Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 40 - : ODIN VS KYLE

[Next battle - Odin of Argus Guild vs. Kyle of Golden Lion Guild]

[Competing players, get ready for battle.]

"Hahahaha, I get to face Mr. Hotshot—he's cooked," Odin laughed like a madman. Of course, everyone ignored him, pretending like they never knew him in the first place.

Kyle faced Odin in an eye-contact battle. Kyle lost. He could never beat the childish Odin in such battles.

"You know, you don't look like much for someone who's a hotcake. I don't see anything special in you," Odin spoke as bluntly as ever.

Kyle, stringing an arrow to his bow, directed it toward Odin. "Well, maybe because you are an idiot," Kyle replied, finding the young man before him infuriating.

"Hmm, I doubt that. I'm the smartest guy you will ever come across. It's most likely because you always interact with people who matter—the main characters, you know? Just like me! You are interacting with me, a main character," Odin said bashfully.

"Has anyone ever told you to try and speak less? You talk like a fool, and you just create the urge within others to want to kill you badly," Kyle said, angry enough to want to skin Odin alive.

"Well, they actually—" Odin's statement was cut short as Kyle didn't even give him the opportunity to finish. The moment he heard the system announcement to begin, he fired.

Odin, activating his talent—his eyes turning gold—dodged the attack, barely.

"Hey, it's rude to attack talking people!" Odin said, clearly offended.

"True, but I could swear I only heard a pig talking," Kyle said, releasing another arrow toward Odin.

"Piggg!!!??? You!!" Odin screamed, dodging the attack again.

Kyle frowned. Missing twice was no big deal, but missing twice in a row? Now that was annoying.

"Hmph! Surprised I could dodge your attack? It's only natural—I'm strong, after all," Odin bragged, his angry demeanor melting away quickly.

"Hah, I would have preferred if you were angry—it's far better. At least I wouldn't have to listen to your annoying words," Kyle said, already frustrated to the limit just from listening to Odin.

Increasing the tempo of his attacks, Kyle shot two arrows almost simultaneously, his reaction speed insanely fast.

Odin's eyes, with his observation talent still active, saw the path of the arrows and moved away, running toward Kyle, daggers in his hands.

Kyle, his concentration at its peak, nocked another arrow and launched it. The speed was extreme, and the force behind it was immense.

The arrow flew faster than Odin could react. It pierced his chest, causing critical damage for hitting his heart.

"Wow, guess you're getting serious. I should too," Odin said to Kyle. But he would soon come to realize just how wrong he was.

Odin couldn't get close to Kyle. Despite having the observation talent, he couldn't fare well against a measly A-rank talent. Kyle's arrows were fired with such speed that Odin was barely able to keep up.

"Oi, what kind of crazy stat do you have, you damn bastard?!" Odin shouted, feeling extremely pissed.

"Why do I look weak? I barely passed the last round, and now I'm struggling in this one," Odin said, downcast.

"Well, my talent was never suitable for fighting," Odin comforted himself, shamelessly feeling refreshed.

Kyle felt so irritated listening to Odin speak shamelessly.

The faster I win, the better it is for my mental health, Kyle thought, feeling like he was losing brain cells just from being close to Odin.

"Hey, what's that look on your face? I find what you just thought very insulting," Odin said, clearly displeased.

Kyle was speechless, looking at Odin.

Does he listen to thoughts now?

Kyle stopped shooting arrows for a moment, trying to recover from the sheer stupidity exuding from Odin.

"Am I losing HP for every stupid word he says? 'Cause I won't last long if I am," Kyle muttered, resuming his attack.

"Guess I can't get close to him. Heck, half my HP is gone, and I haven't been able to take more than a third of his health. How annoying," Odin sulked.

Kyle nocked another arrow but halted from firing.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, looking at Odin in disbelief.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Odin asked, annoyed.

Kyle continued staring at him.

"Why the hell are you sitting on the floor?!" Kyle screamed.

"What do you want me to do? I can't beat you! I tried, but it's no use. Beating you is easier said than done. I'm tired of fighting you—you're cheating. Just keep shooting your things; I'll be dead before you know it," Odin said, falling onto his back, not a single care in the world.

