Why can't humans do it too?

Asano Shirasu's sense of threat had been rising sharply since the first Blood Damage, and now, after the second Blood Damage, it had reached a point where it was enough to sound an alarm bell in the mind of Ork, who was already dizzy and had lost his mind.

Without even acknowledging the two remaining orcs, the Ork leader tried to turn around to face the threat—but how could he possibly be in time?

If the first blood damage could barely last for five seconds, the second blood damage was so severe that it could barely last for two seconds. Asano Shirasu's life-or-death blow was in that instant!

Bang! ! !

The earth was pounded into a deep pit, and two deep footprints remained in the center of the spiderweb-like crater. But that wasn't enough. Faster than sound, even ignoring inertia and all physical laws, within this short distance, Asano Shirasu even bent his knee and stomped hard on the air. The air, which should have been invisible, was forcibly condensed into a solid as if it were real before this inhuman speed and power.

The condensed atmosphere rubbed and burned, spreading out in circles of smoke. A crimson figure moved faster than lightning, reaching Oak's thick neck before the sound could spread, and then—torn apart!

A sharp explosion!

Like a fountain, the Orcs' blood sprayed wildly into the sky. Completely disregarding their injuries and lives, the Orc leader simply turned his head and charged towards the blood-red figure.

He has gotten what he wanted.

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It's over.

Su Er silently counted three hundred numbers in his mind... and then counted three hundred more.

Since that last loud bang, there have been exactly six hundred abnormal sounds.

Stretching his neck out of the crevice, Suer turned his head sharply, trying to listen to the outside world with his still-functioning ear—but nothing came of it.

Suer heard nothing but the endless wind.

With a conflicted expression, Suer was certain that the orcs wouldn't send reinforcements again anytime soon. After all, they needed to conserve their strength within the tribe and couldn't afford to expend it all here, but...

Suer finally decided to sneak over and take one last look at the battlefield, just one look, as long as he could see the corpse of that white-haired orc.

To be honest, he was too lazy to hide his figure anymore. No matter how well he hid, if there were still orcs surviving on that battlefield, given their dedication to guarding against and searching for him, there was no way Suer could completely hide himself.

Once again, Suer climbed to the crevice in the rock where he had been observing the entire battlefield. He gazed expectantly, searching for that guy—but there was nothing there.

Suer could hardly believe his eyes.

They've already evacuated?!

His heart was pounding. Sul quickly counted the number of orc corpses on the battlefield. He had counted the exact number before throwing the last stone. However, the task was unsurprisingly difficult—the Orks had torn the orcs to shreds.

And those that were spread out like pancakes... Suer, his face ashen, pieced together the image of the deceased in his mind.

The entire battlefield was like a meat grinder made of flesh and blood. It was a hellish scene that could not be described simply by the word "horrific". Even the corpses of both sides could not be guaranteed to be intact.

As he counted and recounted, Suer's doubts only grew stronger.

There are no missing bodies, the number of bodies is correct, so why can't we find that guy?

After carefully climbing down the cliff, Suer moved closer to the center of the battlefield.

Ah, finally.

Under such close observation, Suer finally found the guy he was looking for.

His entire body was stained red with blood. Right in the very center of the battlefield, next to the massive, mangled corpse of the Ork, Asano Shirasu sat there motionless.

No wonder Suer couldn't recognize him several times. This once white-haired orc had changed completely. One of his wolf ears was gone, and even his beautiful white hair was now stained with blood, turning a black, hard sheen, and changing color from the roots. His armor had also disappeared, leaving only a few fragments hanging haphazardly on his body. His mutilated arms and missing legs made him blend perfectly into this hell of flesh and blood... After all, everyone was just a mutilated corpse.

Without approaching easily, Suer stood at a distance, watching the orc with the white hair.

The broken legs bore strange scorch marks, as if they had been burned by flames and were wrinkled into a ball. There was no bleeding, but they looked like charcoal.

The orcs and the orks all died here; this was the conclusion that Sul drew about the battlefield.

If Asano Shirasu's initial ambush plan had succeeded, there might have been a few remaining members of the orc race. But unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

Suer was pleased with his brilliant throw, and it seemed that his training in his spare time in the village had not been in vain.

Asano Shirasu was dead, his body right in front of him. The heavy stone that had been pressing on Suer's heart was finally lifted, and even breathing became easier.

At this moment, Suer felt a sense of peace from the bottom of his heart.

Chapter Twenty-One: Testing

But this is not enough.

It is still not safe enough.

Suer needs to see something more to achieve the ultimate peace of mind—a peace of mind where there is absolutely no future trouble.

He wanted to get closer to Asano Shirasu's body.

It wasn't that Sur was suspicious; he was just trying to prevent the white-haired orc from writing anything or leaving a code on the stone beside him with his finger before he died.

It must be thoroughly checked.

We've already taken this risk; wouldn't it be terrible if this guy left a message like 'Murderer X' or 'Watch out for XXX'?

Therefore, such inspections are essential, and any unidentified markings must be destroyed immediately.

