Bam!
Paul broke a few more teeth.
Bam!
Paul's body became mangled just a bit more.
Bam!
Paul's head suffered another deadly concussion.
Bam!
His body suffered from the penetration of another deadly dagger stab.
At this moment, his body was mangled and covered in blood. His left cheek was swollen, his lips were bruised and uneven, showing the level of beating that they've been subjected to for the past dozen minutes.
His left eye was closed shut, an effect of the beating to his face.
He could barely stand straight as one of his legs seemed to have dislocated. Despite all these many injuries though, the look in his eyes never changed.
That fiery look remained.
Standing with all these injuries, Paul stared at his opponent with the same level of concentration in his surviving one eye. His hands were calloused and covered in blood, but their grip was still firmly around the Stilettos.
Despite receiving a ruthless beating for the past 10 minutes, Paul never let go of the Stilettos once. Afterall, they were his key to victory.
Even as all these injuries filled his body, at this moment, there was still a soft white glow surrounding his body as he circulated his God essence, making use of his God power of healing.
His healing stemmed the flow of blood, struggling to heal his numerous injuries. This was the only reason why he didn't go down from blood loss yet.
Unlike him, his opponent was still in relatively pristine state.
The lean man did not have a single cut on his body and his brown leather ranger clothes that also served as his thin armor.
He still held his daggers in a back-handed grip as he glared at this boy with hate and malice in his eyes. 'Why won't he just give up?' He thought angrily.
At this moment, his breathing was labored as he stared at the boy. After 10 minutes of absolutely battering him, he finally felt the toll and had to rest.
Afterall, he didn't have the power of superhuman endurance.
As an intermediate awakened, of course, his endurance was higher than a normal human's but the difference was not too ridiculous.
With his two God powers of acute senses and foresight, all his God powers were focused on his mind and not his body.
This was why he was feeling the toll now.
"Do you want to die?" He spat.
Paul calmly looked at him with his one eye. "That is the only way that you can theoretically save your daughter".
This lean man gritted his teeth. The injuries covering this boy's body contrasted against the calm look on his face made him feel like punching more of his teeth out, he wondered how he could stay so calm in such a harrowing situation.
'Calm down, calm down,' he thought. 'It's not good to get riled up now'.
'This boy, he's dangerous'.
'His will,' his eyes were narrowed. 'It's unbendable'.
This man would know after fighting the boy for 10 minutes, and only hearing him groan slightly despite the agony and pain he was inflicting on his body.
Paul was no good with his Stilettos, atrocious even but with every stab, this boy was getting better at holding a Stiletto, not wielding it.
Paul got better in the sense that he never made the same mistake twice.
If he stabbed his Stiletto in a certain manner this time and it resulted in negative results, he would adjust, never stabbing his Stiletto in the same manner again. In this battle, he was experimenting.
Besides, Paul was now beginning to add his common sense to combat.
From simply wildly stabbing with his Stilettos, there was now purpose behind his stabs. Paul was taking his lecture of the essence of combat being murder a little bit too seriously here.
Against a demonic beast, Paul won't be able to use his sense much since he had very little knowledge about the anatomy of demonic beasts.
But against a human, Paul was well-versed in human anatomy after spending 6 years in the thick walls of school in Turuk Village.
He knew where the heart was, he knew where the lungs were, including most joints in the human body, and their functions.
The more this lean man fought against the boy, the more he became wary. 'He's a combat genius'.
'I must end him quickly'.
From blindly attacking, Paul's attacks now had purpose, only targeting places in his opponent's body that could cripple him or even end his life in an instant.
He could no longer predict and evade Paul's attacks as easy as before, they were now more dangerous and insidious.
Besides, Paul was also learning to vary his attacks so that he won't be so predictable anymore to his opponent.
Staring into those deep brown eyes, this man felt his heart shudder. 'I need to end this battle quickly'.
'I need to go in with the intent to kill him'. He realized. 'I can't win if I keep on fighting with the intent to cripple him and drag him off the farm'.
'I've already tried, I can't beat him to unconsciousness, he's always on guard against it'.
'Besides, I can't overpower him with brute strength either,' he gritted his teeth. 'He just has to have the God power of superhuman strength'.
This lean man shook his head the next moment. "Paul, you leave me no choice, do not blame me".
He charged in for the attack again and this time, immediately, Paul could sense it as he felt his danger senses tingle.
Wait, his danger senses, when did that start?
Everyone has the sense of danger naturally in them but for warriors, they were able to hone this instinct to truly frightening levels, even more perfected by awakened warriors factioned to the Divine Heimdall.
The lean man didn't charge towards him in a straight line, this man charged in before executing a feint to the side to confuse the boy.
Paul was inexperienced, against his opponent's feint, immediately, he was confused.
But he was not rooted to the spot as something else happened. Right as the lean man executed a feint, an image appeared in Paul's head.
In the image, he saw the lean man's dagger cut his neck.
The dagger didn't cut all the way through though, only cutting deep enough to severe a nerve that affected the flow of oxygen to his head.
In the moving image, he saw himself instantly go unconscious after the attack. All this happened in the moving image.
In reality, the lean man was still attacking, having just executed a feint.
Paul was no longer confused as he already knew where the attack would come from. Moving his left hand, he let the man's dagger stab his palm.
He winced in pain as blood spurted out of his palm, yet tightening his palm into a fist, it helped him hold the man in place with his prodigious strength, then he stabbed with his right hand that held the other Stiletto.
The lean man could not react, he was so thorough in his feint and attack that he expected Paul to remain rooted on the spot, frozen in confusion.
He never expected the boy to read his attack and block it, and most importantly, he never expected a counterattack so fast.
Pressing his body close to the older man so he wouldn't escape, Paul stabbed with the Stiletto at his chin as it penetrated with ease. The tip of the dagger burst out through the top of his head.
The man's eyes stared in shock; a silent question forever frozen in his lips. 'How?'
Paul looked into his eyes with his one eye. "I'm also a Heimdall".