God of Tricksters

"I have learned this trick already." The Fist Saint roared as he slammed his hand to the back while reinforcing his whole body to withstand the shock wave.

However, the Dark King only smiled and struck his fist.

*Boom!*

The sword hit the air near his fist again, unable to influence it with the dark power. But the shock wave still struck his fist, pushing the Fist Saint a few feet away.

"Mielvea." The Dark King muttered in a low voice.

"Huh?!" The Fist Saint widened his eyes and looked down as several black energy appeared, cutting his body. Once again, his extraordinary defense protected him from these attacks.

But the Fist Saint realized the attack still affected him by creating those black scars on his body.

"…" The Fist Saint narrowed his eyes. The Dark King's power was simply too weird.

At the same time, the Dark King was lamenting the fact he couldn't fight him during the night when his power was at its peak.

"Tsk." The Dark King clicked his tongue and leaped back a few times.

The moment he saw the Dark King's action, the Fist Saint hurriedly followed him as if understanding something.

He punched the air and sent a massive shock wave to blow him away.

"Hah…" The Dark King tried to gather his breath and slashed the torrential air, but it was too late. A portion of the air still launched him back.

This became the sign of a counterattack. The Fist Saint smirked and said, "I see. Your power is weird because you have a unique breathing pace. Now that your breath has been used up, you need a bit of time to gather it again."

Without hesitation, the Fist Saint appeared in front of the Dark King, punching him. "There's no way I'm gonna let you."

The Dark King gritted his teeth and used his sword to block him but to no avail. The strength was simply too much, even for both hands.

*Bam!*

The Dark King crashed into a huge tree as he immediately threw himself to the side, finding the Fist Saint coming toward him and smashing the tree.

The tree fell down, but the Fist Saint didn't want to waste it. He smacked the tree, throwing it toward the Dark King.

The Dark King slashed downwards, but the tree couldn't be cut down. In fact, it felt like the tree had become a metal as the clicking sound echoed when they clashed.

"Gah!" The Dark King was slammed to the ground by the tree and hurriedly rolled a few times to avoid the Fist Saint, who almost stomped him.

After that, he continued to move around while waving his sword.

In just one minute, they had exchanged a hundred strikes while moving around.

Even the Dark King started looking exhausted because he couldn't catch a breath this whole time.

'So, this is one of the strongest people from the human side…' The Dark King thought while trying to buy some time. 'Although Theo has told me that this person doesn't have a good brain, he's a genuinely talented fighter. I don't know if he has realized it or not, but it seems that his Martial Talent is so strong that he can decipher my power in just one exchange.

'And according to Theo, there should be ten people like them. They're known as geniuses of their own class because they're far too strong. That's why they have an Authority. There are others who have Orders too…'

The Dark King finally recognized the Fist Saint's talent. Even Bernard had the same opinion.

The Fist Saint might not be good at strategy and other stuff to the point he was known as a Martial Idiot. However, his talent in Martial Art was so strong that he could become one of the top ten experts in the world.

That was why fighting him was a headache.

"Good, good, good! You are strong. If not because of your weakness, you can actually fight me on par. No, if you also have an Authority, no one will know who will win!" The Fist Saint smiled excitedly. He had never expected a King Class Monster to make him this excited after acquiring the Authority.

Meanwhile, the Dark King remained silent while carefully receiving each blow, not wanting to be hit by one of those punches.

'I don't know what Theo is planning to do, but Seelzik won't abandon his post if it's not more important… In other words, he is doing something to turn around the situation. It's a shame, but I will focus on buying time instead of defeating him.' The Dark King thought.

Although he couldn't trust Theo completely, he believed in his horse, the partner who had accompanied him for so many decades.

As if knowing the Dark King was planning something, the Fist Saint smirked and jumped sideways to surprise him.

"!!!" The Dark King immediately turned around, not understanding what he was planning to do.

The moment the Fist King suddenly changed his direction and went straight toward him, the Dark King was forced to take a step back to stabilize his posture.

This was the time the Fist King made his move.

"Huh?!" The Dark King widened his eyes because the air actually stopped him like that of a wall, preventing him from moving back.

"I got you again!" The Fist Saint smiled and struck forth.

The Dark King used his sword to block it, but the Fist Saint's strength was too much for him to handle.

The sword ended up hitting his body as the remaining force pushed him back to the point the reinforced air broke apart.

"Geuh…" The Dark King gritted his teeth, pushed back 50 feet away.

"Hahahaha! Entertain me more, Monster!" The Fist Saint jumped forth.

Facing this fist, the Dark King should be moving back to regain some distance, but as soon as he noticed the air wall on his back, the Dark King smiled.

A few swords appeared from the black ground. The swords struck the air from behind with the same technique as he used, resulting in a massive shock wave.

"!!!" The Fist Saint widened his eyes as his body took the full brunt of all those shock waves.

"Gah!" He spat the acid from his stomach as he was launched a few hundred feet away.

"Serve you right, Bastard." The Dark King smirked.