Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel-Chapter 754: Chiron Vs Clown

Chiron stepped forward.

Silmarien's eyes widened. "What are you doing?" he hissed. "What about them?" His gaze flicked to the side—Gadan stood tense, blue flames leaking from his scales, while the woman, Arianna, beside him had already shifted her stance, killing intent rolling off her like cold perfume. "They're clearly waiting for a chance to tear us apart."

Chiron didn't stop walking.

Without looking back, he answered calmly, "I'll leave their convincing to you."

Silmarien stared at his back, momentarily stunned. Then his jaw tightened. He understood. Chiron was saying this plainly:

Hold them.

Ahead, Chiron's weapon stirred.

Devil's Touch flowed like living blood from his arm, veins of crimson writhing and stretching, reshaping themselves midair. The liquid metal elongated, thickened, and hardened into a long, brutal sword—its surface rippling as though it were breathing.

The Clown snickered, dragging his massive blade across the ruined stone with a shrill screech.

"You serious?" he laughed, tilting his head. "After all the trouble you caused, you think you can stand in front of me like this?" His grin widened, eyes shining with manic delight. "I was thinking of taking you in alive, you know. Make you my dog."

He leaned forward slightly.

Chiron remembered what the Clown did to people in the book he wrote. There was no way in hell he was going to let himself becoming dog . For such a psychopath.

There was no way he was going to become dog.

Period.

"But if you insist on fighting… I'll just make you a wounded dog instead."

Chiron didn't reply immediately.

Then he said softly, "Let's see who crawls on the ground after this."

He kicked off the earth.

BOOM.

The ground exploded beneath his foot as spiritual energy wrapped around his body like a crushing mantle. The air screamed as he closed the distance in an instant, Devil's Touch coming down in a single, overwhelming arc.

"Heavy as a Mountain."

The strike fell. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The Clown reacted just in time, dragging his blade up to block—

CRASH.

The impact was monstrous.

Stone shattered outward in a perfect ring. The Clown's boots sank deep into the ground as if the earth itself had turned to mud beneath him. Cracks spiderwebbed from his feet, swallowing rubble and broken bodies alike.

His grin vanished.

His eyes widened as he felt the weight—not just force, but pressure, density, intent—bearing down on him like a collapsing peak.

"Oh?" he muttered, teeth grinding as his arms trembled. "Seems I made a mistake…"

He looked up at Chiron, excitement bleeding back into his expression.

"You really did improve."

Chiron didn't give him time to recover.

The moment the Clown stabilized his footing, Chiron pressed forward again, spiritual energy roaring outward like a tide.

Each step cracked the ground, each swing of Devil's Touch dragging the air behind it as if the world itself resisted the blade's passing.

Steel met steel.

CLANG—CLANG—CLANG

Sparks burst like dying stars as their weapons collided again and again.

Chiron's strikes were heavy, overwhelming, layered with dense spiritual pressure that crushed everything around them.

Entire buildings caved inward simply from the aftershocks. Windows shattered miles away. The dead city groaned as if it were being kneaded between two gods.

Yet—

The Clown's sword cut through it.

Not cleanly. Not easily.

But somehow.

Every time Devil's Touch came down wrapped in spiritual energy thick enough to flatten mountains, the Clown's blade sliced through the pressure itself, carving open Chiron's advantage as though it were flesh.

The Clown laughed wildly as he spun, ducked, and countered, his movements grotesque yet precise, like a marionette dancing on broken strings.

"Hah! This is great!" he cackled. "You hit hard, mutt—but you're still wagging your tail!"

Chiron's eyes didn't waver.

He slid back, palm slamming into the ground.

The air pulsed.

Chiron's Magic surged from all around him.

From the cracks in the streets, from beneath collapsed homes and shattered buildings, giant serpents erupted—snakes made of Chiron's magic.

They roared soundlessly, bodies coiling through the air like living siege weapons, converging on the Clown from every direction.

The Clown twisted, blade flashing.

SHHHK—SHHHK—SHHHK

Snake after snake was severed mid-lunge, their bodies exploding into dispersing mist of mana. Heads fell, jaws snapping uselessly as they dissolved before hitting the ground.

The Clown cartwheeled backward, laughing so hard tears leaked from his eyes.

"Oh come on! Bigger dogs than this have tried to bite me!" He teased.

Chiron raised his hand again.

Blood answered.

Chiron had grown so good with the Blood curse that he no longer had to kill the individual before he could use their blood.

Instead, as long as it flood around him and was of a certain capacity, he could control it freely.

From the corpses scattered across the city—bodies split open, crushed, or bisected earlier—their blood lifted into the air, writhing into spears, chains, and blades. It wrapped around Chiron's arm, reinforcing Devil's Touch, thickening its edge until it looked less like a sword and more like a living executioner.

The fight expanded.

They tore across rooftops, smashed through walls, clashed in the open streets and leapt again into the sky. At times they fought at distance—blades of energy and blood screaming through the air. At others, it was brutal melee—elbows, knees, shoulders colliding, the sound of bone and steel echoing endlessly.

At one point, Chiron ripped the severed head of a corpse from the rubble and hurled it.

The Clown swatted it aside instinctively—

—and Chiron was already there.

Devil's Touch flashed.

The Clown barely blocked, laughing even as blood sprayed from his shoulder.

"Oh, you are creative," he crooned. "That face—sharp jaw, nice eyes… With a little cutting here, maybe shaving there—"

Chiron didn't respond.

His focus sharpened.

Blood surged again, this time coating the blade completely. He stepped inside the Clown's guard, ignoring a shallow cut across his ribs, twisting his torso—

—and slashed.

The blade passed cleanly through the Clown's neck.

For a heartbeat, the world went silent.

The Clown's body staggered.

His head separated from his shoulders, spinning through the air before landing heavily on the broken street, rolling once… twice… and stopping at Chiron's feet.

Chiron exhaled slowly.

Then—

The head opened its eyes.

It grinned.

Laughter burst from its mouth, high and manic, echoing through the ruined city.

"Hahahahaha—oh, that was beautiful!"

Chiron frowned.

Just a little.

For the first time since the battle began, he was genuinely taken aback.