Chapter 344: How many wages a month, what life are you risking for?

As an advanced civilization, possessing high-intensity individual combat power is nothing unusual.

Just one punch nearly cost Jierte half his life.

"You.... who are you...."

Jierte did not choose a reckless attack; instead he chose to feign weakness, giving the opponent an illusion.

Most importantly, he was not sure whether such combat power belonged to only one person.

If this person were merely an ordinary member of that civilization, Jierte wouldn't need to fight; he could just wait to die on the spot.

Facing Jierte's question, the opponent didn't answer at all, merely giving him a disdainful glance, as if not caring about his existence at all.

That's right; when facing an ant, a powerful existence usually can't be bothered to answer the other's question.

To them, disposing of Jierte was like routine work, and possibly now, because of Jierte, the opponent not only had to accept overtime, but also face pressure from superiors just the same.

Seeing the opponent's grim expression, Jierte felt even more certain, while the opponent was currently putting on a calm front and saying something.

"The high-risk individual in the H1 Test Field has been suppressed."

"Okay, I will properly protect the company's property."

"Okay, sorry, okay, I understand."

From the opponent's brief remarks, Jierte heard the resentment and helplessness of a miserable worker, which also gave him more speculation about the world he was in.

But there was no time to think further; the opponent's angry gaze had already shot over—if looks could kill, Jierte would have died a thousand times already.

"I'll clear out this.... trash......!"

He emphasized the word "trash" especially heavily, but that actually let Jierte relax quite a bit.

Now we can barely confirm that such combat power likely belongs to just one individual.

No, it should be said that what he is likely facing now is only him alone.

"'The company's property.....'"

Jierte gazed at the enormous space-based weapon in the sky, his mind clear.

To them, perhaps all this is merely an experiment, or perhaps just a job.

But for Jierte, this place is everything to him.

However, thinking that after defeating the opponent he would have to face not only stronger enemies but also that damned company, Jierte felt a headache coming on.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, Jierte gripped his engine greatsword tightly, and the opponent's sin and morality appeared before his eyes.

"'It's actually golden......'"

Even the opponent's body was cleaner than most people on this planet; facing this result, Jierte could only remain silent.

Sin and morality—what exactly are they judged by?

Position? Thinking? Or values?

Jierte didn't understand, yet at the same time he gained a deeper understanding of what sin is.

But.... now is not the time to consider this.....

Jierte had never mistakenly killed a bad person before, but it seems this ironclad rule is about to be broken today.

"Come on...."

Watching the opponent hang up his handheld communicator, Jierte made his preparations.

And the next moment, the heavy punch still landed hard on Jierte's body; even with his preparations it was useless.

Slaughter, pure crushing—Jierte had absolutely no power to strike back.

Although he didn't know why the opponent chose such primitive melee combat, Jierte knew the opponent was absolutely not someone he could resist.

The opponent was using his body to vent his dissatisfaction with forced overtime.

The silver knight's armor was smashed to pieces, Jierte was stomped hard into the ground, and four steel‑wrapped iron fists frenziedly hammered his body everywhere, constantly exhibiting the delightful Violence Aesthetics.

With the final heavy kick landing, Jierte's body was hurled far away, landing and kicking up rubble.

Looking at the motionless Jierte, the opponent exhaled sharply, as if his inner vexation had completely vanished with that venting.

After glancing at Jierte lying on the ground, alive or dead unknown, the opponent pressed his own communicator.

"Report, the target has been cleared......."

"Bang!!!"

The knight's iron fist suddenly struck out, wrapped in Holy Light and fearless resolve, fiercely sounding the horn of counterattack.

But alas, the effect was not significant; the opponent merely stepped back a few steps, yet the communicator at his ear was smashed to pieces by a punch.

"........."

"Little thing, you've really pissed me off...."

"Ha."

Jierte pulled back his hand, face swollen and bruised, wearing a mocking look as he stared at the opponent.

"This thing must be pretty expensive, huh? How many wages does it cover for you?"

"How many wages a month, what life are you risking for?"

"........."

"You! Deserve! Death!"

I don't know which sentence hit his sore spot, or if it was simply that Jierte's punch annoyed him; either way, he has now entered an anger state even more furious than before.

Jierte also laughed—know that this is a world where spiritual energy is supreme!

In dire straits, the flesh can unleash unprecedented potential, and the spirit in dire straits can develop unprecedented breadth.

And spiritual energy in dire straits... no, actually you don't need dire straits at all; only normal will is enough to unleash the full power of spiritual energy!

Know that even a blue sapphire can easily cause ability overuse, yet Jierte hasn't even exploded his potential yet!

Just as that familiar iron fist was about to arrive, Jierte actually reached out and caught the blow directly.

A stabbing pain came from within the body; this is the symptom of spiritual energy crystallizing in the blood.

But at this moment, Jierte is many times stronger than at the start!

"!!!"

That person widened their eyes, staring at Jierte in disbelief.

Bang!

The Knight's iron fist arrived as promised, followed by a more intense Holy Light Slash.

Jierte looked at the opponent's face, he gritted his teeth and uttered a word Jierte had never heard before, but it was probably not a good word.

Jierte bared his bloody teeth and laughed sincerely.

The power within his body was increasing rapidly, this was not solely due to the overuse of spiritual energy.

The greater reason is because of the Second Knight Oath; Jierte, who has not felt suppressed by a strong enemy in a long time, is continually putting this oath into practice!

"Awesome, bring it on!"

(Because the ending here is hard to write, after looking at the outline just now I felt it was a bit awkward, so I spent some time revising, hence the delay, sorry everyone, my patrons!)

(The word count for the later part has been made up, but then the early morning update seems to have gotten stuck in review again.)