I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 293

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Chapter 293
293: Frenzied Demon Battle (2) – Hasty
The moment the Overseer Party members witnessed the colossal mushroom cloud blooming into the sky and heard the deafening roar from a distance, their faces drained of all color.
If the Asura actually died, it would be problematic. We rushed to the battlefield where Dohyun and Hasty were fighting, only to find that Hasty had already exhausted all his mana.
“My mana is completely depleted.”
“Dohyun is nearly depleted too, but… he still has some left.”
When Hanalin and Jiyuchan, unfamiliar with the Asura, spoke with a hint of optimism, Hezway and Vera, who knew the Asura well, remained visibly pale.
Hanalin, noticing their murmuring expressions, looked at the two of them questioningly.
Then both of them answered.
“…The Asura clash with their physical bodies if they lack mana.”
“…I believe mana is not an essential element in combat.”
“What do you mean…”
“What!? Without mana, their strength would drop to less than half!?”
At Hezway and Vera’s words, the two of them looked at Hasty and Dohyun in shock, and sure enough, they began charging toward each other.
Hasty’s speed in particular was extraordinary.
Was this truly the speed of running on pure physical body alone with mana completely depleted?
Hanalin and Jiyuchan, now truly experiencing firsthand how physical bodies could differ even with identical stats, watched intently, while Hezway spoke with some relief.
“Still, at least we’re fortunate. With Dohyun and that Asura both lacking mana, we should be able to stop them easily enough.”
They had run here with all their strength reserved, not expending everything in case they needed to intervene, which was why they arrived somewhat late.
So when Hezway suggested they simply observe for now, everyone nodded in agreement.
As the Overseer Party arrived, Hasty’s first punch shot forward toward Dohyun like a bullet.
Though he couldn’t use refined combat techniques, the raw, brutal striking combined with the Asura’s physical prowess tore through the air as the fist advanced.
Kuakwagagaga——!!!
The brutal punch that outpaced sound itself flew toward Dohyun, but my supple arm whipped out like a whip, cutting through the air with fluid sharpness, deflecting Hasty’s first punch away.
Chaeaeng——!!!
Metal and fist collided, yet the sound of metal striking metal rang out.
Recalling that this body was unsheathed in mana, it was unbelievable. Normally it would be impossible, but the Asura’s formidable physique made it possible.
Thus the first punch was deflected.
But the moment the first punch was deflected, the second punch came immediately after.
The first punch came from the left, but seeing the second punch fly in from the right, I moved my already-swinging arm with even greater fluidity, deflecting the second punch as well.
Chaeaeng———!!!
As the second punch was deflected, the third punch that filled its place came from the left this time.
I used a fresh arm to whip it out like a whip and block the punch, and the tempo accelerated steadily.
Fourth, fifth, sixth.
Hasty’s punches filled the space, coming one after another, while I wielded twin daggers like whips, deflecting each one.
The tempo grew faster and faster, like some piano piece whose pace became unstoppable and ever more rapid.
Chaeng!
Chaeaeng!
Chaejaejaeng!
Chaejaejaejaejaeng!
Crackle, crackle, crackle——!!!
The moment their bodies collided, the sound rang out sharply across the surroundings, and a shockwave erupted from the pure collision of two forms—no qi involved, just raw impact.
Crack, crack.
Crackle, crackle, crackle——!!!
Every surface the shockwave touched—ground, walls, mountainside—was carved away to bare stone. Hasty’s six arms rose like angry waves against the assault, while Dohyun’s two arms became a tempest, tearing through those waves with relentless fury.
Neither seemed to hold a clear advantage.
“Wow, that’s incredible.”
“Without mana, to reach that level…”
“Well, as a Superior Race, there are definite benefits to being born as one.”
“The Asura Clan especially receives quite substantial advantages.”
Everyone was marveling at Hasty, an Asura, when the change occurred.
Hanalin was the first to notice the shift.
Hasty’s arms, which had possessed durability equal to blades, were now visibly tattered compared to before. All six of them.
And then, at some point.
A thin line of blood.
At first, only a delicate trickle seeped out.
But as fists and daggers continued to collide, Hasty’s knuckles were being shredded into rags, worn away with each exchange.
The Asura Clan’s fearsome regeneration seemed to have faded—without mana to draw upon, there was no way to activate their transcendent healing.
As wounds multiplied across his knuckles, Dohyun’s eyes gleamed with revelation.
‘I couldn’t grasp it at first…’
With that thought, I began to move deliberately.
Pale blue light traced lines through the air as I advanced toward Hasty, who raised his fists to strike again—but in that instant, I drew upon the power of Sashin.
The meager mana that remained.
Yet even that pittance was enough.
The true strength of Sashin lay in concealment; more mana would only hinder it.
So I hid my body using only the smallest amount of mana—not even enough to activate a technique.
One of Sashin’s most terrifying powers: exploiting the opponent’s blind spots.
Especially with so many arms, Hasty’s vision directly below him was abysmal, with numerous blind spots.
