I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 67: He Slapped Me. I Bit Him. Romantic Tension? Maybe

Malthus’ red thick forearm.

I bit it.

I bit it with all my being.

The last time I bit like this was when I saw boobs from up close. I bit them so hard that it woke the woman up and she called the police.

And now I am biting Malthus’ forearm like that.

All my thirty two teeth gnawed on his skin.

And when I did that, what I expected happened.

My teeth hurt.

But... but..

I won’t back down.

I used all my Strength stat and dug my teeth deeper.

I could taste it. The sweat. The blood. The urine? Ugh. Must be when Sexis did that.

Anyway, come what may. I won’t let his hand go until Erect is safe.

Leave him.

Leave my friend.

Leave..

"You annoying little.. Anhghh!"

THUD!

Erect fell down.

I beamed.

It worked.

Malthus let go of Erect. I managed to hurt him.

Alright.

One last bite to make him never forget who he messed with.

Summoning more strength, I dug my teeth deeper and with one last push, I chunked a big bite as if a fat woman eating twenty avocados while dieting.

I finally brought my mouth out of Malthus’ forearm, a chunk of meat hanging onto my mouth.

I stared at Malthus and while looking at him, I did the same thing that he did.

I ate his meat.

Wait. Poor choice of words.

I ate the meat that I yanked out from his forearm. Yeah. That’s better.

Just like how he ate the limbs of the drunkard while glaring at me, I did the same thing with his skin.

I looked at his arm and surely, a large piece of skin was missing.

I could see his thick bone. Even that was red. Did he eat red colored chalks in childhood? His calcium is messed up.

"How’s that, big guy?" I said, gripping my swords once more.

"Aren’t you feeling the after taste?" Malthus asked.

"I am. That’s why.." I gathered saliva inside my mouth, containing Malthus’ taste and..

"Ptuu." I spat on the ground.

But I forgot...

"Don’t spit on me!"

Sexis was on the ground too.

I spat on him.

"Sorry for that."

"At least tell me before spitting. I should have gotten ready."

"Ready for what?"

"You don’t need to know." freeweɓnovel-cøm

This guy’s fetishes are getting out of hand. I swear.

"That was a move of the women, Human King. Warriors don’t bite."

"Heh. Brave of you to assume I am a warrior."

"Shut up!"

Malthus held his bitten hand and waved his other hand over the wound.

Some kind of yellow light came out of his palm and fell on the wound.

And then in just one second, his flesh healed.

The wound was no more. Gone. It vanished like my confidence after hearing the recording of my own voice.

After healing himself, Malthus turned to me and cracked his knuckles.

"Now you will pay for what you did."

"... Um- Cash or check?"

Malthus smiled. "Life."

SLAP!

My face burned.

THUD!

I fell down, beside Erect.

Why?

Because this devil, he slapped me.

He was accusing me of using a woman’s move a few seconds ago and now he used one himself..

"You slapped me?" I said. "What’s next? Pepper spray?"

"You shouldn’t say that, my lord." Erect spoke, heaving heavy breaths beside me.

"Why shouldn’t I say that? He slapped me."

"And you bit him. Between slapping and biting, slapping is courageous."

"Courageous? So you think biting is cowardly? You should know that this cowardly move is the very thing that saved your life, you ungrateful wrench."

"Saved my life? I lost four limbs, I can’t breathe properly and all you did was to turn into a fucking hamster. You have so many skills and you chose biting!"

"I panicked alright! My swords weren’t working, Sexis was lying useless, you were in a chokehold, my only option left was dental violence!"

"If that hadn’t worked I would have died!" Erect retorted.

"But you did not. You are alive. And besides, you were the one hyping me up. ’He’s the Hero King! He devours enemies!’ What were you expecting me to do after saying something like that?"

"I meant metaphorically! I didn’t mean you’d actually do that."

"Be more specific next time."

"Fuck that. You just ate a demon’s forearm. How do you feel? How do you even digest that?"

"I don’t. I’m constipated spiritually now."

Erect sighed. "You are insane."

I shrugged. "At least I have hands."

"..."

Erect paused.

He turned to me, glaring.

"At least I don’t cry for girls’ attention."

Wha-Fine.

"At least I don’t peek at Beater while he is masturbating."

"Ugh... wait-what? I never did that. It was you whom Beater used as his masturbation material."

"Someone with no hands shouldn’t be talking about masturbation.."

"And a virgin like you could only talk about masturbation."

I frowned. "Stop bringing that up, limbless Larry!"

Erect scowled. "Who the fuck is Larry?"

"Who the fuck are you two!? You are near death’s door, Human. Why are you fighting with the Human King? You should be scared for devil’s sake!"

Shit.

Malthus again lost it. He was talking in bold letters now.

Erect was useless right now.

He wasn’t like me and Sexis who could regenerate his limbs. Only Supreme Man could help him with that.

Wait.. regeneration. Sexis.

Yes.

I turned my head at the Alien lying near Malthus’ feet.

"How long do you plan on sleeping on the ground, Sexis? Get up. Use the healing skill and call back your hands." I said.

Sexis had enough rest. He should regenerate now.

The Alien King slowly lifted his head and looked at me.

"This is the problem, Racis."

"What? Are you about to tell another joke?"

"I hope it was a joke."

"What is it then?" I asked. Sexis was serious this time.

And Malthus also had a grin. As if he knew what Sexis was going to say.

The Alien king gulped and in a low voice, he said:

"I have no Skills anymore."

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