Driven by absolute willpower, tempered by personally experiencing death over a dozen times, even as his entire body gradually turned cold and blood constantly gushed from his neck, Kenma still mobilized every muscle in his body and threw a punch.
Meanwhile, his left hand death-gripped Elsa’s neck, squeezing with frantic force as his five fingers dug deep into her skin.
Elsa hadn’t expected Kenma to be this insane.
In the next second, a fist smashed brutally into her face.
Crack!
A jarring sound of cracking bone exploded within her skull.
Her skull was nearly shattered to pieces, and her brain slammed frantically inside her cranial cavity, plunging her into a state of severe concussion.
Like a beast driven into a corner, Kenma retracted his fist without hesitation right after throwing the punch, and after an extremely brief moment of gathering force, smashed it out once again.
That beautiful face collapsed and twisted from the impact, but then quickly restored to its original state.
However, before Elsa could recover completely, half of her head was blown apart again by another punch.
The scene was gory to the extreme.
Elsa, finally managing to regain consciousness, had a flushed face—it was impossible to tell whether it was the flush of her skin or the crimson of blood drenched all over her body.
She looked at the man before her who was insane to the extreme.
The murderous intent in her eyes gradually faded as she licked her lips.
Even on the verge of death, he still chooses to fight at all costs.
This kind of strength and thirst for violence makes me feel a bit obsessed.
In that case…
She remobilized her body, gripping the blade in her hand tightly, a smile as insane as Kenma’s appearing on her face.
Then I must give you the utmost respect as well.
Pfft!
Elsa’s blade thrust out rapidly.
The moment her head took another punch, she plunged the blade into Kenma’s chest.
She then quickly pulled out the blade.
Completely disregarding half of her head being smashed open, she concentrated her physical strength into her arms and plunged the blade into Kenma’s chest again.
A massive wound opened on his chest.
His tough skin and flesh were sliced apart under that fatal strike, exposing white ribs.
At the very center encased by the ribs, a bright red heart was beating rapidly.
Just as Elsa was about to pierce his heart, Kenma’s continuous punches rained down.
“That’s it!
Let’s mingle our blood and slaughter each other until the very last moment!” Having regrown her vocal cords and mouth, Elsa’s tone devolved into an extreme frenzy.
The scene at this moment was brutal to the utmost.
The man, his chest and abdomen ripped open with internal organs spilled across the ground, was still throwing punches with all his might.
On the other side, not a single intact area could be found on the woman’s upper body, her dangling eyeball hanging off her face, yet she was still relentlessly swinging her blade.
As time passed, Elsa’s self-healing speed grew slower and slower, reaching a point where she could barely recover anymore.
But even to this extent, she felt no panic whatsoever about nearly dying.
Her eyes held only deep regret and lamentation.
In her arms, Kenma, who had been slashed open in a “Y” shape, had almost lost all vitality, leaving only his pupils constantly contracting and dilating.
Suddenly, Kenma moved once more, his hand trembling as he reached toward Elsa’s ruined face.
What does he want to do?
Elsa had fallen deeply in love with the man in front of her.
This was the first time in her life she felt her heart beating with such warmth, and the first time she no longer looked forward to seeing what someone’s bowels looked like.
In the final moments of her beloved’s life, she was curious about why the man before her was reaching out his hand.
Was he feeling regret right before death?
Or did he have something left unsaid?
Or was he feeling fear at the impending moment of death?
Holding such thoughts, Elsa took the initiative to lower her head and draw closer to Kenma’s hand.
The next second.
Bang!
The fist, gathering his last remaining strength, slammed into Elsa’s face.
Her already precarious neck made a crisp snapping sound, and her head hung limply.
This time, Elsa had completely exhausted all her stamina and no longer had any possibility of self-healing.
Blood was constantly flowing from her body, yet her face wore a sincere smile she had never shown in her life as she embraced Kenma.
Meanwhile, the man in her arms had used up his final bit of strength.
His pupils dilated rapidly, and that violently beating heart ceased its quivering.
Elsa and Kenma drew their last breath together.
…
[Ding!
Avenger triggered.
Obtained Free Attribute Point ×1.] [Ding!
Detected that the host was killed for the first time by a key story character.
Obtained bonus reward.] [Congratulations host on obtaining System Gacha ×1.] Listening to the system notifications continuously ringing in his ears, Kenma couldn’t snap back to reality for a moment.
That brutally tragic slaughter, the clash of blood and death, was an extraordinarily intense stimulation to his senses.
Having a health-recovery mechanism really is amazing.
He clenched his fists, letting out a somewhat helpless smile.
It wasn’t hard to see from the fight that his biggest weakness at present was the complete lack of recovery methods.
Once injured in battle, it was equivalent to being saddled with a continuous negative debuff that would keep stacking.
Moreover, his combat experience wasn’t rich enough.
Facing Elsa’s sudden mix-ups, it was hard to make timely and effective responses.
Of course, there was also the most important point.
Kenma stared at his fist.
Damn it, he didn’t have a weapon.
In the battle just now, Elsa easily broke through his physical defense using those two specially made sharp weapons.
On the other hand, he could only rely on physical strength to rampage around.
If he had a greatsword or hammer in hand, he would have smashed her into a pile of minced meat long ago.
Still, I can view this gal as a mini-boss.
Losing this time doesn’t matter, grinding until I win is the true victory.
Kenma immediately cast aside the negative emotions of defeat, regaining his energy and spirit.
As a qualified Souls-like game player, how could he fail to pull himself together over a few defeats?