However, the reason why Su Er stood there without getting close was quite simple—he was worried that Asano Shirasu was just pretending to be dead.

After all, the white-haired orc's corpse was far too intact compared to his companions. If he had been considerate enough to die in two pieces at the waist, Sur would probably be much more at ease and grateful now.

Judging from the traces left on the battlefield, it was indeed Asano Shirasu who finally killed the leader of the Orks. In fact, it wasn't a case of mutual destruction. The leader of the Orks died first, and Asano Shirasu then sat down by the Ork's body, bleeding or dying for some other reason.

Carefully picking up a piece of gravel from the ground, Suer aimed at Asano Shirasu's face and threw it!

boom!

no response.

Throw it again!

boom!

Still no response.

……

Without any intention of stopping, Suer tirelessly threw stones at the white-haired orc. After all, there were plenty of such broken stones on the battlefield. In the end, the stones piled up into a small mound next to Asano Shirosu's body—ideally, even though Asano Shirosu was knocked to the ground by the impact of the stones, he did not regain his mobility.

Suer was still hesitant. After all, these small stones were more of an insult than a harm to the orcs. If the white-haired orc could suppress his anger, it would mean nothing. Judging from what happened in the herb garden, Asano Shirosu was not the type to get angry and lose his temper easily because of being insulted by monkeys.

With that in mind, Suer simply lifted his robe and walked to the side. He took a deep breath, bent down, and picked up a rock that was as big as his forearm.

This is definitely enough.

Silently chanting a command, Su Er swung his arms, which were gripping the stone tightly, from side to side, about to throw it onto Asano Shirasu's corpse. But at that very moment, he heard a sound he absolutely did not want to hear.

"Cough, cough cough cough, you really are cautious, monkey..."

If Asano Shirasu's voice was like a saw scraping before, then now, having exhausted every last bit of strength from his cells, his voice is simply a hoarse, almost inaudible sound like a broken branch. It's a miracle that his vocal cords can still function.

Even so, Asano Shirasu still lives, even in this crippled state.

With a sudden tremor in his arm, Su Er almost dropped the stone he was holding and fell on his own foot. His nerves, which had been taut out of nowhere, didn't relax at all, and the next second he threw the stone as planned.

Aim at Asano Shirasu's face!

Die!

Unfortunately, Suer's desire was not fulfilled. Even though he was crippled and only had one right arm left, Asano Shirasu used that right arm to push himself off the ground and avoid the flying stones.

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" Asano Shirasu coughed violently from the action, coughing up blood and clots. He gasped for breath, as if he could not get enough oxygen no matter what he did.

"I... cough cough, I knew it, cough cough cough!" Asano Shirasu said between coughs. To be honest, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he could cough himself to death right here. "I knew it! You would definitely come back, cough cough!"

"You won't be at peace until you see me die... right?"

Asano Shirasu, his face smeared with dust and blood, lay on the ground and grinned at Suer with a ferocious smile, a smile of joy at the fact that his guess had been correct.

"...There's no difference," Suer said after a brief silence. "I just need to watch you die here, and it won't take long."

"Huff, huff, it seems, it seems that's really the case," Asano Shirasu breathed heavily, his cheeks, which had been pressed against the ground from the fall, shifted and stretched as he struggled to get up, enough to see Suer standing in the distance.

After throwing the stone, Suer quickly ran backward until he was more than ten meters away from Asano Shirasu—to be honest, at this distance, his hearing was not very good, and he could hardly hear what the weak orc was saying.

"...How cautious, even though it's just a wild beast," Asano Shirasu, who was supporting himself to see Sul, couldn't help but smile wryly. He seemed to be thinking about something, but then again, he wasn't. "But a monkey is still a monkey...cough cough cough, how could it possibly imagine the power of a beastman?"

"...What did you say?" A sense of panic suddenly gripped Suer's heart. He stared intently at the orc lying on the ground in front of him, unable to get up, and asked in return. At the same time, he was already retreating rapidly. He had to get to a more distant place.

Just looking at the body that was already exhausted and withered, with even three limbs missing and the chest strangely sunken, Suer couldn't imagine what kind of threat such a nearly crippled orc could still pose, but he had to leave immediately.

"Hehe," Asano Shirasu chuckled casually, ignoring Suer's questions and actions, and murmured silently with his eyes, "...like this."

Bang! !

With a deafening explosion, the remaining limbs and right arm of the once white-haired orc slammed into the ground beneath him. Even though this last bit of strength broke off half of his charred legs once more, in the next second, Asano Shirasu was already as close as an arrow fired from a heavy crossbow to Sul's side.

Even his breathing stopped. Suer only had time to widen his eyes and reflexively twist his body to lean to the side, trying to avoid the attack that could arrive in an instant even from such a distance.

It swept past.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Deception

Scattered, protruding, razor-sharp teeth; a wide-open mouth that seemed capable of biting off half of Suer's neck in one bite; and the overwhelming stench of blood.

Pass by.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!"