When two moons were shining in the sky and emitting their purple light towards Natch E, the two fighters were so engrossed in fighting that they had forgotten the pain and agony.
With the wrist watch that had saved him from a bullet, Augustya was pumped up to battle in full power.
Meg gave information about the Gan.
"Gan Dawn
Age : 38
Height : 5'9 feet
Species - Hivag
Fighter rank - A
Personality- Cheerful, kind and bipolar personality
Ability- Has a good defense and can dodge bullets." Augustya quickly glanced at the data.
"Oii! Gan, how do you feel about it?" Augustya asked, putting on an evil grin.
*Crack crack* He cracked his knuckles as his eyes were furious.
"Kid, your childish trick won't last."
Augustya gently threw bombs onto the ground and withdrew rapidly behind a 100 meter radius.
*Shhh! Boom*
In a blink of an eye, blue mist almost covered the place and made Gan blind.
Taking advantage of this, he jumped and violently threw punches at him. The night goggles and earplugs helped Augustya see and injure his opponent.
Because of Gan's lack of visibility, he held back a little and let the boy have a little fun
→Drawback now; Hivag's (Gan's) vision would return in 30 seconds.←
Hearing this, Augustya decided to do long jabs. His first two strikes hit brilliantly, but after that, Gan grabbed his waist and knocked him to the ground.
"Uhhh!"
→Our prediction was wrong. We need 121 seconds to update our system.←
"°….°" Now Augustya needed to rely on himself.
[1 minute had passed.]
Augustya was covered with bruises and spitting blood. Who would have thought that even technology couldn't match Gan's strategy and strength. For the past 4 minutes, Augustya had just been knocking down and tasting the dirt. Additionally, Hivags were known for their endurance and power. They seemed to be like homo sapiens with their bulky bodies and 2 inch thick skin protecting them from any brutal attacks.
"How are you feeling, Augustya?" A chuckling expression appeared on his face.
"You!" He held his breath as Gan told him his name.
"How do you know my identity? This should be.."
He interrupted: "Naive child, I know from the beginning."
Furthermore, Augustya didn't utter a single word, he motivated himself to stand up on his feet again.
"Meg, are you done with scanning the Gan moves?"
→Need one minute to predict his move; till then, get beaten by him.← Meg said it in a sassy tone.
"I guess, I don't have to pretend.."
Rapidly, Gan grabbed his neck and lifted him in the air. There was a spooky aura emanating, as if the devil was here.
The horrified gaze that quivered Augustya's body couldn't let him fight back. Besides, the pressure on his neck was increasing as he had difficulty breathing.
"What did I say to you? I fight to kill." His voice was low yet powerful enough to intimidate the enemy.
"You know the dwarf who told you to kill me is the same one who asked me to eliminate you." His face was cold like liquid nitrogen. Augustya observed a few marks, and the fierce eye that was giving him chills ran down his spine.
"Why are you telling me now?"
"To annoy you," a mischievous smile appeared on his face. This was the perfect opportunity to slit his throat as he carried a knife, but he liked the boy's crying and the fear in his eyes.
"It's hurting. Drop me down! " The boy begged.
"Ahhhh!"
Somehow, Augustya pierced a vine on his chest and withdrew to him. Augustya took a deep breath; his heart was pounding like a drum. The treachery he had received from Pancho made his trust and belief shake.
"Augustya, how did you feel when you killed your brother?" The words have already escaped from his mouth.
"Agony!" He shouted loud and clear.
He impulsively punched his face, but Gan dodged it. Augustya's face was filled with madness, and the only thing he wanted was crimson blood. He had good reflexes but lacked fighting experience.
→I'm done with copying Gan moves.←
Finally, Augustya grasped his senses.
His right leg had been dislocated, yet he moved forward.
"Be like iron; flow like water
It doesn't matter who is against you
Fight like igrius." Augustya was reciting the poem in his head to erase the fear he felt a few minutes ago.
"Meg, start number 1,"
"Command accepted."
→Data 1 accepted. Don't exhaust your body too much.←
The boy clenched his hands and kissed his knuckles. All of a sudden, a 2.1 Richter scale earthquake happened that sent him tumbling.
"Ahhh," he shrieked and fell down on the field. Gan switched out the gun to electric gloves. Electric gloves worked when electrons transfer from one to another; for that, he had to rub both hands together to generate heat or electricity. His gloves could be modified as per the requirements for distance and the operator.
In a fraction of a second, gloves shook the 1-meter radius of land.
"This is power. Tell me, boy. How do you feel when you pull the trigger and kill your own brother?"
"Never dared to,"
*Bang*
Suddenly, a bullet fired and it hit Augustya's arm.
"Ahhhh!"
→Your heart rate is increasing, your blood pressure is increasing, and your oxygen level is less than 90. Breath.← Meg informed. The puddle of blood stained on his beige dress.
Someone's footsteps could be heard, and a small man was coming closer.
"Can't you make things interesting. I was getting bored," Pancho said, covering his yawn with the back of his hand.
Gan stepped up to the child, who was shrieking and holding his tears back.
"You told me not to kill the Prince. Torture enough to break down."
"Did I?" Pancho snorted his nose and was shocked by the new information he gained.
He clearly mentioned that he was to kill him or tear apart his limbs. Sadly, Gan didn't do either. Pancho threw a sack of cash towards him.
"Go away! I can take over this," Pancho ordered him.
Just like that, Gan left the ground.
"Bee, carry the child." As Stoney, aka Bee, carried him, Augustya began fussing and whimpering.
"Pancho, can't you be more gentle with this kid."
"Nope. Take him to the lab and draw his blood as long as you can. Give him anesthesia to shut his mouth," Pancho said in a harsh tone.
Dwarf continued, "I don't want him to die from losing too much blood. Beside, He has 4 million sols bounty on his name. We should treat him a little nicer. "
Both of them were lost in their conversation as they couldn't hear the boy weep.
Pacho replied back, " our job is to slit other throats not being nice to them.
"Why did you bet on him when you know he has 75% chance of losing?" Pancho asked in curiosity. From the beginning, Pancho knew that Augustya would lose.
"I don't have a big brain like you, but I want to give it a shot. You don't see the 25% chance of him winning. "
"That's what a fool sees," he quoted.