Flying Thunder God Mark

Akasaka sat on an expensive leather sofa, leaning back with one arm draped over the backrest and one leg crossed over the other. He took a sip of tea and stared at the reflection of himself wearing a tiger mask in the surface, beginning to question his life.

He really had become Tiger King now.

Aside from being unable to use Storm Cloud Crack...

He was practically no different from Tiger King.

Well, it was not that he could not use it. The main issue was that he currently wielded a one-handed sword rather than two saber fangs.

If someone gave him two saber fangs, he might actually be able to pull off Storm Cloud Crack.

After all, he had Chuunibyou Mode... he could imitate that move...

Heathcliff, who sat opposite him, had likewise challenged the entire raiding party and earned a title no less impressive than Akasaka's: the Strongest Man, also known as the Strongest Shield.

The title was well deserved.

His defense was fucking absurdly tough—completely unbreakable—and he had no blind spots, no openings whatsoever.

Even if forty people surrounded and ganged up on him at once, it would still accomplish nothing.

The raiding party had tried exactly that before. They had all swarmed him, yet they could never defeat Heathcliff, only to be counter-killed by him in the end.

That was because the support system helped him predict his opponents' movements in advance.

He was born undefeated.

It was hard for him to lose even if he wanted to.

In a sense, he truly was the Strongest Man.

As long as he did not want to lose, no one could defeat him.

Unless they were like Kirito in the original work.

Only when one's willpower—something akin to conviction—surpassed the system's authority could they counter-kill him and break