BornAndTorn 112 Friendship Blossoms By Punches To The Head 2

In comparison to the Churches, they did not look at affinity to the elements but were judging the vessel. While the vessel was of importance to the Churches as well, the temples were looking for scarce types which could occur when the parents had a very diluted bloodline.

Those children were then taken in and taught how to utelize their strange body. Despite the harsh criteria for a selection, once they have been trained, they act as a strong force and can scout many dangerous areas without losing their lives.

But due to the risky nature of their jobs, there are a lot of accidents, that keeps the number of them particularly low. Trying to breed those type of bodies did not yield any good results and the idea was discarded.

The babies stemming from this type of breeding were then used as cannon-fodder on the frontlines and quickly forgotten about. The status quo was enough because even though a scout is useful, they do not serve any other purpose.

The killing of monsters is and will be done by magic, not a pseudo version which strengthens the body. No matter how rare or how strong their body is, in the end, it will remain a body. That is why he enjoyed the fight in front of his eyes but did not a.s.sign it any importance.

As to why those 10 people left their temple and were allowed to come to this world was the true cause of concern for Tom. Besides that, he could not fathom exactly why his aid fighting with one of them in the first place.

He had just been talking to the young woman and then before he had noticed it his aid had started the fight with one member of the temple.

While Tom was pondering on how things got this far, the members of the Church were discussing something entirely else.

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" Junior Brother seems to have more trouble then intentionally expected," said one member of the Church looking at the fight with a bit of schadenfreude.

"It's not like you would fare any better than him." Another member of the Temple chimed in to tease his brother.

This bickering had continued throughout the fight as they spectated from the sidelines. They were surprised to see their brother use magic but it was justifiable after seeing his enemy. If his opponent had not shown leniency as their brother decide to fight with his body alone, then this fight would have been over already.

Despite the long fight everybody of them was enjoying the sight and chatting about all sorts of things. In their mind, there was no scenario in which they would see their brother lose. As strong as his enemy might be, he was solely relying on his flesh.

With magic empowering his attacks it was only a matter of time before the fight would end. Despite the inevitable outcome they still watched the fight in antic.i.p.ation.

" What is his body made of, that he can resist so many punches? "

" Even most monsters have weaker flesh than his, after all, they strengthen theirs with magic."

" And yet I do not even feel an ounce of magic coming from him."

Although they took pride in their body, they used an effect similar to monsters and strengthened it in its entirety. A body this strong without any magic was a novelty for them. If they could achieve that kind of strength without magic, what affect would magic have on a strong body like this?

With their curiosity piqued they tried to watch his body and deduce how it functioned. But since they only could see his face, they did not discover a single thing. It was as there was nothing special about him at all.

His movements and strange technique went unappreciated as no one paid any attention towards minor details like that. It was only the force behind punches, that defined their worth. The concept of martial arts had never left its infancy and had developed with the display of power.

How could it? The dominant magic and its development did not leave any place for the tactics and technique related to the movement of the body. Add tradition and only a few pract.i.tioners in the mix and nothing changes.

Progress and development are often born out of necessity and if you have a nuke at your disposal why would you build a sword. If things continued to be this way, then nothing would change at all. Why bother investing time and effort into something fruitless?

At least that is what I thought upon hearing their evaluations of myself. Those people were not too adamant on keeping their thoughts a secret the way they were spilling out anything that came to their mind.

It was hard to enjoy a fight while listening to all of their words. Especially since those w.a.n.kers were criticizing my form and my technique. I am by no means, a prodigy regarding fighting but why can no one tell, what I have been doing until now?

All the bob and weaving, all of my tactically placed punches all of my footwork, everything was ignored by them? I have been doing all of this for nothing? Maybe I should consider beating some sense into those guys.

I even endured all punches just to showcase how much power can be taken off, by utilizing the movement of my head and all that those idiots say was that I have a st.u.r.dy body. Seriously what is wrong with them, that they can not even recognize something as easy as that?

Here I thought I was doing those guys favour because they are pure, but no common sense could be found in any of them. The worst offender was still trying his best to beat me to death, without trying to copy any of my attacks.

I have tried my best to endure and guide them, but I lost patience and decided to beat some common sense into him. But all of my goodwill fell on deaf ears, as this madman was even more agitated by my punches.

But as common sense dictates if at first you don't succeed try and try again. Over and over again my punches were raining on his face, but stubborn as a mule he refused to back down and attacked me as well.

I refused to stop throwing punches because this idiot had to see the error of his ways and even if my face got bruised a little he would be worn out and finally see the mistakes he has done. Or so I thought, the result was us punching the living daylights out of each other with no side showing any intention on stopping it any time soon.

But over time, I was forced to admit that this rabid dog would not stop and I had to admit he showed more willpower than me in this regard. I decided to be the bigger man and just knock him out cold.

But after I started to increase the amount of force, his attacks also started to get stronger. No matter how much force I used this copy-cat started to mimic it and launched the attack at my face. If I threw a casual punch, a casual punch came back. A strong attack and a fierce punch flew towards me.

Come to think of it the injuries on his body, were strikingly similar to mine. So if that's the case, all I am doing is hurting myself and himself at the same time. This takes me back, it was just like the time when I started to strengthen my body by injuring myself over and over again.

