Pick Me Up Infinite Gacha! - P.M.U Chapter 186: For Just Once (10) (Part 2)

Countless spear strikes were launched at Aaron.

Aaron swung his spear to defend his vitals, retreating step by step.

Until he reached the edge of the square stage.

“Now sleep!”

Vanil gripped his spear and charged.

10 minutes later.

“……It’s not even fun anymore.”

Vanil furrowed his brow.

30 minutes into the match.

Aaron’s uniform was in tatters, and his body was covered in wounds.

Blood that dripped down seeped into the cracks on the floor, forming pools.

Yet, Aaron had not fallen.

“Why won’t you finish it? It’s getting boring.”

“Hey, hurry up and finish it! We want to see the finals!”

Vanil tightened his grip on the spear.

“I admit your tenacity. I didn’t want to kill you, but…… it can’t be helped.”

The spear tip aimed at Aaron’s heart.

‘You didn’t want to kill him?’

The Second Coming of the Demon Sword.

I don’t know who gave him that nickname.

“Stupid.”

I snickered.

Vanil stomped the ground. The spinning spear blade burrowed towards Aaron’s heart.

“……!”

Aaron spat out what he had been holding in his mouth.

Bright red blood sprayed across Vanil’s face, and he flinched. However, he quickly recovered his stance and continued his attack. But his aim was slightly off.

Thunk.

The spear blade pierced right next to Aaron’s heart.

As Vanil tried to withdraw his spear, Aaron gripped the spear shaft.

That was the end.

“Uh……”

Vanil coughed up blood and collapsed.

The was a hole between his brows.

‘Isn’t he a fool?’

If you really wanted to win, you should have brought out your sword.

Moreover, not wanting to kill? That weak heart stance created an opening.

While he undoubtedly had talent, it seemed he lacked real combat experience. If he had undergone proper combat training, he wouldn’t have entertained such thoughts.

“I… I’ve won…”

Aaron’s words faltered.

Just before he collapsed, he propped himself up with the spear.

Breath rushed from his mouth.

“Ah, Aaron has won!”

The judge, who had been dumbly watching, raised his flag.

Simultaneously, boos rained down.

“What kind of match was that!”

“Why is the level of the fight so low?!”

“He won by luck after being beaten up, what kind of game is that!”

“The second coming of the Demon Sword? I was tricked by such a title. Oh my.”

The audience was undoubtedly unamused.

Clearly, Aaron was lacking.

Moreover, the last reversal occurred after he spat the blood he had been holding in his mouth.

The fierce and splendid battle the audience desired was far from what transpired.

“Aaron, the final will start in 10 minutes. Please return to the waiting room…”

Aaron did not respond to the referee’s instruction.

He just staggered, standing on the stage.

“……”

His blood-soaked eyes turned towards me.

I walked onto the stage, smiling.

“Referee!”

“Yes?”

“Let’s start the final match now.”

“What do you mean? The rules are clearly established…”

“This guy’s already done for. If he goes back to the waiting room, he won’t be able to stand up.”

He was barely holding himself upright.

The moment he took a step, he would fall.

And likely never get up again.

“If you want to tart the final now, that’s fine with me.”

“That is… if both parties agree…”

The referee looked towards Aaron.

Aaron gave a slight nod.

“He agrees.”

The referee hurried off the stage, probably to report to the higher-ups.

The decision would soon be announced.

The audience’s booing continued.

“……Hyung-nim.”

Aaron was looking at me.

“What.”

“I, I won.”

“Good job. I knew you would.”

Aaron glanced aside.

Vanil’s body was dissipating into light.

“I, I remember…”

Staggering, he leaned on his spear,

Aaron murmured.

“57 years… it wasn’t 57 years…”

“……”

“I am… why…”

Drip.

Blood streamed from Aaron’s eyes.

“I tried so hard… and it all meant nothing…”

“……”

“I wanted to win fairly… with my real skill.”

Aaron wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Blood-mixed tears fell to the floor.

“It was all meaningless, wasn’t it.”

“It could be.”

“What was I fighting for…”

A sob mixed into Aaron’s voice.

I sighed.

“Aaron.”

“……”

“I’m standing in front of you.”

A man who has everything you couldn’t possibly have.

Blessed talent, unwavering spirit, indomitable will, and even immense luck.

“I’ll fight you with all my strength.”

“……”

“I won’t hold back because you’re in bad shape. I’ll crush you with everything I have.”

“……Yes.”

“That’s all you need to know.”

Swoosh.

I drew my Bifrost.

The highest grade item in existence.

I don’t hold back.

I do as I say.

‘Show me.’

Peep.

The referee, having returned to the arena, blew his whistle.

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