Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Jigak chewed on his teeth as he watched Mierev roll his neck and crack his knuckles while walking up to the center of the throne room. It was easier to focus when only looking at Miereve, but he could still feel the Great Ugor's influence like a lantern bathing him in light.

As soon as he lost focus, his body would succumb to that dark light and obey the Great Ugor whether he wanted to or not. It was a clear disadvantage.

But Jigak wasn't worried. He was in a better physical shape than ever. He was confident he could beat Mierev.

"Hmph." Mierev snorted as he looked at Jigak's outwardly calm posture.

"Cocky as ever, ain't ya?" He mocked.

Jigak shrugged. Mierev's words weren't nearly as impactful as the Great Ugor's. He focused on Mierev's body instead as he looked for openings.

Mierev snorted again and glanced at the Daughter in the distance behind Jigak.

"Is it her who's giving you the balls to stand against the Great Ugor? Manly. I wish I had a little girl to hold my hand when things got tough. Wait a minute. Isn't that…?"

Mierev squinted as he took a closer look at the Daughter.

"Isn't that the runt you brought back and stuffed into the torture chamber? Ha!" Mierev laughed in mocking disbelief.

His laugh was interrupted by Jigak's fist flying into his face. Mierev flew backward and bounced once on his back before standing up and sliding to a halt. He pressed his thumb against one side of his nose and blew out a globule of snot and dark blood.

"That's more like it," he said before shooting forward and trying to return the favor. A fist like ruby covered in ink spearheaded Mierev's charge and blew past Jigak's head, drawing a thin line across his cheek despite not touching him.

Jigak took advantage of the moment Mierev's arm was outstretched after missing and threw a solid fist into his ribcage. It cracked.

But so did Jigak's nose when Mierev headbutted him. It wasn't enough to daze Jigak, and he continued punching Mierev's chest.

Mierev's outstretched hand joined up with his other behind Jigak's head, locking together. Before Jigak could slip under his hands, Mierev rammed their heads together, crashing Jigak's nose with his forehead.

The sharp horns at the top of his forehead almost gouged Jigak's eyes out. Unfortunately, they pointed straight up and only managed to trim the edges of Jigak's brow.

Mierev and Jigak went for another exchange. This time, Mierev didn't need to aim for an already crushed nose, so he decided to make full use of his momentum and the sturdiness of his forehead, one of the few things that he was better at than Jigak. He crashed his forehead with full force straight into Jigak's.

Jigak felt the fractures spread in his skill like a split rock. It definitely wasn't comfortable.

But he had sent five of Mierev's ribs into his lungs in exchange.

If they had been ordinary humans, their injuries would have been lethal. With martial or magical energy, they might have been able to suppress or even heal the injuries if they were good enough.

With underworld energy, they didn't even need to think about it. Black smoke swirled around inside their bodies, trickling out of their surface wounds, and healing all their injuries.

Black smoke billowed out of Jigak's face and into Mierev's. It could barely obscure his vision, but it was enough for Jigak to push away and break out of Mierev's necklock. While Mierev stumbled, Jigak threw an uppercut straight to his jaw, crushing his teeth.

As Mierev brought his head back down, he spat a mouthful of bloody teeth in Jigak's face.

Jigak didn't even flinch as he met Mierev's headstrong charge with a straight fist to the latter's forehead. It was Mierev's turn to experience a cracked skull.

Mierev grinned and reached up, wrapping his hands around Jigak's wrist. Before Jigak could react, the rest of Mierev's body followed and trapped Jigak in an armbar.

The problem with that plan was that Jigak was too strong.

Even if Mierev had his entire body wrapped around Jigak's arm, Jigak was still standing. Even if Miereve pulled and tried to dislocate Jigak's arm, Jigak could just not let that happen.

With a grunt of exertion, Jigak raised his arm, Mierev attached, into the air before slamming him into the ground.

The floor, stone soaked in underworld energy for millennia, didn't even crack. That sound came from Mierev. He couldn't compare to the floor in hardness. Naturally, in such a powerful collision, his spine broke.

But Jigak wasn't satisfied. Mierev was already healing.

If he wanted to kill an underworlder as powerful as Mierev, he either had to keep injuring them until their underworld energy ran out or kill them before the underworld energy could fix their injuries.

In the sixth layer of the Underworld with underworld energy thicker than cotton in the air, waiting for it to run out would take an eternity. Jigak's only option was to kill Mierev before he could heal.

It was easier said than done, but Jigak had an overwhelming advantage in strength, especially now that he had already broken Mierev's spine.

Mierev tried to let go and slither away, but Jigak grabbed him by the face and rammed his head into the ground. Once again, a crack rang out in the barren throne room. Yet, the floor remained unharmed. Dirty and covered in blood but without so much as a scratch.

But Jigak felt Mierev's breath against the palm of his hand, and the horned underworlder's skull was still solid enough to keep his brain inside. On his knees, Jigak picked up Mierev's head and slammed it into the floor again.

Mierev was still struggling to break free, and his underworld energy was fighting to heal his injuries.

Again.

Mierev was moving, and his underworld energy only swirled more intensely.

Again.

Mierev was still breathing, and his underworld energy fought harder than ever to keep its user alive.

Again.

There was no response from Mierev.

Again.

Mierev stopped twitching.

Again.

Only the front of Mierev's skull remained. The rest, brain and gore, were all splattered against the floor and Jigak. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

Again.

Again.

Again.

Finally, the underworld energy calmed down.

Jigak let out a deep breath and stood up.

"Disappointing."

Jigak turned to look at the Great Ugor, who had just spoken. Mierev had died for him, but that was all the Great Ugor had to say. He was the disappointing one.

"I'm talking about you, Jigak. I thought you would have known me better than to turn your back on my fighter."

The Great Ugor grinned, madness covering his face.

Before Jigak could react, a red hand had already pierced his chest.