Chapter 329 A Short Trip South Part 5
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/Shuaaa.../
As the mist receded and the outline of the man became stronger, Dale slowly opened his mouth to speak.
With his patience nearing its end, he only wanted to sit down and enjoy his trip to another country as he relaxed in what would likely be an overly luxurious seat.
Maybe eat something as well.
So he only spoke what was on his mind:
"Leave." He said without beating around the bush
What else was he supposed to say?
Good morning? Try to reason with him to leave peacefully?
Someone who stole his place deserves no respect, and he'll give him none.
Try to act peacefully and 'civilized'? He was no pushover, there was no need for that.
He didn't need to play with words in fear of bringing forth a counteraction from this strange man.
Violence leads nowhere? Human history is written by their blood.
"..."
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/Push!/
But suddenly, Dale pushed Mei to the side, and in the next moment...
/BAAAAAAM!/
He was blasted across the protective railings of the emergency exit, flying into the middle of the Airport's tracks.
/Step.../
From the cold mist, the man who punched Dale stepped out, slowly going after him as he jumped out of the Orbital Craft.
"..."
Meanwhile, Mei looked at this entire situation with an agape expression, trying to understand what had just happened.
It seemed she had one more thing to report now...
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/Fwoosh!/
/Crack.../
"Humph..."
/Crunch.../
Below, Dale freed himself from the hard concrete ground, dusting his shoulders and cleaning his hands as he checked his current state.
'My clothes are a bit busted, a shame, I liked them quite a bit.'
'In any case...'
He turned to the side, looking at a man as he slowly approached from the side.
He was wearing an open white shirt and a pair of flower shorts, together with a pair of leather sandals.
His hair was blond and a little messy while his eyes were ocean blue, he was quite the handsome lad.
As he walked, he moved his arms around, stretching them.
'A European? Or maybe not... He looks "free-spirited", that's for sure.'
'Maybe too relaxed...'
Looking at the man made him think of Europe, but it would be too much to assume that in this situation.
/Exhale.../
But finding that out wasn't his priority.
'I was already attacked once, would twice make any difference?'
'Hum... I could even say this was my third time being actively pursued like this.'
'I'm still trying to understand who attacked me first and their reasons, and I don't expect things to change with this guy.'
'So I might as well make this short.'
'It's originating from his chest... Lungs? Interesting.'
While the man went through his phase changed, the tired Dale tried to figure out what was going on... Only to be forced to stop as the man charged again.
Even though Dale had trained greatly, Earth's Martial Development always seemed to catch his attention.
It did so more then once during Babylon's time, and it is doing so again today.
It made him wonder about that girl, how was she doing now?
Had she grown stronger as well?
/SMASH!/
/BOOOOOOM!/
His fist clashed against Dale's forearms, blasting a wave of lightning across the Airport, causing a momentary blackout.
But as dozens of meters of stone were broken and destroyed, Dale realized this man had no intention of holding back at all.
One of the reasons he was so laidback with his display of strength was due to the infrastructure and the civilians around him, anything he did could end up being severely damaged.
If he released his Vitality, it could and would likely kill every one of them in an instant.
And if he acted too aggressively, he could permanently damage the infrastructure supporting the Orbital Cannon.
Dale knew he was strong, Sarferato had already told him that physically, he was stronger than him.
But he lacked what he had, experience, control, practice, mastery, understanding, wisdom, and more.
In the past few months, he trained all of those aspects to no end, albeit it did not mean he neglected his Physical training.
To channel his strength, and control it. To understand how it worked and how everything affected it, in and out.
He couldn't let himself be swayed by this barbaric man's attacks and lose his reason...
And neither would let him run rampant.
/SWIPE!/
/PUNCH!/
The man moved his hand sideways, and Dale ducked underneath it before delivering an uppercut to his chin!
/Crack!/
/SMASH!/
Once his strike connected, Dale used his left foot to step over his right one, pinning him in place before delivering a hook strike against the side of his head with his right hand.
Before long, blood was already seeping out of the blond man's face as his body swayed, but he wasn't done yet.
/CRACK!/
Dale held his face, smashing the top of his head against it, breaking the man's nose before using his left leg to break his balance and his right fist to punch his chest, sending him away like a cannonball.
/BOOOOM!/
"... Phew."
/Light.../
Dale's right arm glowed in a slight red hue as he got out of his fighting stance.
/Twitch.../
From afar, the blond man slowly moved his body, suffering from a severe concussion from his strikes.
It didn't seem like he was going to get up anytime soon, his breathing alone prevented him from moving.
Dale's punch had completely disrupted his control over it.
"..."
'Is that what he meant by strong?... Pathetic, some of the Top 30 two months ago were better than this pathetic sod... Even top 50 to some degree.'
'By his words, it seems he doesn't play Azimuth, but it's impossible he doesn't understand its significance.'
'Does he consider his Skills above it? That he doesn't need to pursue more than what he already has here?'
'It is possible to refine one set of skills to the Limit and become "Supreme", but he doesn't look like the guy with the capabilities to achieve such a feat.'
'... Whatever it is I'll ask Roger later after this is all over.'
With his fight concluded, Dale walked away from the man, making his way to the Orbital Cannon.
He knew he was late for the launch, but even if he had to kick the AI he would make it launch the Craft.
It was time to leave, no interruptions this time.
... And if there were any, he wasn't going to entertain them for long.
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