My Scumbag System Chapter 511: How to Break an Untouchable Man

To my right, Isabelle and Jin were engaged in their lethal dance. She possessed superior speed and skill, yet he countered with the advantages of youth and sheer desperation. Their abilities were so balanced that neither could effectively aid their partner.

Kenjiro performed a swift, slicing motion with his hand, and I sensed the very air rending apart. An unseen blade, forged from compressed wind, hurtled directly towards my chest.

Protection from Arrows blared a warning in my mind. I instantly shifted into shadow form using Shade Cloak, allowing the wind blade to pass through me without inflicting harm.

Kenjiro’s eyes widened significantly; it was the first true display of emotion I had witnessed from him.

"That is certainly not Thermal Incision," he remarked, his tone measured.

"Who stated I possessed only a single technique?"

Emerging from my shadow form directly behind him, my bat was already in motion. He spun with impossible speed, a vortex of wind erupting from his body to form a defensive barrier. My bat struck the hardened air, producing a resonance akin to a gong.

The spectators were erupting in a frenzy.

Kenjiro regarded me with newfound respect. "You are concealing your true power level. The pertinent question is, why?"

"Perhaps I simply appreciate the element of surprise."

"Or, perhaps you are something that should not exist." His hands moved in intricate patterns, causing the surrounding air to distort and shimmer. "Regardless, I shall relish dissecting you."

A powerful blast of wind erupted from Kenjiro's position, forming a perfect sphere that engulfed me at close range. The condensed air impacted with explosive force, propelling me backward across the arena. I shattered through one of Isabelle’s ice formations, reducing it to a shower of sparkling shards.

Kinetic Absorption activated at its maximum capacity. Forty-five points. Fifty. My attributes surged upward at a rate my body struggled to process.

As I rose, blood trickling from my nose, a wild grin spread across my face.

"Is that the extent of your capabilities, Pretty Boy?"

Kenjiro’s smile was both cold and exquisite. "Not by a long shot."

From the exclusive VIP section, Veronica Cabana leaned forward, her piercing emerald eyes fixated on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. She was adorned in a crimson gown, undoubtedly commanding a price far exceeding my entire educational expenses, her long tresses flowing over one shoulder like liquid fire.

"He is proficient," she commented softly to an unseen individual.

Back within the arena, Kenjiro was preparing a significant offensive. I could sense the atmospheric pressure shifting, reminiscent of the moments preceding a violent thunderstorm.

Nel’s voice resonated in my mind.

I directed a glance toward Isabelle. She had finally gained the advantage over Jin, her spear tip now resting against his throat. He conceded with palpable frustration, and the arena's artificial intelligence declared his elimination.

This now meant the engagement was two against one: Isabelle and myself against Kenjiro.

The wind manipulator’s smile widened. "This promises to be quite the spectacle."

"Isabelle," I called out. "Do you recall our discussion regarding that specific maneuver?"

She looked at me, her expression one of pure confusion. "We have never deliberated upon strategy."

"The other matter. The rather reckless endeavor."

A flicker of comprehension dawned in her eyes. "Absolutely not. That is tantamount to suicide."

"It will succeed."

"It will result in our demise."

"Place your trust in me."

She scrutinized me for a prolonged moment, her wine-red irises searching mine. Whatever assurance she found within my gaze must have been compelling, as she eventually sighed and lowered her spear.

"You are utterly reckless," she stated.

"I prefer the term ‘tactically adaptive.’"

"Pray tell, what is the strategy?" Kenjiro inquired, a genuine note of curiosity in his voice.

I initiated Lightning Rod, despite the absence of any ambient lightning. The electromagnetic field generated would offer no direct benefit in this scenario. However, Kenjiro was unaware of this limitation. All he perceived was that I had activated an ability, and was now advancing directly towards him, my bat trailing along the ground.

"The strategy," I announced, ensuring my voice carried for the cameras, "is that Isabelle will launch me towards you with considerable force."

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd.

Kenjiro, however, remained impassive. His gaze sharpened as he attempted to discern the nature of the impending trap.

Naturally, he presumed a stratagem was in play. It was inconceivable that anyone would willingly propel themselves towards a wind-based combatant capable of shredding them mid-flight.

Except, apparently, for me.

"Isabelle," I stated with calm assurance. "Execute it now."

She offered no argument, no hesitation. Her Aspect flared to life, emerald wind coalescing around me like sentient tendrils. She executed a swift rotation, building momentum, before releasing me like a projectile hurtling towards Kenjiro.

I traversed the platform at an astonishing velocity, seemingly approaching a billion miles per hour.

Kenjiro’s hands moved, fashioning a defensive posture as wind rapidly concentrated before him, forming a barrier capable of repelling a tank shell.

I activated Steel Body the very instant before impact.

My form transformed into diamond—unbreakable and unyielding for ten glorious seconds.

I sliced through his wind barrier as if it were mere gossamer, my bat already swinging. The expression on Kenjiro’s face was priceless—a mask of pure, unadulterated shock that his ultimate defense had been so utterly disregarded.

The steel-reinforced wood of my bat made solid contact with his ribs—a direct, devastating blow that sent powerful tremors through my arms and up into my shoulders.

The deafening crack of the impact reverberated throughout the colossal arena, a violent sound that forced a collective flinch from a significant portion of the spectators. Even beyond the protective barrier, the raw force of the blow resonated deep within their core—a primal, innate understanding of grievous harm being dealt.

Kenjiro was propelled backward, his body utterly devoid of tension, skittering across the platform like a discarded puppet whose strings had been abruptly snapped. He careened four, five times before slamming forcefully against the far boundary, executing a last-second, desperate surge of wind to arrest his trajectory, preventing him from being ejected from the contest.

I assumed a low, predatory stance, my knees skillfully cushioning the landing as my ribs throbbed with indignant fury from the brutal treatment they had endured. Each inhalation sent a searing jolt of pain through my torso. While Steel Body had indeed neutralized Kenjiro’s wind shield, it offered no defense against the whiplash effect of being launched like a missile by Isabelle’s amplified physical prowess.

Yet, despite the waves of agony radiating from my chest, my grin widened exponentially—a savage, triumphant display baring an excessive number of teeth.

"Still can’t perceive it?" I projected my voice across the platform, its clarity easily cutting through the sudden, awestruck hush that had fallen over the arena.

Kenjiro pushed himself up with deliberate slowness, his pain evident, one hand clamped firmly to his side where my bat had made contact. A thin, dark trickle of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth, marring his immaculate white uniform. His normally vibrant turquoise eyes were wide, his expression suspended between evident suffering and something else—a flicker that bore a striking resemblance to respect.

For the initial instance since this entire confrontation commenced, the formidable Untouchable Wind exhibited genuine, unfeigned admiration.

"There it is," he stated softly, his voice nearly lost beneath the swelling crescendo of the crowd regaining their collective voice.

"Now I comprehend her fascination with you."