Chapter 73 – Bruce Lee

Master Lee So-ryong, the martial god, said this.

[Jeet Kune Do deals with the law with the lawless, and the limited with the infinite.]

and i say

[If you’re going to hit it, hit the vitals. And if you’re going to hit a vital spot, hit it damn hard.]

Puck!

The blade of my hand struck the philtrum of the attendant who was seeking my life.

“Wow, you’re holding on to this? You’ve probably lost a few front teeth? You might have to live on porridge from now on, but is that okay?”

“This… Hwayi… Heh… Eh…”

whey? Lan Hui Hong? That Chinese Chef? Did this bastard just call me Chinese? One of the racial discriminations often inflicted on Asians abroad is to say, ‘Are you Chinese?’ I thought this bastard was a simple communist, but he was even racially discriminating. This is an evil that goes against democracy and encompasses white supremacy, so I had to punish this person as a defender of justice.

Watch over Jean-Jacques Rousseau!!! The moment I punish these communists and establish democracy!

My fist broke the servant’s ribs. He was now in pain and was crying. Are you sick? I am also in tears. The horrors of communism that brainwashed you like this.

“Are you sick? I’m sick too.”

As the successor of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, it breaks my heart that I have had victims like you for failing to spread democracy farther.

“This whey… Ingah…”

Faye again? I mean, I’m not a Chinese chef.

Watch Martin Luther King!!! The moment I punish this racist and achieve racial unity!

I raised both fists. Then, he slightly raised his middle finger, hit the calf’s temple, and made it rotate.

It can be said to be the magic of fist-spinning to punish a bad child. A skill I learned from a woman with a 5-year-old son

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the guy died screaming.

“Please, in the next world, be born in a world without democracy and racial discrimination.”

I put my palms together and wished him a proper reincarnation. Yeah, even though you’re a fucking communist and a racist, how could that be your fault alone? It’s probably because the environment made you that way.

But damn, if these bastards came to me, isn’t there a possibility that these communist bastards came to other people as well?

I picked up the dining knife that was lying on the table. It was for eating, but not dull like a patty knife. Handling this type of knife is not my specialty, but now is not the time to cover it up. First of all, I should check Airi’s condition.

The moment I left the room, another dagger flew from the side. But he’s really bad at throwing knives. When I was young, if I had thrown a knife like that, I wouldn’t have even eaten dinner that day.

Thanks to this, I was able to grab the blade of the knife without difficulty and turn it round and round to grab the handle. Damn, the dagger is a dual wield weapon.

“Ah~ Did you bring one because you didn’t have enough weapons? Be thankful too.”

Like a communist, you have a strong sense of sharing equally. It’s a pity to attack your weakness, but after all, this side also has to risk their lives to fight.

“…Aren’t you using magic?”

“Is it worth it against you?”

My body seems to be too stiff lately, so I needed to exercise with all my might. Any strong person will become weak without continuous training and training, and rust will grow if no one is managed.

These bastards were just enough to brush off my rust.

“I will make you regret it.”

This bastard said he’d make me regret it, and he jumped at me. Are you obsessed with me?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like novels obsessed with regret. Harem, pure love, lilies, martial arts, science fiction…”

“What is this bastard muttering!”

This fuck was ignoring my novel taste. I thought it would show the advantages of communism, but it shows its disadvantages without filtering. Bastards who ignore individual tastes and preferences. Aren’t these bastards digging up the tomb of Confucius and destroying cultural assets like the Red Guards? In the name of UNESCO’s first president, Julian Huxley…

I put a knife in the belly of the kid.

“Quuck!”

“Are you sick?”

However, my attack, inheriting UNESCO’s will, did not end there.

Galileo Galilei said:

[Still, the earth turns.]

And I, Werner, said.

“My sword also spins round and round.”

It is not the end just because a knife is stabbed in the belly. Knife bread is completed only when it is turned round and round. It is called knife bread because it requires hand movements like kneading.

However, as someone who worships communism, it seems that madness was at stake. Even in the middle of it, you pushed me away and increased the distance. It’s an ending where you either die or become paralyzed because you messed up all the sundae in the belly.

“This bastard fights like a joke…”

“Then shall we stop joking around? Then it becomes very boring.”

“…What?”

“Then I won’t play pranks. You were friends who hated pranks.”

I just approached him and lifted his chin.

“Kuheouk!”

His mouth opened just like that, and I grabbed my lower and upper teeth as they were. Then, as if opening a sliding door, I tore his mouth open and made it into a red mask. No, the red mask only has its mouth torn, and this guy’s neck is torn as well, so it must be a super red mask. The red mask is originally a being close to a ghost, so I made a cross by overlapping my hands for exorcism.

Seeing the cross, the symbol of god that defeats ghosts, the super red mask collapsed on the floor and was bleeding.

“Look, isn’t it boring?”

Because of this, I hope you can enjoy it a little while fighting. If everyone died like this, training would be meaningless. Could it be that this is a ploy to rust my skills?

Black Round Table These bastards were vicious. You took the great magic, and now you’re trying to take away my fighting and weapon skills. I will surely punish you on this day.

Just then, screams were heard from the room at the end of the hallway.

“Kyaahhhhh!”

This voice was not Airi, Glaceon, or Camellia. It was the voice of Ricardo’s wife, Flora.

Yes, other women can’t be beaten by these pathetic communist bastards. Therefore, it is the duty of an English gentleman to save the woman who sent out the distress signal like that. I just ran

I kicked the door of the room where I heard the screams.

And what I could see was Flora, who was bleeding while holding a baby, besides a communist bastard holding a long sword without a nose.

“Ver… Werner? Help! The assassins are targeting us…! At least the baby…”

“What do you mean, just a baby?”

“Yeah?”

“If I kill that bastard now, I can save everyone.”

The communist bastard must have prioritized me, too, and the direction of the knife changed.

“Hey, put that in.”

The bastard still didn’t say anything and just posed.

“No, I’m talking about you.”

What I’m holding is a crappy knife, but that bastard can’t even play around with a proper sword like that. Besides, when he used magic, he didn’t have the confidence to control nearby Flora and her baby so they wouldn’t get caught up in it.

The bastard ignored my advice and ran.

I dodged slightly and got stuck in the black door. To use such a long weapon indoors, that’s not a real asshole.

I hit him right on the chin.

Despite being punched in the jaw, it hesitated for a moment, but then straightened up again. I thought about throwing the knife, but I didn’t throw it because Flora or the baby could get hit if this bastard was to dodge.

It’s embarrassing to see them walk away like this…

Fortunately, he rushed right in, as if trying to alleviate my worries. Judging by his posture, is he aiming for my eyeballs? I’m not from the Uchiha clan, so I want to know why I’m aiming for the eyes first.

And can’t you see how to deal with an attack that shows where you are going to attack?

I grabbed the bastard’s right arm.

“You should learn from the real basics again.”

He twisted his arm and lifted it with his knee, breaking it.

“Quaaagh!”

“Why are you so loud when the baby is quiet?”

Just as there is a No-Kids Zone where children are not allowed to enter because of the noisy kids, I thought I should also make a No-Assassin Zone that says no-assassins are not allowed in.

I dared to kill a helpless woman and child, and the blood of an English gentleman could not stop my right hand.

“Turn it off…”

Just like that, that bastard was made into a super red mask.