kept striking you. Remember that your life was in my hands, and you were at my mercy, but I let you live. Remember how pointless it is to fight against me. Engrave this scene into your soul."

Quinn widened his eyes in terror again as he saw me bringing my hand down to hit him with a blue fireball again.

Boom—!!!

Of course, I didn't stop there. I kept spamming fireballs.

Explosions erupted again and again as the fireballs struck his chest. Of course, I didn't forget to hit him in the face.

What? I detest handsome guys. Only I should be allowed to possess a handsome face.

Boom—!!!

Boom—!!!

Kaboom—!!!

"L-Lucas…"

I only stopped spamming fireballs when I heard an alluring, almost soothing voice ring in my ears.

I sighed and turned around to look at Amelia. She had a concerned look on her face.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What?"

"He… He'll die at this rate," she replied in a worried tone.

"What?" I replied absurdly. "This guy? Nah. No way. You have no idea how strong he is. I don't even think he's capable of dying– What? Why're you pointing at him?"

With a finger pointed at Quinn's body being pinned down below me, Amelia responded, "Just look at him."

As my eyebrows furrowed into a frown, I turned my attention to Quinn.

"....."

And I was left speechless.

His eyes were rolled back as a terrified look was plastered on Quinn's face. His mouth was agape and quivering, and his clothes were burnt to rags. Only wounds and bruises were visible on his body.

I won't lie, but he truly seemed to be on the verge of death.

Oh boy.

I think I went a little overboard.

But all I did was give him a little beating and strike him with some exploding balls of fire.

Albeit my physical stats were significantly higher than his, so every punch I threw at him must've hurt like hell.

Not to mention, I poured a lot of mana into the fireballs I struck him with too.

Well, it's his fault anyway.

Quinn thought he had lured me into a trap, but it was actually the other way around.

If only he had given me his all from the start!

If only he had summoned every single one of his shadow slaves to defeat me!

But he underestimated me, thinking I was weak, letting him make the biggest blunder he could've made.

I proved him wrong in the mock war, showing him what I was capable of.

He should have been more cautious of me, but he let his overconfidence get the better of him.

But not me.

I had a plan in mind.

I made him think he had won, but I was merely luring him into a false sense of security.

I wanted him to believe that he was the hunter, and I was the prey.

But then, when everything was about to go his way, I revealed to him the hopelessness of the situation.

I showed him that he could never win against me. At that moment, he realized that it was I who had been hunting him all along.

I slowly sank him in despair, knowing that he would never forget this moment.

From now on, every time he even thinks about going against me, he'll remember…

He'll remember how futile it is to fight me.

Sighing again, I got up and threw a small glass bottle at Amelia. "That's a healing potion. Apply this on him."