I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 86: Infinity War? Nah, this is Infertility War

"You cheater!"

I shouted at the top of my lungs and Malthus just grinned.

My face contorted in pain like I just wrote one thousand words and the laptop shut down before I could save it!

I am a God right now and because of Malthus I got to know something surprising—Even Gods feel pain when they get hit below the belt.

"Cry more, human king. That suits you a lot."

"Don’t tell me your preferences. Why the hell did you do that? That’s not how a man fights!"

"You were literally fighting me with two people on your side. You are the last person to lecture me about manliness."

Fair.

"But you should at least have a heart! You used the same attack on me as the girl standing in front of me in a bus did, her reaction was valid because she got to know that it wasn’t my belt’s buckle poking on her back. But you have no reason to use that move on me when I didn’t even poke my dick on your back!"

Malthus’ grin faded.

"Did you just confess right now that you sexually harassed a girl on a bus?"

"Wait... I take that back. I tend to lie in pain."

"I see. Then you are going to lie a lot more from now on."

Malthus stepped towards me.

I still wasn’t ready to fight.

My hands were clenched onto my balls and my knees were touching each other.

I looked like I was doing a tik tok trend no one asked for with only a hundred views and five followers.

Nevertheless, Malthus wasn’t coming towards me to do first aid, he has an easy chance of attacking me now.

My God mode allows me to heal instantly but this time it was taking time, the pain wasn’t going away.

The sharp sting lingered around my crotch and with a heavy heart, I let my hands leave my jewels.

The pain became more profound after I let my hands go but I pushed through.

I assumed a boxing stance once more but I still wasn’t able to stand straight.

And more than that, I have to look out for another low blow from Malthus. There is no guarantee he won’t do it again. If I suffer that attack once more, my bloodline will end with me.

Malthus reached just in front of me and I focused mostly on his legs.

If they were raised I would instantly jump hundred miles back.

I also kept an eye on his hands but they won’t reach below my belt as fast as his legs would. So they were more important to watch out for.

And as I expected, Malthus did raise his leg.

I would have teleported miles back but I figured his leg wasn’t moving towards my crotch.

But it was getting bigger.

More bigger.

I can smell his foot.

It turned larger as if I zoomed in on it.

Then it hit me...

Literally.

He fuckign pulled a round house kick on me.

His leg wasn’t getting bigger, it was coming closer to my face.

He had hit my testicles so hard they reached my brain and I turned dumb (more than before)

That kick shook my head and my right ear kissed the ground.

The kick was strong enough to make my head bounce on the ground as I did a cartwheel against my will on the same spot and stopped after three rotations.

I was standing straight once more but I was just standing, my mind was still in shambles.

I caught a glimpse of my face in the sky-screen and Malthus’ foot was etched on my left cheek. A red patch of extreme foot fetish greeted my face.

But the good thing was...

I wasn’t feeling pain in my nuts anymore.

I defeated pain with more pain—Mastermind. It’s like drowning an ocean in water.

"How was that, human king?" He asked, grinning exactly like someone who was capable of doing a roundhouse kick. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

I shook my head violently, like a ceiling fan switched to five to ejaculate maximum air.

This made me come back to my senses and enabled me to reply to Malthus.

"Yeah. I won’t lie. I am surprised you could do a kick like that with a chunky body like yours. Who’s your trainer? Mark Henry?"

"I won’t answer that."

"Yeah right. As if I care. I just wanted to make a joke out of it."

"I see. Then I’ll reduce your stress of making jokes. I have been here for too long. No other fight of mine has ever taken this long to end. That’s an achievement for you, human king."

"You don’t need to tell me that. I figured you finish fast everywhere you go."

"... Joke all you want. These will be your last jokes anyway."

"Heh. If I learned anything in life, it’s this—always joke like it’s last time. Because my jokes can get me killed."

"First time you said something worthy. Your jokes could definitely get you killed and everyone will see it first hand now."

"I use my second han— Ugh!"

PUCK!

Malthus grabbed my throat.

He didn’t even let me finish, I was very close too.

"Time for talking is over, human king. I am moving to the endgame now."

What? Don’t forget the infinity war, dude. Let’s do that first. Don’t jump to the end like this.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t the only one capable of grabbing me.

I raised my right hand and grabbed his throat as well.

We both held each other’s throat, this would have been peak romance for the stone age men who liked BL.

But alas, it was not romantic at all.

Malthus had a bigger palm so he had covered my entire neck, but my palm, it was the size of a cartoon character who only has four fingers just to lessen the time for drawing them.

My palm was only able to hold a little bit of Malthus’ neck and that wasn’t good news.

"Do you know why I held your throat, human king, even when I know you can heal if I break your neck?"

I am not in a position to play questions-answers, man.

And I can’t even answer if you keep holding me like this.

But let me guess, you held my throat because you ran out of ways to portray yourself as a villain so you used a basic move to reinstall your image?

I was just thinking all this until Malthus answered himself.

"I hold your throat not because I want to destroy it, I will just damage your vein that is responsible for sending oxygen to your brain and then... you will lose consciousness. Since you are a God right now, you will only be asleep for one second. But that one second..."

Malthus flashed his red teeth, grinning like a tobacco consumer’s final boss.

"That one second is more than enough for me to end this fuckery once and for all."

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