What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

"Sword Saint...no, brother, you've misunderstood...I'm not a kidnapper..."

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"

Before House could finish speaking, Annie on his shoulder began to struggle violently. He had to awkwardly steady the little girl while also dealing with this lunatic who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

The swordsman who called himself "Arthur" seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world after hearing what House said.

He brandished his sword with one hand, while brushing all the hair from his forehead with the other, and then a wild and confident laugh erupted from his throat:

"Hmph... Hahahaha! Hahahaha! You thieves, that lovely lady doesn't seem to agree with your words. I caught you red-handed and you still show no remorse, yet you still try to fabricate lies to deceive me..."

"Hahahaha!"

His maniacal laughter abruptly ceased. Arthur held his sword to his chest, then, like a gladiator, slowly thrust it forward: "Before I end your life... do you have any last words?"

"..."

House's mouth hadn't stopped moving since the beginning. There were so many things to complain about that he didn't know where to begin. The way this guy spoke was so exaggerated, it was like a performance, that it was truly astonishing.

"Virette! You..."

House could sense that the lunatic in front of him was ready to attack, so he wanted the boy to get away first, but when he turned around, he found that the other person had already gotten far away.

"You...you're really fast..."

Viret held up a finger from a distance: "I'll only be a hindrance if I stay put. To maximize efficiency, I think it's more useful for me to find someone else to help than for me to stay here. So... bye-bye."

After saying that, the boy didn't hesitate for a second, turning around and disappearing into the alleyway in a flash. This rational and decisive judgment was good, but it made House feel a little down.

BYD, even just a moment's hesitation would have been better...

"Hahahaha!"

Another burst of wild laughter followed.

"It seems even your accomplices have fled... What are you still insisting on? If you bow down and admit your mistakes now, I might consider sparing the life of your worthless wretch!"

House gently put Annie down from his shoulder, and at the same time, to Arthur's astonishment, pulled out a thigh:

"I'm saying... are you not quite right in the head? Why are you talking in that stupid tone?"

"Hahahaha!" Arthur slashed his sword through the air with a chilling whistle, the blade cutting through the air. "You... cannot understand a hero like me! How can insects and rats understand a hero?"

House wanted to have a serious fight, but this lunatic had just too many ridiculous flaws... using both "you" and "me" repeatedly, a symptom that reminded House of his middle school days.

That was probably the year before he became disabled... Back then, he fantasized every day about being some kind of demon, evil fire overlord, holy heavenly dragon god or something like that, calling himself "I" and referring to his classmates as servants, ants or something like that.

Damn it, every time I think about this memory now that I feel like dying...

This symptom is quite normal; it's a condition that almost every boy experiences during puberty...

House relaxed his brows:

"Are you... suffering from chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?"

"Huh? What's that?" Arthur bent down, making a strange movement as he sheathed his sword and lowered his center of gravity. The posture resembled the starting stance of a "Iaijutsu" (traditional Japanese martial art). It was described as "resembling Iaijutsu" because the two were currently about thirty or forty meters apart...

House couldn't understand what this kid was trying to do.

Is it iaido?

Is this distance suitable for Iaijutsu?

"Well... never mind, there's no need to take the thief's words to heart. In your final moments, remember this: the man who took your life was named Arthur Domian, and he will surely become a hero in the future—"

The instant the other person's voice disappeared, House understood something.

That is, being mentally challenged may not affect a person's fighting ability.

This was the first time House had ever witnessed such a swift attack: from the moment his eyes caught the opponent's disappearance, to the opponent's afterimage instantly appearing before his eyes, to his hurried raising of his thigh to block... and then the opponent's afterimage also disappeared.

Clang—!

With a piercing explosion, House was violently sent flying. Due to the passive skill's forced binding, he and his wheelchair rolled wildly on the ground.

As the dust began to settle, House gritted his teeth, flipped his wheelchair over, and got up again, only to find Arthur slowly walking towards him with his sword in the distance.

"Tsk...hiss!"

Just as he was about to get into position, he felt a burning pain in his right arm.

A quick glance revealed a gruesome gash on House's right forearm...

Just now, he had used his right hand to grab his thigh to block the opponent's attack. A chill immediately rose from his back. This was no joke. If he had reacted even a second slower, this slash would probably have cut off his right arm.

"What the hell is that speed... I almost turned him into a horse's head."

House no longer dared to underestimate chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur). He gripped his thighs tightly with both hands and stared intently at Arthur's movements.

One step... two steps... this guy suddenly stopped talking and started acting like a pro.

Three steps... four steps... House frowned and swallowed hard. The distance was closing step by step. Was he about to attack... was he coming...?

Five steps... six —

"!!"

The silent count in my mind stopped instantly, and that guy's figure disappeared again!

"Counter-attack collision!"

Without any hesitation, House immediately launched a counter-attack, and sure enough, the moment he set up the counter-attack, he felt a sharp pain in his hand! It was that attack that was so fast it was almost invisible!

Clang!

Arthur was taken aback when his attack was blocked. Although he had used the exact same combat technique twice, how could this guy react the second time?

You should know that even his master praised his [Silent Slash] speed. Although this guy is a thief, he is not weak at all.

Just as he thought this, Arthur was stunned. His sword was suddenly deflected by an unknown force, and then a black figure rushed toward his face at high speed!

Seeing the other party's obviously clueless expression, House smirked. "BYD, so what if I can't see your attack? Are you scared of my 100% counter-attack tracking?"

"【Repatriation】"

But House's predictions were wrong. This time, his mindless defense and counterattack were actually countered. The young man named Arthur was indeed shocked, but he was only stunned for a moment.

A moment later, he reacted quickly and deftly held the sword to his chest, and then, the moment the black steel wheelchair touched the opponent's blade—

clang!!

A burst of sparks and lumens flashed, and Arthur actually used the impact of his wheelchair to fly backward!

The other person's boots left two long scratches on the ground. Although his posture was a little awkward, he ended up not getting hurt at all.

House's face contorted instantly: "Using counter-counter-counter-counter-counter...you're cunning enough."