My Werewolf System

Chapter 1606: The Unorthodox Fight

The confrontation had started with a devastating, unseen force, leaving Kai and Lupus stunned. Kai forced his head up, gritting his teeth. The pain was not a blunt injury; it was a targeted internal tremor.

Lupus was experiencing the same alien pain, a crushing tightness centered in his chest that made his breathing shallow.

Gary, however, was past analysis. The sight of his two friends being casually struck down by an official of this city fueled his deepest, most primal rage. The moment Gary saw both Kai and Lupus hit, he charged in. He ran forward at a fast, unpredictable speed, both hands down by his side, his body coiled and ready to lash out like a feral beast.

When Gary was within range, he swung his arms out as if he was trying to claw at Bluebird’s face. Bluebird casually leaned back, effortlessly avoiding the strikes, ducking, moving, and weaving at the right time.

“You’re fast, I’ll give you that, but you’re fighting like a wild animal!” Bluebird’s voice was sharp, but there was an unsettling amusement in his eyes, as if swatting away a particularly aggressive insect.

Just as Bluebird said that, Gary then lifted up his leg and went for a kick with his toe. Quickly, Bluebird had knocked it down with his arm, and then he saw two fists coming in faster than before, aimed straight for his head.

These strikes were slightly harder for him to dodge, forcing him to move his head sharply to the side. At that point, Bluebird placed his hand on his sword hilt. The moment he did, Gary then jumped back, but just like with Kai, there was no strike at all.

“Damn it…even Gary is getting tricked by whatever that is?” Kai muttered to himself, holding his head up slightly. The pain was still strong, running through his body.

He could get up, but the reason he didn’t was because he was trying to figure out what to do to get out of the current situation. They needed more intel on how this Bluebird was fighting. He saw Lupus was also holding still, his eyes fixed on the fight, analyzing.

For Gary though, he was changing up his fighting style. He had added in a mixture of Boxing and Muay Thai, more modern, structured techniques of fighting from his original world, that were catching Bluebird off guard.

The rapid combination of jabs followed by low kicks was something Bluebird’s traditional training hadn’t prepared him for. He saw this was working, so he decided to go in again, feigning a retreat only to pivot back with speed.

“Let’s see if the last retreat was a fluke,” Bluebird stated, lifting up his fist and preparing for a lightning counter-strike.

Once again, Gary stopped his charge and lifted his arms up instinctively to block a hit, but a hit had never come. Instead, Bluebird just had his hand up, not having thrown a punch yet.

“So it wasn’t a fluke after all. You also have quite good sensitivity; you’re sensing the threat of my Qi before I even move,” Bluebird said, his curiosity finally outweighing his anger. “What an odd bunch you are. But sensitivity doesn’t mean survival.” The knight dropped his fist, his body language condescendingly relaxed.

Hearing those words and being fooled twice by the simple act of drawing a weapon or cocking a fist, Gary couldn’t take it anymore. The knight wasn’t just fast; he was weaponizing the threat of his power. Gary had to act now before his friends recovered and got themselves into deeper trouble.

He went to charge in again, jumping laterally to the side and then snapping into a powerful hook. He saw Bluebird moving slightly, preparing his defense, and once again, Gary felt something, almost an invisible energy wave coming towards him, screaming ‘danger’ in his mind. This time, he forced his body to ignore the panic signal.

‘Just ignore it. Just ignore it. It’s not real!’ Gary thought, his adrenaline surging as he pushed past the psychological barrier.

He was wrong.

A large, concussive force hit him right in the face. Bluebird’s actual hand wasn’t touching him, but the force pounding Gary was solid, like being struck by a fast-moving, invisible iron weight. It was a true, powerful Qi strike. Before he knew it, Bluebird then used his leg and swept him off his feet, lifting him momentarily in the air, spinning him around.

Then Gary could see it, Bluebird had his hand ready to punch him directly in the stomach, intending to finish the fight with a devastating blow like the one he had delivered to Kai and Lupus.

“NO, YOU DON’T!” Gary shouted, his survival instinct roaring. He surged all of his power into his hand, and that included his nascent, raw Qi. He threw his fist forward, and it collided not with the knight’s chest, but with Bluebird’s forearm, which had been raised to block Gary’s last-gasp defense.

The sound that followed was deafening, a sharp, metallic ring that echoed through the arena, and part of the dust on the ground even blew outward from the shockwave of the two powers colliding. It almost appeared as if the two of them were held mid-air for a moment, the two clashing energies locked in a furious stalemate, until a greater force, the sheer might of the knight’s follow-through, overtook Gary’s power. His entire body was then pushed and slammed into the ground like a discarded doll, landing hard on his back.

Bluebird stood there in an odd position, his fist punching downward towards Gary’s stomach, but stopping inches short. It was quite clear something had happened that he just didn’t quite expect, and he could feel it: his forearm was numb and throbbing, and his focus was momentarily shattered.

“That was…” Bluebird stared at his own hand, flexing his fingers, his eyes widening from detached amusement to genuine shock. The kid had the nerve to use Qi against him, and the strength to counter his own controlled blow, even while falling.

“WAIT!” A voice shouted out, huffing and panting. Stepping forward, putting his hands on his knees, and having broken free from the stunned crowd was the other participant, Siz. He ignored the furious glares of the Rock Guild and the silence of the Assessors, rushing into the center of the ring. He planted himself, trembling, between the prone body of Gary and the stunned knight.

“They did nothing wrong, Sir Knight Gary!” Siz pleaded, his voice shaking but firm. He looked from Bluebird’s face to the other three Rock Guild members who were now creeping closer. “It was the other knights! Sir Gary, it was the other knights that did wrong! I saw everything, the sabotage in the run, the tripping, and the unfair attacks! Please, Sir Bluebird, listen to me! I know what happened!”

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