Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering the Greek Goddesses at the Start!

"Heh, I'll play with you for a bit."

Moran moved as if frolicking in a field of flowers.

He didn't opt for the same approach he used to defeat Kemia with a single punch.

He seemed to transform into a butterfly dancing in a gale, continuously dodging Amures's furious, wave-like punches.

A crescent-shaped, deep smile still lingered on his face.

To Amures, it looked like mockery.

"Dodging and weaving! Are you a bug?!"

"Ah, so you can't even hit a bug? Or did you expect me to take your punch with my face like an idiot?"

"You're going to die!"

Amures gritted his teeth so hard they felt like they would shatter.

If it weren't for the fact that cursing was forbidden in Kayneth's class, he probably would have brought up all of Moran's family history.

This bastard, he was too hateful!

Seeing Amures on the verge of exploding with anger.

Moran gradually let go of his smile.

He leaned back slightly, dodging Amures's flying knee strike.

"Got you!"

Amures revealed a vicious smile.

He twisted his body, as if releasing all the resentment he had accumulated, and stomped down with his right foot, channeling the released Mana.

His right foot, shaped like a cone, pointed directly at Moran's chest.

"Moran!"

Camus's heart tightened involuntarily at the sight.

She hoped that the miracle Moran had displayed when he defeated Kemia would manifest once more.

His right leg shot out like a bullet.

He was about to kick Moran.

However, Moran had already extended his hands and grabbed Amures's ankle, stopping his further attack.

It was as if he had foreseen this move.

Their combat experience was on entirely different levels.

Crack—!!

A crisp, piercing sound of bone breaking.

This was immediately followed by the heavy thud of flesh hitting the ground.

Moran grabbed Amures's right foot and slammed him hard onto the ground.

At the same time, his ankle was crushed.

"Gah... you bastard...!"

Amures could only land on his tiptoes.

The mobility of his right leg was halved by Moran.

Not only had his attack been ineffective, but he had also been countered.

"Heh, thank you for the compliment. This is an ancient Greek martial art, long lost, taught to me by a verbose master. The most memorable thing he ever told me was: once you've got a hold of something, you must destroy it, and this is Pankration."

Moran explained with fond remembrance.

That centaur sage had put him through a lot of grueling training to teach him.

Thanks to him, Moran had become a hero.

He was still using the martial arts techniques taught by him even now.

"This body is still a bit unfamiliar... I'll have to review all of Chiron's lessons later..."

Moran stretched his limbs and said helplessly.

In his simulations, his body was battle-hardened, and he could execute Pankration at a master level purely on instinct.

Now, using Pankration with this body for the first time.

It was at most twenty percent of his original power. If he wanted to reach the strength he had during his hero days, it would probably take several more years of training.

From a master's perspective, his movements were full of flaws.

But, to others, it wasn't like that.

"Pankration...?"

Kayneth murmured in confusion.

His skill in self-defense wasn't particularly high.

However, he could still tell that Pankration was a martial art that even Alexander the Great and the soldiers of Sparta had dedicated themselves to learning for twenty-five years.

It had long since fallen into disuse by modern times.

This fighting style was only mentioned in books.

In ancient Greece, Pankration also had another meaning: "all of the strength."

From Moran's movements and techniques.

The level of mastery was akin to reaching a profound state, and he didn't know how Moran had inherited this ancient and mysterious school.

While the definition of "older is stronger" was vague.

Magus typically held ancient things in awe.

How many more surprises would Moran bring him?

"Pankration, schmankration! I'll kill you—!"

Amures's reason was overwhelmed by anger.

He had been the honor student everyone recognized from the start, while the other was the trash, the underachiever.

Now, why were those people.

Looking at him with such pity?

Anxiety to reclaim past honor, annoyance at encountering the unreasonable. Amures could feel something constantly slipping away, yet he could only rage, unable to take it back.

He charged at Moran once more.

But the result was still cruelly laughable.

Although his Magic Circuits were far superior to Moran's, their quality was vastly inferior to Moran's.

Not to mention, Moran knew how to control them precisely.

Just five Magic Circuits were enough for him to crush Amures.

"Guh! Ah—!"

Amures was counterattacked by a storm-like offensive.

Unexpected developments kept coming, his consciousness struggling to keep up.

Like fragmented, edited film clips.

Moran's figure, throwing punches in rapid succession in his eyes.

Like a waterfall, like a downpour, like a raging tide, the changes were instantaneous.

He even suspected his heart rate had suddenly changed midway, yet Moran didn't let up, continuing his assault.

He had already been beaten bloody in this rain of fists.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say his face was bruised and swollen.

At this moment, Amures finally realized.

Moran wasn't infusing his fists with Mana.

He only injected Mana into his limbs when moving, like a steel giant's pity for kittens and puppies.

It was so humiliating it made him want to grind his teeth to dust again.

This couldn't be called a fight.

Moran relentlessly suppressed Amures.

Different experience, different perspective, different dimension of existence.

Easily defeated, this was what they called an unparalleled victory!

Ps: Stop scolding, stop scolding, the author knows they were wrong and will finish the modern arc's plot within today, without dragging things out... sob sob... (tears).

I offer my knees to all readers.

Please consider this modern arc's plot as a buffer and transition.

The simulation will connect soon.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Without Rules, There Can Be No Order [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists crossed paths, striking his cheeks.

He could only weakly form a tortoise shell by raising his arms, barely defending against this sharp offensive like a thunderous downpour.

No, Amures couldn't even defend.

Moran's fist struck his cheek, splashing blood.

Amures was dazed and dizzy from the blows.

He escaped the cross-block of continuous punches by instinct, only to be grabbed by the collar and hair and yanked back.

It was like a beast that wouldn't let go of its prey.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Moran held Amures's collar with his left hand and relentlessly hammered his right fist into his cheek.

It had the satisfying chewiness of freshly made beef balls.

Every punch that landed on his face echoed beautifully.

"Whoa... Amures... that honor student actually..."

"How could this be... he has no ability to counterattack at all... When did Moran get so strong!?"

"This is brutal... this isn't a match, it's an execution! I'll never fight that guy again!"

Many of the observing Magus felt a sense of dread.

Everyone was shocked by the outcome of this contest.

The vast majority yielded to the theory of bloodlines.

They believed that those with inferior bloodlines and talent could not overcome their destiny.

However, reality slapped them in the face.

Moran used his actions to tell them that destiny could be changed, and it was not something to be avoided at all costs.

Of course, some also looked at Moran with admiration.

It was simply because he had overturned the impossible.

"Teacher Kayneth, there's no need to continue this fight, is there? If we keep going, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of my classmate~"

Moran threw Amures, whom he was holding, away.