How to Live as a Knight After the Ending

Chapter 152: The End of Childhood (2)

The corner of Islow’s mouth twisted.

What was he saying now, a duel?

“……What are you doing, not tearing him apart!”

Islow barked orders, but the mobsters only glanced at each other.

More than anything, the ugliness of Islow’s behavior now had the effect of disappointing many of the mobsters who had idolized him.

Some of them wanted to follow orders, but the word discipline held him back.

‘Ha! They’re going to turn.’

Director Kursha barely held back a chuckle at the sight.

‘Clever little bastard. This is how you set up the game, isn’t it?’

Ordinarily, Balud would have been torn to pieces on the spot for disrupting the organization’s big event, regardless of the reason.

But Balud cleverly invoked the organization’s discipline.

The absolute rules that made the organization what it is today.

As long as the boss broke it, the members were torn between discipline and the boss.

‘The idea is not wrong, because there are a lot of guys in this organization who value discipline, but it’s impossible to do that if you don’t have the groundwork in place.’

Kursha’s gaze shifted over his sunglasses to Osian.

The knight with Adrian Blackstone as a hostage and his ankles bound over there.

‘They shocked us with overwhelming force, took control of the atmosphere stealthily, and then took advantage of the opening to take control of the flow by claiming it as their own.’

You can tell by the way his men are reacting right now, that he’s bluffing

‘Islow’s presence is important here. Hey, old man. What are you doing? Show me you’re not just a lump of fat that can’t do anything.’

Islow didn’t become a boss for nothing.

In addition to the extreme mindset of being able to do anything for the sake of desire, it is possible because he had at least a minimal amount of political power and the ability to deal with people.

Islow paused for a moment, wondering if he had read Kursha’s desperation or if he was angry.

Somehow, some way, he’s going to get through this and win the people back to himself.

But to his surprise, it wasn’t Islow who spoke first.

“I agree.”

Isela’s words stirred everyone up.

“Isela, you!”

Islow glared at her daughter in surprise, and Kursha frowned behind her sunglasses.

It wasn’t just anyone’s opinion, but Isela’s, the boss’s own flesh and blood.

Now that a person with integrity has said that discipline is important, the already rough waves have become uncontrollable.

“Isela! What the hell do you think you’re doing, have you lost your mind?”

“Am I crazy? No, I’m sane, and my father has to take responsibility for what happened, he’s the boss, right?”

“You, you……!”

Islow was speechless. His daughter’s outburst made things worse.

Just as she was wondering what to do, Balud spoke up.

“I told you to show it with your actions, but I don’t have high expectations because I know your current physical condition. So, let’s send a representative.”

“A representative……?”

Islow’s gaze naturally turned to Kursha.

He couldn’t ask for support from Blackstone. In that case, he had to select someone with real power from his own side, and Kursha was the only one.

He knew it, and his fists clenched.

He was about to be dragged off the stage.

‘The problem is…….’

Kursha’s gaze flicked to Osian. If they send a representative, it will surely be Osian.

If that happened, they would lose. If nothing else, this was the man who had taken down Blackstone’s vaunted bodyguards in a matter of moments.

‘I didn’t see him freeze four of them to death just now.’

Balud read Kursha’s uneasy expression, turned to him and spoke in a mock provocative tone.

‘You needn’t worry about that. I’m not sending out a proxy, I’m going to fight this fight myself, so quit your little head games and come forward, Director Kursha.”

“Ha.”

With all eyes on him, Kursha forced a smile and walked slowly forward.

“I thought you were just some stupid savage, but you’re really smart. Yeah, I admit it. I got a real kick out of you.”

Kursha took off his sunglasses and stuffed them into his breast pocket.

“Are you sure? You seem to think you created this whole situation, but I wanted to crush you, too.”

Kursha removed the coat he usually wore over his shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

He gave his wrists a moderate twist to loosen the muscles.

“You little brat, you’re in the wrong. Since you’ve created a situation where you’re fighting me openly like this, are you ready now?”

It was a provocation, meant to somehow elicit an emotional response from his opponent, but Balud remained calm.

“Do you fight with your mouth?”

The words made Kursha look like he’d been punched in the face, and then he let out a smirk.

Kursha signaled to his man, who promptly brought a large attache case.

Taking it, Kursha turned to Balud and asked.

“Weapons?”

“When did I ask for such a thing?”

Balud twirled the hatchet in his hand.

Use a gun, use an axe, use whatever you want.

That was the unspoken rule.

A wide grin tugged at the corners of Kursha’s mouth.

“Good!”

Kursha dropped the case in his hand to the floor.

The impact of the fall caused the case to open, and the object inside jumped out.

Recognizing it, Osian narrowed his eyes from behind his helm.

‘What is that, gloves?’

Kursha pulled the gloves out of thin air and put them on his arms.

They weren’t just any gloves. They were red and sleek, with gems embedded in the backs of his hands.

The gem glowed, and a red armor clung to Kursha’s arms, starting with the gloves.

The red armor reached over his shoulders and then wrapped around his neck, covering his face.

It was far from an ordinary object.

Even if Kursha was a director, it wasn’t a weapon that he could use as a mafia member.

“It’s done.”

Adrian muttered beside Osian.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that that Balud guy is done for, because that’s our latest masterpiece here at Blackstone.”

Blackstone Defense Industries make weapons, but their main focus is on bionics.

A bionic body is a mechanical replacement for a lost body part.

But prosthetics don’t necessarily have to mean chopping off existing limbs.

