I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World
Chapter 87: When Your Swords Say “TUKK”, You Are Fcuked

Chapter 87: When Your Swords Say “TUKK”, You Are Fcuked

Malthus wants to take my breath away.

No, there is nothing romantic in that, he wants to do it for one second and then when I will not be in my senses, he will have his way with me. Or something like that.

And I don’t want that for obvious reasons.

He had my neck on his hold and before he could cut off my oxygen, I would make sure he let go of my throat.

So for that, my eyes glowed red as two lasers made their appearance again.

This time, with precision.

They landed right on Malthus’ face and I would give away everything except my virginity just to see his head disappear.

But I forgot one thing...

This bastard has horns!

My lasers landed on nothing but his horns and those curly penises with bones remained still as if nothing was going on. My lasers had no effect on them. It was like hitting on a girl with an original pick up line that you came up with only to find out that she is a lesbian.

I couldn’t move my head because of his burly hand otherwise I would have aimed the lasers at his face.

So instead of indulging in useless lasers, I decided to do something else.

I stopped shooting beams and started flaying my legs like drunk Messi or like Ronaldo if he starts to drink coca-cola.

I landed continuous kicks on Malthus’ stomach, his chest, even his face, but the bastard was dead set on not letting my throat go.

I couldn’t speak otherwise I would have said my safe word—Harder.

"Nothing will work on me anymore, human king. I am dead set on destroying you."

He grinned and a shiver ran down on my spine.

I have to get away from him.

WHISH!

I used teleportation.

I hoped I would appear far from him and I did appear far.

But not alone.

He was still with me in the same position.

Teleportation didn’t allow me to get out of his hold!

"My hold is unbreakable, human king."

That I can see. Is he the brand ambassador of fevicol? His hand is not moving an inch from my neck.

"Try some more things if you want, because I am going to do my work."

Malthus declared like a corrupt politician and I went to do all the bullshit I could manage with my body parts that could still move.

I dropped my drool on his hand, I used Acid Rain as well, I showed him my middle finger, I showed my tongue to him hoping he would get annoyed and let me go, but all of that did nothing.

Malthus endured all of them.

Me, Erect and Sexis made him capable of handling bullshit and now it was making problems for me.

And after doing all that, I finally felt Malthus tightening his grip on my throat.

He was about to do it. He would cut off something inside my throat that would make it harder for me to breathe. God, I should have paid attention in school.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t time to regret the past, I have to do something. And I can only think of one way.

This was the way that gave me confidence against Malthus in the first place. The way that made me believe I stand a chance against this monster.

Therefore, I waved the fingers of both my hands and from somewhere around the battlefield, I heard steel scraping against the ground.

Malthus heard it too.

"It seems I have to fasten up the process. Things would get rough now." He said and he said it right.

Things would get rough now.

Me and Malthus had decided we would fight like men, but since my ass was on fire right now, I’ll take back my decision. I am a down to hell guy.

So fuck the chivalry and the sound of steel came closest to me until...

SHIIP!

SHIIP!

My hands weren’t empty anymore.

They held the twin swords.

The swords that had managed to cut down Malthus’ hand that held my Grandma and now they would cut once more the hand that was holding me.

But since he also knew this, he did his best to crush my throat.

Nevertheless, I had my swords now and I won’t make any jokes before doing the deed just like that time when I finally managed to impress a girl to have sex but I joked so much she became dry and left. My fifty dollars went to nothing.

I raised both of my swords and slashed both of them at Malthus’ hand.

But instead of a THUD of his hand falling on the ground, I got...

TUKK!

My swords stuck inside his skin.

They weren’t able to pierce his bone this time.

My wide eyes stared into him as he grinned.

"The hand you cut was the hand of Malthus without his own horns. This one is different."

He used more strength on my throat.

He might be right about him being a new Malthus but I won’t forget the fact that my swords did manage to go inside his skin. They weren’t completely useless.

Therefore, like a head set warrior, I didn’t give up.

I pulled out my swords and slashed them again. On the same spot as before.

TUKK!

They got stuck on his skin again, not able to cut down his bone.

But my veins weren’t pumping blood anymore, they were pumping the unwavering will of a King in a battle to protect his homeland and concubines because he had yet to receive blow jobs from some of them.

I pulled out my swords from his skin and did the same thing.

Same result arrived but I won’t back down. Not today.

And Malthus was the same as me.

His hand on my throat never went down even when my swords made his hand bleed. He would not rest until he made me unconscious.

If my enemy could show this much strength, I certainly won’t let him down in respect for his determination to win.

So, I pulled my swords again and slashed again.

And this time, I saw him flinch.

The swords finally managed to push deeper.

"You fucking human!" Malthus roared and used all his strength to destroy my throat.

And I will do the same.

My swords and my hands found new vigor and I would fucking destroy his hand even if I had to bite his bone with my own teeth.

So I slashed my swords rapidly on the same area of his hand and he did the same with my throat.

We both were giving our all.

And after repeated slashing, I heard a new sound instead of TUKK, I got...

TUNN!

And that made me beam.

Because that sound took birth because of the contact of my swords to his bone.

My swords reached his bone.

On the other hand, I also started to feel dizzy.

Malthus’ strength was working on my throat so before he could succeed, I had to win.

So after that sound, I carried on slashing.

TUNN!

TUNN!

TUNN!

My vision blurred but I kept on.

TUNN!

TUNN!

TUNN!

"Good night, Human kInggg!"

Not todayyy!

I summoned every ounce of strength on my hands and...

THUD!

No Tunn this time.

I won.

But I think...

Malthus won at the same time too.

Because after the win...

I only got darkness.

I was successfully unconscious.