"Aren't you a guild leader? Don't you feel any shame embarrassing your guild members like this?" Kyle asked, finding the scene before him unbelievable.

"What?! Ashamed? They can leave if they feel like I'm a disappointment. I'm not meant to fight, but here I am, in the top eight! If they think they can do better, then they're better off creating their own guild or joining another. I didn't force them to join me," Odin said with a flat face.

Kyle was speechless. In his life, he had never met such a shameless person before.

"You really are the most shameless man I have ever seen, you know that, right?" Kyle asked, frustrated and annoyed.

"Hah, I should make this quick. The longer I spend with you, the more annoying it gets," Kyle said, nocking another arrow.

"Urgh," Kyle felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Moving his hand to the source of the pain, he grabbed a kunai knife lodged in his side.

He stared at Odin, speechless.

"Totally worth it. I never told you I wasn't going to attack," Odin said from where he sat.

"I didn't tell you to lose concentration, did I?" Odin asked, as if he hadn't just done the most shameless thing ever.

Kyle felt like coughing blood, surprised at the lengths of shamelessness Odin could reach. Odin, though, continued staring at Kyle with an expression that said, I did nothing wrong.

"How have you lived this long with such a character?" Kyle asked, finding it hard to believe that no one had been tempted to bash Odin's head in and happily go to jail for it. To Kyle, it would have been worth it—going to jail, knowing Odin was no more.

"I don't know, maybe 'cause my character makes me lovable and fun to be around," Odin said.

"Hah… please just die," Kyle said, firing another arrow.

The fight against Odin was proving to be the most mentally exhausting battle he had ever fought since he was born.

Clang!

Kyle's arrow collided with a kunai thrown by Odin.

Odin, rising to his feet, patted himself. "It works surprisingly well. Why didn't I think of it sooner? I know the path your arrows could take, so why don't I deflect them with kunais? I'm able to know the best place my kunai should hit to perfectly deflect the attack," Odin muttered.

Kyle, though, wasn't going to allow the fight to continue longer than it already had—he felt like his thinking ability would recede the more time he spent with Odin. Nocking three arrows to his bow at once, he fired them, then nocked three more at an extremely fast pace and released them.

"Oi, oi, this is too much! Come on, don't be such a killjoy! Shooting three arrows at once and with such speed and strength should be illegal! System! Say something! This guy is obviously cheating!!" Odin called out, finally finding the battle too much to handle. He couldn't keep up with Kyle's speed of shooting arrows, nor the sheer number. It didn't take a genius to know what was going to happen—soon, Odin was turned into a porcupine.

[Battle ends]

[Winner: Kyle of the Golden Lion Guild]

[Congratulations, you advance to the semi-final round]

Kyle watched the disappearing body of Odin, trying so hard to restrain himself from shooting at the already dead and vanishing figure.

"Hateful bastard. I pray I never face him in battle again. I'd rather go up against my father than that crazy bastard," Kyle muttered, utterly exhausted from dealing with Odin's shameless antics.

Odin was teleported back to the lounge.

"What?" Odin asked, annoyed at the blank faces staring at him.

"Do you not have any shame?" Nemesis couldn't help but complain, his voice uncharacteristically frustrated. It wasn't his usual emotionless tone—he felt genuinely exasperated, staring at the shameless Odin. How did I recruit someone like him? I hope I don't regret my actions... Hope? I'm already regretting it, Nemesis thought, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

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"What shamelessness? I was trying to win! Great men try to win, no matter the means used to achieve victory. It doesn't matter—what matters is victory!" Odin justified his actions shamelessly once more.

"And did you win?" Scarlett asked, her face expressionless.

"Well, the opponent was rather more brilliant than I had expected. In a battle between two brilliant generals, I fell short," Odin said, pride swelling within him. "Besides, you made me lose. 'Allow Kyle to win' was the command you gave me. I had to go easy on him because of you—nothing more, nothing less."

"Indeed, 'go easy' by sitting on the floor… or by using tricks to win. How enviable indeed," Shadow retorted.

"I have had enough of this conversation! You guys are clearly ganging up on me!" Odin said, feeling wronged.

Everyone rolled their eyes, not even bothering to respond to Odin's remark. They all knew, after all, that the shameless Odin would never realize just how shameless he truly was.