Fighting to be Kind in a Cultivation World

The large and bloody man approaches casually, though his eyes are still locked on me.

100 meters.

My awareness and intuition are on full alert, showing me he is clearly expecting a fight, despite his casual looking approach.

With my body tense, I can tell I am prepared for this. Mentally and physically.

Reading his every movement, ready for sudden movements.

It is at this time that my previous plans come to fruition, activating almost subconsciously. Before my eyes, I can see an almost holographic overlay, similar to the one I see for healing, appears. Showing his future movements.

90 meters

Woah… it looks like he’s going to continue walking closer until he gets within 50 meters. Then he will launch at me, to literally knock my head off. Faster than anyone has ever moved on earth with their own body.

It won’t even take 2 seconds to reach me at that distance.

Even as I think this, the holographic image changes, updates to show his changes in plans. Switching to the likeliest approach.

75 meters.

He gives me a pleasant smile and begins talking. “You know, you look like you are nervous. Never been in a proper fight before?”

I ignore him, as much as I can, and call the spiders to flank him from above, on the tops of the buildings. I still have the mass of spiders behind me menacingly moving. Keeping his attention.

65 meters.

I lower myself into a basic fighting stance. Different ways to position my body come up, but I settle with what I’m most comfortable with right now.

Turning my body to the side, bending my knees, and raising my hands, I keep my eyes on the man. His face is filled with a twisted mask of glee and laughter. The sounds of him maliciously laughing fill the area.

It’s strange, though. I feel I shouldn’t be looking at his arm or hand for the punch. Rather, I should just be looking at his entire body. Rolling with the hologram.

50 meters.

At that moment, the hologram switches to show a glowing area, just beneath his left armpit. A weak spot.

… As his body shoots over to meet me, that arm is extended. His fist at my face at high speed.

DODGE!

Diving to the side, I almost catch a glancing blow from the sheer speed he moved.

FUUUCK! It’s very different when you actually have to fight!

He pauses for the briefest moment, looking at me in confusion. Before quickly breaking out in excitement and charging at me again.

I’m caught in a dangerous position, even as I jump to my feet.

His fist catches me in the chest with the loud sound of a crack, filling my chest with pain, throwing me backwards, and knocking the breath out of me.

NO, I think he broke something!

As I fall away from him, I can see a look of shock on his face, holding his hand. Mouthing, “What the hell did I just hit?”

Falling back onto my ass, but quickly scrambling to my feet, I hold my chest in pain as I look back up at him.

I’m surprised to see that he actually hasn’t followed up on his successful attack. Though, for a good reason.

He’s covered in the spiders that were behind me.

Egging them on, I mentally scream, Go! Attack him now! Flood him!

As I give the order to attack, there even more spiders pouring down onto him from the rooftops, like a waterfall.

He flails around, his entire body coated in them, now heading in my direction. Desperately, I stumble away from him, moving away from his hard hits. Reaching the side of the alleyway, his fist catches a stone portion of a wall.

It literally gets blown away, the stone piece smashing into another building at high speed. As if a bulldozer had just taken a piece off of it.

Angry pained sounds are erupting from him as he begins dashing his body against the walls of the building. Literally tearing it apart and down. The people hiding within are frantically jumping out of windows and out the door, into other areas.

Wait a second! He’s killing the spiders by smashing them! Aren’t they reinforced?!

I have to stop him!

It is at this point in time, that the giant spider that accompanied me shows itself.

Leaping down from rooftop above him, is coats him and all the spiders in webbing. And then holds him to the ground.

Now! This is our moment. Surge into his body!

For a brief moment, I imagine the face of the man I previously killed, but I manage to shake out of my stupor, as I hear the frantic hissing of the giant spider.

It is clearly struggling to try to hold him down.

Luckily, all the spiders use this chance to flow into his every orifice. There is silence and a lack of movement for a moment, as it seems he’s gone into shock from the pain.

Almost immediately, he struggles ten times as hard and I have to run over to hold down the web. Some strands of it strain against his movements, as he is frantically chewing them, even while choking, and it appears there is little progress coming into his backside. His eyes and ears are being attacked, but are protected by him slamming his head against walls. The strands of web snap like steel cables, dangerously blowing holes into the nearby stone.

I make a snap decision.

Go in through the front area! He won’t be able to clench that as much!

The spiders immediately switch gears and head to the area at the front of him.

I hear the most harrowing sound I’ve ever heard in my life, as he instantly abandons the defense of every other area and attempts to reach down to his crotch. Desperately batting away the carnivorous entrants.

It is clear he is now choking on the spiders and can’t breathe, but he continues to only focus on that one area.

As they gnaw, wriggle, and chew themselves deeper inside, his movements become weaker and weaker. The giant spider then bites into him, injecting some kind of venom. It doesn’t move from this position, keeping its mouth and fangs injected for the rest of the time. Continuously injecting him.

Eventually, his movement completely stops.

…

They continue eating him from the inside and out. The majority of his lower body and into his intestines seem to have been hollowed, slightly.

I collapse on the ground backwards. My arms and hands shaking from the adrenaline. My eyes overlap the two men I’ve now killed this way.

Another hiss from the spider, makes me focus back on the situation.

… It’s still injecting him.

Just in case, I use my intuitive scan to see whether he is dead, causing me to scramble backwards even further.

A shiver crawls down my back, as I can feel that he still lives.

“All of you! Finish him off!”

At my words, all the spiders in the area surge to him.

Somehow, he likely heard me, as well. Far more than ever before, he struggles. Like a rabid animal, his strength is far beyond anything I’ve ever seen and the web is ripping from the strain.

Sounding like the continuous snap of gunfire, multiple web snaps onto its sides, blowing away spiders and almost hitting me. Crevasses form from the strength of its tension.

Fighting through the pure fear raging throughout my body, I sprint forward. Diving onto the edge of the web, desperately attempting to support the efforts to keep this monster down.

My scan suddenly picks up movement down the alleyway. Running around the corner are a few kids. With knives.

Before I can warn them to stay away, I see someone jump down from the window above us like a fucking assassin and plunge a rusty knife deep into the man’s back.

The spiders clear away from that spot, before they were crushed.

All while the giant spider, the tiny spiders, and I barely hold down the web enough to keep him from lashing out at us.

More and more people come with sharp objects and begin stabbing into him.

Rip and tear. Over and over and over again.

Almost endlessly, they stab into him. The spider injecting. Us holding.

All until the last signs of life disappear from him.

With his final movements dying away… all that is left, is just silence and the sound of heavy breathing.

As he is definitely dead now, the spiders return to feeding on him.

Gnaw, tear, devour.

Delicious. Love you.

The local people slowly move away from the body, before bolting back into the alleyways.

All that is left, is the spiders, the body, and me.