256: True Colors

True Colors

After Kahn's declaration, not just Historia but all the onlookers were baffled and the majority had their jaws wide open. Even for people who didn't pay attention to this match before.. This was too much to accept. 2

On the surface, both of them were peak master rank fighters but from his words.. He was implying that Historia wasn't even a real deal. 

And saying that he could kill her with a slap hinted that she was nothing but a con and had no real strength. 

"Heeey!! Now I'm not even going to care about the rules. I'm going to kill you with my own hands!" shouted Historia and pointed her blade at him as she activated all her offensive and burst skills to attack Kahn. 

A small storm filled with murderous aura surrounded her body and multiple blades made of mana swirled around her sword. 

She made a slashing swing in his direction and all the blades launched at him in a synchronized manner. 

But all Kahn did was sidestep from left to right swiftly and avoid every single blade as if nothing happened. 

Even with his stats and rank lowered, he was simply too experienced and had better control over his body compared to the female opponent. 

Historia ran towards him and started swinging her sword frantically. To which, Kahn didn't even bother dodging. He just parried and directed the direction of her sword again and again. 

Soon, the scenario of their fight completely changed from two equally matched opponents to a grown-up schooling a toddler. 

"You motherfucker!! I'll fucking kill you and your whole family. A trash commoner like you isn't even worthy of standing in the same battle ring as me!" shouted Historia. 

Her outraged expression completely contrasting her previously enarming and cute appearance as she lost all control over herself after Kahn had insulted, humiliated and then toyed around with her. 

And to make things worse, not a single one of her skills or lethal attacks met their mark or hurt him in the slightest. 

The biggest flex Kahn was doing at this point was that he wasn't even using both of his hands. Rather his left hand was inside the pocket of his longcoat while the right hand was doing all the work. As if Historia's attacks weren't even powerful enough for him to use both hands. 

Just in a couple of minutes, Historia started losing her balance and the grip on her sword loosened after Kahn had exhausted her without even making a single strike. 

CLANG!! 

Her sword fell on the ground as Kahn parried it easily without exerting any force. 

"Go pick the sword." he said. 

"You.." she tried to refute but couldn't because she was shown to be one at fault. 

But as soon as she picked her sword again, Kahn put his own in the sheath and folded his arms. 

"Come. I won't fight you with my weapon from now on. Try to kill me if you can." he said and threw a grin at her. 

"You bastard!" she shouted and aimed for Kahn's heart. 

This was a new level of humiliation. Her opponent implied that she was so weak that he didn't even need a weapon to defeat her. 

But before her thrust even touched Kahn's heart, he quickly grabbed her wrists, stopping her sword and the next second, he did something that shook the entire arena. 

SLAP!! 

A crisp slap resounded in the battle ring and Historia's left cheek with visible fingermarks appeared on the screens. 

Silence! The arena was deathly silent at this point. 

"Dammit.. Why do I keep meeting these types of women? Some scam me, some try to kill me and this one is a textbook pretentious bitch.

People might say that I'm some sort of woman abuser at this point." spoke Kahn to himself as he sighed. 

"I'll give you another chance. Attack me with all your power." 

He said and let go of her wrists. 

This time, Historia was enraged to the point that her face had turned fuming red. 

SLAP! 

"Again." said Kahn as he slapped her again after stopping the sword attack midway.

SLAP! 

Kahn repeated the cycle and kept slapping her again and again till her face was swollen and the fair cheeks looked like rotten tomatoes. 

Snif! Snif! 

Historia started crying at this point because she was basically getting thrashed now. 

Kahn had publicly bullied and roasted her so hard for looking down on him earlier, that she could die just from the shame. 

As the teardrops drizzled from her eyes.. the makeup on her face started being undone. 

GASP! 

"No! This can't be true!" 

"Somebody.. Tell me this is a dream.." 

"What the hell! You gotta be joking me.." 

Hundreds of people started muttering under their breath as Historia's face was revealed to everyone again. 

Finally, the people saw the real face of this girl behind all that heavy makeup which made her look like a princess of some country. A face that was full of pimples and wrinkles. 

Even her lips were blackened as an aftereffect of excessive smoking. 

Historia was crying after losing her shit like a baby, her runny nose and the undone makeup that was spread over her face made her look hideous; shattering the beliefs of every single member of her fan club and clan members. 

Especially for the fan club members, her cute and lovely girl image was completely gone and an erratic and hateful character of hers was revealed to everyone during this fight. 

Her charming and innocent persona no longer existing and her loathsome character who hated and looked down on other people from the commoner class, which 90% of the audience belonged to, was revealed to the world. 

The Mask was broken and her true self was revealed for everyone to see. 

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Kahn quickly grabbed her sword and put it on her neck. Whilst Historia who was broken at this point did not even have the strength or will to retaliate. 

"The winner is no. 2,98,370!" declared the female elven referee and Kahn officially won the match. 

His gaze turned towards the people holding banners and wearing the clothes of Historia's fan club. 

He quickly started walking out of the ring and spoke in a tyrannical voice that filled the entire arena.. 

"And this is why you should…" spoke Kahn and took a pause. He looked at Historia again and continued.. 

"Never judge a book by its cover." 

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