Martial Arts Worlds
Chapter 496 - 496: Two Devil Gods

The wind gushed out of the open door, and the barking of the dogs sounded—a neighbor walked down the sidewalk, a leash in hand, and two dogs trotting beside him.

He noticed that the Hunter's house had the door open, but he didn't think anything about it—he just thought that maybe he was freshening the house.

"Woof! Woof!"

The dogs barked in the direction of the taxi car and wanted to run over there, but he quickly yanked them back.

"Come on, what are you doing?"

The neighbor clicked his tongue and looked over to the taxi—he then saw a shadow of a man, looking slightly slumped against the steering wheel.

"Sleeping at this time of the day? Tch, tch."

He looked at the sky and saw that it was bright and blue with the yellowish wheel of fire shining over it.

It was early in the morning, and he wanted to take the dogs for a quick walk before the next event of the Junior Martial Arts Championship started.

"Woof! Woof!"

The dogs barked angrily in the direction of the taxi, and then he started walking again—he walked next to the taxi and just gave a quick look at the driver through the window.

At that moment, he saw the taxi driver's lifeless, pearly eyes with his neck stained with blood.

"A-ahhh!"

He screamed but then muffled his screams and looked around in fear—he was afraid that the killer was still here.

While nervously getting his phone from his pocket, he dragged the dogs behind him even though they didn't want to move and quickly called the Police Force number.

"I-I'd like to report a murder!"

…

"…"

Kiernan looked silently into Zachary's eyes and then looked at Julian—he was huffing and puffing the smoke of Flow State.

The legs of his were trembling, the sweat gathered on his face, and his eyes were unfocused as if they were hazy.

He had reached the limit of Flow State.

"Father. Please take Julian with you and leave for the time being. I'll handle this one all by myself."

Kiernan said.

"…Tch."

Zachary clicked his tongue, but he didn't care about the two at the moment—all he cared about was killing Kiernan right now.

"…You sure? I don't want you to leave all alone with… him."

Karma said.

"It will be all right."

Kiernan said and nodded at him with a reassuring look.

Despite not wanting to leave his son alone with this lunatic, he knew that this was something his son wanted to deal with alone.

He helped Julian up, helped him to walk, and left through the back door, closing it softly behind them.

"You've just signed your death warrant. You alone are no match for me."

Zachary said and curved his fingers—they looked like hooks now—and the nails looked long and sharp.

In the hospital, he didn't let the nurses trim his nails as he wanted them to grow longer so that his Scratch Tactics would be more deadly.

While everyone else thought that he wouldn't practice martial arts ever again, he never stopped believing, or perhaps it was just denial.

'He has become Martial Grandmaster, but how has he done that? I thought that his martial arts career was done and that he wouldn't even throw a punch again.'

Kiernan thought, reached his hands behind his back, sneakily opened his inventory, and brought out a red-handled knife.

He pointed its sharp blade towards Zachary.

"A weapon? That's your trump card to overcome the odds between us? Hahaha, if all it took was a weapon for Martial Masters to defeat Grandmasters, why isn't it so common then?"

"I am just improving my odds. We are not in a competition now. A death match to end one's life—anything is allowed."

Kiernan twirled the knife, then tightly gripped it, and moved into a stance—it was Iron Style's knife-wielding stance.

Knees bent, left arm held back, right arm in front of him, and knife pointing sideways.

"Haah…"

Zachary turned to the knee-high table, then kicked it into the air and hurled it towards the knife-wielding young man.

Cowardly Tactics!

"Iron Armament Style, Slicing Through Cake."

Kiernan slashed through the wooden table, as if it was made out of chocolate cake, and it broke into two pieces with a satisfying crash.

"Haa!"

Zachary moved ahead—the hooked fingers came from upright and slashed downwards towards the knife-wielding young man.

Scratch Tactics!

Kiernan flipped over the muscle-massed man, sliced into his shoulder, and landed behind him gracefully.

A small cut appeared on Zachary's shoulder, but he did not seem to mind it and elbowed behind.

Strike Tactics!

Kiernan sidestepped the elbow, but then Zachary turned around and swung his fists at him—but he started lagging as if his movements were slowing down.

The large fists punched through Kiernan's lagging figure, but he didn't feel like they hit anything, and they clearly missed.

Void Step!

"Iron Armament Style, Knife Stab!"

Kiernan plunged the knife into Zachary's side, right in the spot between his ribcage and his hip—he then twisted it hard.

"That's the benefits of being Martial Grandmaster. The pain that will put an ordinary person crying for their mommies has limited effect on them."

Zachary said, grabbed the red-handled knife's blade, and just crushed it under his hand—he then took the red handle and tossed it away.

Kiernan backed away slowly and looked to the kitchen—there would be more knives, but he shook off that idea.

The red-handled knife had a stronger blade than just any ordinary kitchen knife, so he doubted those would even cut into Zachary's body.

"You realized it? The unbridgeable gap between us. I am no longer the person you defeated in the nationals.

"I am the reborn Devil God!"

Zachary laughed.

"Hahahahahaha!"

At that moment, Kiernan's laughter—loud and unhinged—sounded that made the hairs on the back of Zachary's neck stand up.

"The Devil Ritual was created so they can find their 'Devil God' so I apologize, but that title has already been taken by me."

Kiernan said, smiled creepily, and eyes gleamed with malice—the hands started to shake.

"Have your hands ever been covered in so much blood that you couldn't wash it away?"

Kiernan asked and looked at him indifferently—he then took a step forward, void stepped forward, and punched Zachary's face squarely.

The nose cracked under the pressure of the fist, and the head snapped back.