“Exoskeleton armor. It’s a smaller version of the full metal ogre. Strictly speaking, you could call it reinforced armor.”

Of course, that wasn’t Blackstone’s original weapon.

They were ‘copies’ of something else.

“Tirna’s Executioners use specialized armor called “Arkparts.” This is our own personal weapon, created to keep up with them.”

“You mean you gave it to him?”

“Let’s call it a token of affection.”

“That’s not what you wanted, you wanted the data from the actual fight.”

Adrian fell silent at Osian’s sharp point.

Whatever it was, it meant that Kursha was now equipped with a high-powered, state-of-the-art weapon that he didn’t normally use.

“Oooh. This is a nice touch.”

Kursha looked at his red-gloved hands and immediately slammed his fists together.

That alone sent red sparks flying around.

Kursha’s eyes flashed red as he covered his face with the helmet.

“Hey. Are you ready for this, barbarian?”

“…….”

Balud stared at Kursha wordlessly.

Kursha shook his shoulders in amusement.

“Hahaha! Hey, what’s with the sudden silence, did you get scared or something? But it’s too late for regrets, I’d like to see your smug face contorted, so I’ll start by slowly tearing you limb from limb!”

Kursha lunged at Balud.

His movements through the rainwater were too fast for the eye to follow.

The Balud family, who had known about Kursha for a long time, opened their eyes wide.

He prefers melee combat. When everyone else was using guns, he preferred to beat people to death with his fists.

He was skilled enough to do that, but his current move was different.

This was due to the power of the Red Armor he wore.

Ether water flows through the joints of the gemstone armor, giving the user’s body a tremendous amount of power.

Red sparks lingered in the air as Kursha followed his trajectory.

Kursha, who had come within striking distance of Balud, raised his clenched fist.

“You’re not going to die with this, are you?”

He aimed for Balud’s jaw.

The plan was to take him down, and then follow up with another blow.

But Kursha’s thoughts would have to stop there.

-Bam!

Balud’s raised hatchet blocked his punch.

“Blocked?”

“I thought I told you that at some point.”

He increased the power of the Red Armor to push the axe away, but Balud didn’t budge.

“If you call me a barbarian, I will kill you.”

Kursha felt a chill run down his spine as he met Balud’s eyes beyond the axe.

At that moment, Balud’s other hand moved. The axe was aimed at his shoulder.

Kursha snorted and threw out his fist, knocking the axe away.

“What do you think you’re going to do with such an archaic weapon!”

Kursha curled his fist into a tight ball and a red electric current formed at the top of his fist. With one loud flick, the current mixed with the rainwater and struck Balud’s body.

A series of electric fists rained down, targeting Balud’s opening as he stood frozen in place.

Each blow sent red sparks flying around him.

“It’s over.”

Adrian was sure of it.

If it had gone that far, Balud would have become a rag.

Osian saw Adrian’s reaction and spoke coldly.

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand. We’re not the ones who are finished, quite the contrary.”

Osian continued to watch, though the others did not as Balud calmly parried Kursha’s fists with his two hatchets.

“He’s a warrior of the North and the seed of a hero. He is qualitatively different from those who only rely on weapons and hit others in the back of the head.”

-Boom!

There was a loud explosion. Adrian’s gaze turned to the center of the explosion.

Kursha, who should have been the center of the blast, had fallen backward.

Part of the red armor covering his chest was shredded.

“What!”

“What the hell is going on?”

The fight was hard to follow with the naked eye, so the mobsters didn’t quite understand what was happening.

Just as Kursha was getting into position, Balud stepped in.

Moving with lightning speed, he swung his hatchet.

Blood glistened everywhere on his body, and the runes on his forearms glowed.

The hatchet was coated with a frosty aura.

-Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Each swing of the hatchet sounded like a bomb exploding. Kursha struggled to block with both arms, but his body kept being knocked back.

“What the hell! Why!”

Kursha couldn’t understand. Surely he had the upper hand and a much better weapon, so why?

A truth he didn’t want to admit flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Balud was much stronger than he was?

Regardless, Balud swung his axe indiscriminately. It was a series of strikes that made one wonder if he was even breathing.

The blade of Balud’s hatchet snapped under the force of the attack.

Kursha seized the opportunity. Now that his weapon was gone, he could no longer exert his strength!

Balud raised his hand toward the nothingness.

“What the hell are you doing…….?”

At that moment, Kursha saw it. A two-handed axe flew out of nowhere like a boomerang and landed in Balud’s hand.

His body jerked forward as he realized that his opponent had exposed an opening.

Balud used the mysterious power that only Northerners wielded but by the time Kursha realized his mistake, it was too late.

Balud, holding a new weapon enchanted with the Rune of Restoration, brought his axe down.

It was no ordinary axe, but one imbued with the power of the storm.

Kursha instinctively crossed his arms to block the blow but the incredibly durable Red Armor fell helplessly before the blade.

Both of Kursha’s arms were sliced off below the forearms.

“Kaaaahhhhhh!!!”

Kursha’s tearing scream rang out.

Whether he realized it or not, Balud still kicked his opponent in the chest.

Trampling over Kursha, who lost both arms and fell off balance, Balud raised his axe.

-Whoooooo!

The power of the storm in his axe mingled with the power of his frost, creating a swirl of ice crystals around him.

“That’s it.”

Balud slammed his axe down on Kursha’s head as a light blue light exploded, spreading a chill around him.

The rain from the sky froze into ice crystals then the crystals shattered under the impact of the explosion, scattering like stardust.

At the center of the beautiful spectacle, Balud descended from the white, frozen corpse of Kursha.