Chapter 139 - My Uppercut for Your Sake (7) (1/2)

I didn’t care about boxing style anymore.

I just thrust my right arm straight out, with all my might.

I was leaning forward with a posture as if I was throwing a baseball.

At the signal to start the second round, I released my telephone punch. The prince was bewildered and took a defensive posture with his pure white wings.

Guard?

I don’t give a damn! I’ll blow you away with it!

“Guh!”

My fist, with the added momentum of my run-up, dug deep into the prince’s wing.

“Haa!”

At the same time, I let out a yell of enthusiasm and put all my weight behind my fist and swung.

The prince’s body floated slightly, and it was unlikely that he would be able to immediately turn to attack from his guard position.

“Kunpei-san!”

“Kunpei-kun!”

I clenched my left fist tightly, as if responding to his father’s encouragement and Aoi and Mikuma’s cheers.

An effective attack? Boxing theories?

I don’t care! All I can do is punch this guy as hard as I can!

If I make it too hard, I’ll get a flat tire! My brain!

“Your Highness!”

“Whoa! Kunpei-kun, that was intense!”

Just before the impact of my left fist, I hear Kayone’s worried voice and Utai’s loud voice.

It’s a shame, though.

I know better than most that it’s not working at all!

This is not a cross-arm block, but a cross-wing block.

My fist blew the prince away with his folded wings.

Prince Atol retreated slightly from the ring, but the damage was probably minimal.

But.

I knew that from the beginning.

For the time being, I didn’t think about anything and just mindlessly hit him with all my strength and pent-up frustration.

You bastard!

“If it goes to the third round, you’ve lost! Go with the intention of finishing him!”

I know! Even if you don’t tell me, that’s what I planned to do!

Full power with my left, super full power with my right!

I hit the prince with all the energy I had saved in the first round, or rather the energy I hadn’t even been allowed to use, and use it up.

With the momentum of bringing back the right arm that I swung down, I shook off the wings that formed a solid guard.

I gave him a straight left with all my might, over the top of a defense that was one layer thinner.

“Guh!”

The prince’s torso bent slightly.

Taking advantage of this momentum. Don’t stop your legs, don’t stop your arms, don’t stop!

Straight for the face!

A sharp angle towards the body!

You’re about to use a kick, but you hold it back and hit, hit, hit, hit, hit!

“Fuhn! Fuu! Haaaa!”

I’ve been clenching my teeth and frantically attacking, so my breathing was rough.

I’m forcing myself to set the pace, as if I’m trying to exchange the stress simmering in the pit of my stomach for motivation and high spirits.

“Guh! Ngh!”

With each blow, Prince Atol squeezed out a painful sound from the back of his throat as he endured my onslaught.

Just by the looks of it, the situation was completely reversed from the first round.

I’m overwhelming, and the prince was at a disadvantage.

That’s what everyone would say if they were an onlooker.

However.

It was different.

I’m beginning to understand.

The source of the discomfort I’ve been feeling is now clearly outlined, and I can already clearly see its silhouette.

It was almost three minutes into the second round.

I have the upper hand those three minutes.

No, I was given the upper hand.

This bastard!

“Hold it right there! Both of you, in the corner!”

The heavy sound of gongs echoed as Nanairo-san announced the end of the round.

I stopped my swinging arm and couldn’t hide my mental discomfort as much as my sweat-stained skin.

I glared at Prince Atol in front of me.

The prince spread his stiffened wings in front of his body and lowered his arm, which has turned red from the constant beating, as he slowly walked back to the corner where Kayone and Utai were waiting.

As for me, breathing heavily, I lowered my arms and continued to watch Prince Atol’s back from the center of the ring.

My whole body began to shake.

The stress that had built up over the past few days had turned to red rage in the past three minutes, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Kunpei! You did well! Come back and rest!”

Without reacting to my father’s voice coming from behind me, I raised my arms and grabbed my headgear.

“Hey, Kazamachi. It’s interval time, okay?

Gasara, who was outside the ring with a mallet on his shoulder, spoke to me.

I didn’t respond to his voice and forcibly took off my headgear.

The headgear, which was tightly secured to the back of my head with a string, did not come off easily and was slowly removed from my head with some pain.

“K-Kunpei-san?

“Kunpei-kun? What’s wrong?”

Aoi and Mikuma were watching at ringside.

I still didn’t reply to their words, but finally put one arm through the headgear that’s been removed from my head, and then…

“I can’t do this! This son of a bitch!”

I slammed it into the ring with great force.

A throat-wrenching scream, the frustration that had been building up, erupted vigorously from the pit of my stomach.

“Hah! What a duel! ‘Sea Dragon’s Servant’! What kind of strong person are you? ! Don’t you dare make fun of me!”

My body was asking for oxygen, which was in short supply because of the amount of energy I spent in the last two rounds.

There was an imbalance between the supply and demand of the air I was exhaling and the air I was seeking.

Heat began to gather on my face from the blood that has begun to climb.

A blood vessel that was on the verge of bursting from too much anger twitched and quivered at my temple.

“K-Kazamachi-sama?”

“Oh, oh? What’s wrong, Kazamachi-kun?”

As I glared at the prince, Kayone and Utai, standing behind the corner post, looked at me with eyes wide with surprise.

The prince, unconcerned, took the mouthpiece out of his mouth and started drinking water from a plastic bottle.

“H-hey. What’s the matter, Kunpei?”

“I don’t give a shit about this! You made me be a part of this stupid farce! That’s enough, you stupid prince!”

I replied angrily to my father’s confused voice.

I untied the laces of my right glove with my mouth.

The difficulty of unraveling it frustrated me again, and I pulled the string roughly, biting the glove itself and pulling my arm out.