When was the last time I had done something like this? I had so much stuff to do that I ignore the fundamentals, shame on me. But with the opportunity right in front of my eyes, who am I to say no to this kind of training.

Though I might need a lot of nutrients afterwards which had been eaten by these scoundrels. Though this issue has been taken care of either way. Now, with no one prying into my business I finally could let loose a little.

I dropped my hood and gave everyone a look on my body since they wanted to discover my secret. I had to give them a little something for providing such an excellent opportunity for me. Though I do not think that they capable of discovering anything on my body. Because my body was something that defied common sense, regardless whether it was mine or theirs.

I hope my audience will appreciate the upcoming show I had not intended to use this much strength but I think I can make an exception for someone like them.

I had expected a bit more after I had dropped my s.h.i.+rt. An audible gasp should have been the least instead of ridiculing chuckle. Those people would not understand true strength and ability if it punches them in the face, I have tried multiple times it just did not work.

After I am through with this one, I might invite them to a thoughtful discussion as well.

Without giving them a break I sent my body into overdrive once more and started to cause serious damage. I only used blunt force and not my nails and other tools to penetrate his skin, because I did not know what effect that might have on me.

This time around I used a karate chop and nearly crushed his throat, the pain in return was no joke and caused me to cough heavily. So that's how it is like to get my hit by my punches, it is quite a difference to when I had hurt myself. The cheeky expression on his face, as he threw every attack made me forget about the sensation quickly and I resumed to aim for the throat once more.

The pain had not lessened in the slightest but I had to resume the process to get the results I wanted. I had to injure it so it can heal and become harder. I was careful not do overdo it since my body was still in shambles and the healing process was drastically slowed.

Besides the only way to defeat my opponent was injure him so badly, that he could not go on. The downside was that I practically had to kill myself to achieve this kind of result, but sacrifices have to be made.

After the throat had been taken care of, I decided to injure the windpipe I was at it. This level of pain was still manageable but I had to admit I did not think that his tenacity was rivalling mine. But if there is one thing, that entirely different between him and me, I was way crazier than him.

What's the use of high pain tolerance and willpower, if you do not take advantage out of them. After my throat and windpipe had been seriously injured, I used several attacks on multiple weak spots of the human body causing a wave of pain inside of my body.

Despite all of my effort he was still striking back and was seemingly unaffected by my strikes. But It had to be a facade he was trying to keep up, to break my moral. I will not let him get under my skin, I will persevere through and be the last man standing.

I would be a fool not to see this obvious bait from him. He is on his last legs and has to use such a dirty tactic to win. But not with me, I will show him what he has to endure if he wants to keep up with me.

Despite all of the pain I felt, it was still a far cry from the whole ordeal with those young wolves. Just the thought about little creatures makes me want to puke, luckily I do not have to see them any more for the time being.

Speaking of seeing its time to remove my sight, to drive the point across. A flower in the green-house is probably not used to enduring this level of pain. Quite frankly I also rely too heavily on actually seeing what is happening in front of my eyes.

This will be a good experience as well, if I can train my senses, when one is going I can avoid scary scenarios that would leave me incapacitated later on. After 2 quick blows to the eyes, both of our visions had been impaired.

It was a weird sensation, despite knowing fully well that it should hurt and affect my thinking process none of that happened. The pain was not as sharp as I had rammed my hair into it, but it was much sharper causing my other senses desperately to counteract the sudden imbalance of my senses.

Throwing punches around was not an option as the likelihood of hitting my target were next to zero because he would be stupid to just stand still. With his vision gone he would surely move backwards and listen to the surroundings to try and find out where I am coming from.

Strangely I felt a sudden impact on my face, though it was not nearly as strong as the previous blows. It rather felt like I was just graced by something what a weird sensation. Why was this punch so weak, every punch he had thrown before was stronger than this one? If he would have fainted I would have heard it from the reaction from his friends so why was it so weak this time around?

As I felt his attacks all over my body I wondered why they had weakened by so much. Everything felt rather distant and as if it did not happen to my body directly. Sound and smell were getting fainter and fainter until I did not feel anything anymore. This strange state of my mind only lasted for an instant before I was violently launched back into reality. When I opened my eyes I saw the young men in front of me breathing heavily looking at me with a big smile on his face.
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Without missing a beat I lifted my hand once more and threw a punch, but the punch did not hit the target because the target had fallen to the ground and was unresponsive. Everyone just stared at him waiting for him to move, but he did not manage to stand up in the 10 seconds we had agreed on prior. Well, what an anticlimactic ending.

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In the depths of my mind, 2 people were looking flabbergasted at each other.

" That brat is scary, he nearly "saw" us right there." the flame that was responsible for the cleansing spoke as it had returned to its natural form.

My tenant was still taking the shape of a former supermodel but this time around the expression on his face was a little bit ugly.

" Let us just hope, that this was just a little accident from his side. There are some things he should not meddle with, not in the form he is now at least. But this minor interference did not last long on their minds before the returned to their discussion at hand.

There were a lot of things to discuss, while the host was busy following his usual path of madness. But they knew him, there was no way he would stay out of trouble. They were just hoping his body could return to its former glory without him opening up his wounds every time he fought.

But their host had another problem altogether at the moment...