If I could slip into those gaps skillfully, even Hasty could not pierce the concealment of a transcendent assassin.
But Hasty had no intention of searching for me. The reason was simple.
‘Even if I disappear.’
‘If an attack comes, I’ll sense it.’
‘And I can block it.’
Hasty was confident.
No matter how skilled I was, in a situation where mana was nearly depleted like his own, I couldn’t easily manifest blade force or even qi—he was certain of this.
His six fists had become rags from the repeated impacts, but he was convinced he could block a single thrust.
Yet Hasty knew only half the truth.
He didn’t know that skills embedded in artifacts could be activated with minimal mana.
As I infused a small amount of mana into the artifact of Sashin I held, a shadow like blade force flowed forth, wrapping around the dagger’s edge. I slipped through the opening and drove the blade toward Hasty.
Whoooosh——!!!
“Cough!”
“Hack!”
“Gack!”
My dagger pierced cleanly through Hasty’s right shoulder blade.
I hadn’t anticipated the blade going through so completely, but perhaps that’s what it meant to be a celestial combat race. Even impaled, Hasty twisted toward the wound and attempted to strike me away.
I thought he would expect me to withdraw the blade and retreat.
But that wasn’t what happened.
Rather than retreating, I gripped the dagger firmly, lowered my body, and rotated my entire frame around Hasty’s body while keeping the blade embedded from his back.
Shhhhhhiiiiing——!!!
As I spun with the dagger still lodged in his flesh, a long laceration tore from the pierced back down through the lower back and into the abdomen, the horrific agony rendering Hasty unable to even scream.
Blood streamed from all three mouths and noses of his three heads.
Yet Hasty refused to yield, fighting to maintain his fading vision as he clasped all six hands together and brought them down upon me with devastating force.
Whoooooosh——!!!
Even as death claimed him from his mortal wounds, the power contained in Hasty’s descending six arms exceeded that of explosives.
But I slipped sharply between those falling limbs, bent my knees, and surged upward like an ascending dragon, delivering a devastating uppercut to Hasty’s jaw!
Boom——!!!
The impact was so violent that his brain didn’t merely shake—it seemed to liquify. Hasty lost consciousness in that instant, his arms going limp, and seizing the moment, I launched myself from midair, spun my body, and drove a precise kick directly into his right face.
Boom———!!!
The violent collision sent shockwaves through him, his brain rattling once more, and with a blow severe enough to be considered critical even for an Asura, Hasty’s eyes rolled back.
Then he collapsed forward.
As the three-meter-tall Hasty fell, his massive frame crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, dust billowing up around his broken form.
Boom———!
Me, unmarked and unscathed, and Hasty, a mangled wreck drowning in a pool of blood.
There was no question about who had won this battle.
I had known Dohyun had grown stronger, but witnessing an actual proper fight left the Overseer Party stunned.
Yet all four of them, rather than surrendering at the sight of such overwhelming power, ignited their pride and fighting spirit, their eyes gleaming with determination.
Dohyun turned back toward the Overseer Party and shouted.
“Hezway! Heal him!”
“Ah! Of course!”
Just as Hezway was about to heal Hasty as instructed, Dohyun sat down heavily and muttered as if exhausted.
“Phew, he can’t die—he’s far too excellent a sparring partner for your training.”
Flinch.
At those words, Hezway froze momentarily.
Hezway, who had been burning with determination to catch up to Dohyun until moments ago, wasn’t alone—Hanalin, Jiyuchan, and Vera all trembled at his statement, their fighting spirit faltering.
Their determination was real, but the realization that such a ferocious opponent would become their sparring partner gave them pause.
They had already heard tales of the Asura Clan’s competitive nature and battle hunger, and Hanalin and Jiyuchan understood it well—but now they were to fight such a creature?
The reason Dohyun had prevented me from killing the Asura was precisely because endless pursuit and combat with a dead Asura was both dangerous and tedious, yet engaging in infinite sparring with a living one seemed no different—a contradiction I couldn’t quite grasp.
But soon they all regained their composure and shook their heads.
They had grasped the truth.
‘Let’s keep him alive first and think later—we’ll do infinite sparring with him anyway.’
‘If I kill them, it’s an endless sparring match anyway.’
‘If I let them live, it’s still an endless sparring match.’
‘No matter what I do, it’ll all be the same in the end….’
They could all reach that conclusion remarkably fast.
After all, if it was Dohyun, he would do exactly that.
And more than anything.
‘Rather than facing Dohyun….’
‘Fighting the Asura Clan….’
‘Might actually be better.’
‘Though Dohyun is definitely scarier….’
As all four of them shared similar thoughts, Dohyun looked at them as if something was strange, and they all pretended not to notice while healing Hasty.
And regardless of what his party members did, Dohyun gazed at Hasty with a satisfied smile and murmured softly.
‘Found it. My sparring partner.’
At Dohyun’s words, Hasty’s body seemed to flinch and tremble, but they assumed it was a backlash from the healing process.

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