ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 168: One-Man Rampage ( )

CRACK!

Hazuki’s sidekick smashed into the armored man’s ribs.

Even with full plate armor, the force behind the kick was enough to send him flying. The man was launched backward like a sack of potatoes, crashing into the ground with a loud CLANG-CLANG-THUD! and skidding across the dirt. The crowd gasped. Some even stood up in disbelief.

"Oi oi oi! Did he just—?!"

"WITH A KICK?!"

Above Hazuki’s head, Ridan was still floating midair—dressed in his cheerleader outfit for some reason—furiously waving pom-poms.

"GET HIM!! YEAH, KICK HIM!! HAZUKI!! NEXT ONE!! DROPKICK THOSE MAGES!!"

Hazuki, mid-stretch, looked up. "...Which one?"

"That one!!" Ridan pointed dramatically at the robe-wearing girl, who was already gathering magic at her fingertips. "Attack her before she nukes the whole arena!!"

"Alright," Hazuki said casually—then vanished in a burst of speed.

WHAM!!

He jumped, spun in the air, and axe-kicked straight down onto the mage girl’s head.

"WAGH—!!"

The spell fizzled as her face met the dirt.

Before his feet even touched the ground, Hazuki’s body twisted again mid-air.

CRACK—!!!

His foot slammed right into the face of the girl wielding a bow—sideways.

She flew backward, limbs flailing like a ragdoll, crashing into the outer wall.

The crowd exploded.

"W-WHAT WAS THAT!?"

"Is that guy a martial artist!?"

"He’s a monster!!"

Hazuki calmly landed, brushing dirt off his knuckles.

Only two enemies left.

"All right, bitch! Next!!"

Hazuki cracked his knuckles as if he was about to wreck someone behind the gym after school.

The dual-blade girl rushed in, blades spinning in her hands, moving fast and furious—like she was in an action movie.

Too bad Hazuki wasn’t impressed.

She swung to slice him from both sides.

Hazuki stepped in before her blades could connect—bam!—and decked her right in the face.

Her body flopped forward like a broken puppet.

Without missing a beat, Hazuki grabbed her hair mid-fall.

"Oh no you don’t."

And then he hurled her out of the arena like trash being thrown out of a window.

"WAAAAAHHH—!!"

She flew straight into the crowd, knocking over a stack of wooden crates and at least three people holding grilled meat skewers.

The entire audience went silent for a moment.

"...Did he just—"

"—THROW HER OUT!?"

Ridan howled with laughter from above. "GYAAHAHAHAHA!!! YESSS!! THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR!! BLOOD AND VIOLENCE AND VIOLENT BLOOD!!"

Hazuki slowly turned his head toward the last one standing.

The gauntlet girl. She tensed, fists up, sweat already beading on her forehead.

Hazuki’s mouth crooked into a nasty, crooked smirk—the kind of grin that screams "you’re next, and you’re screwed."

"Now..." Hazuki said, cracking his knuckles again.

"...Only you left, Gauntlet Girl."

The gauntlet girl backed away a step, sweat dribbling down her cheek.

Then, suddenly, she tilted her head, offering a seductive smile, and cooed softly:

"Umm... Handsome man~ How about you let me go, and I’ll be a good girl for you later~? You can do whatever you want to me in bed..."

She licked her lips and pressed her body forward, trying to sell herself—like she had a real chance.

But Hazuki just gave her a calm, dead-eyed stare.

Then, slow and deliberate, he raised his right hand.

And gently... brought it to his lips.

He kissed the small pinky promise ring on his finger—its faint glow beginning to pulse softly.

"Ah, sorry," Hazuki said with a sly grin. "I’m not into chopping boards."

The moment those words hit the air, the arena fell silent for a beat.

The gauntlet girl’s seductive smile cracked just a little.

Hazuki’s eyes narrowed as a soft golden-pink aura shimmered around him.

"...I already have a beautiful catgirl future wife waiting for me," he added, voice confident.

With that, he jumped into the air—high, smooth, and fluid.

The pinky promise aura pulsed outward like a wave, trailing behind his twisting body. freeweɓnøvel.com

Then—BOOM!!

His fist landed squarely in the gauntlet girl’s face.

Her head snapped back, her body blasted into the ground with a thunderous crack.

Dust exploded outward in every direction.

The crowd erupted in shock.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?"

"THE CRAZY GUY ACTUALLY WON!!!"

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!!! WHO BET ON HIM!?"

Hazuki landed gracefully, cracking his knuckles again, standing alone in the center of the battlefield.

"And that what i call,anger management control." he muttered casually.

Ridan floated above him, screaming with joy as he spun around like a deranged mascot cheerleader. "YEEEEEEEEAAAAHHH!!! HAZUKI FOR PRESIDENT!!! RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT’S DONE!!!"

Hazuki dusted off his hands, unfazed.

The crowd was still reeling from his brutal solo victory.

Off to the side, an older fox-eared beastkin man grinned ear to ear, his many golden earrings jingling as he laughed openly, arms wide as if he were about to hug the entire world.

Because he was the one who set up the betting.

And everyone—literally everyone—had bet on SilverRoad.

Everyone except... one tiny soul.

"Alright, kid!!" the fox beastkin slapped two gold coin into the hands of a wide-eyed beastkin boy. "You bet one silver coin on that crazy guy... odds were 1:200, so that’s two hundred silver coins! That’s two gold coins, you lucky brat!!"

The boy blinked, eyes sparkling as if he’d just ascended to godhood.

"T-Thank you, mister!!" he shouted joyfully, clutching the coin tightly to his chest.

The older beastkin just grinned and waved him off, then slowly turned toward the stunned, defeated crowd of gamblers.

He raised both arms dramatically.

And grinned wickedly.

"Ohoho~ I’m RICH!! Not a single payout—except to that little brat!! YOU ALL MADE ME FILTHY RICH!!! Thank you for your business!!"

He threw his head back and cackled like a villain from a bedtime story.

"BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

One angry man in the crowd shouted, "THIS WAS RIGGED!!"

"Shut it!" the fox-eared man shot back. "I didn’t force you to bet on the sparkle team of losers! You thought five-on-one would be a sure thing? That’s your problem!"

Another groaned, "That guy didn’t even use his sword!! What kind of joke is this!?"

The fox beastkin wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing even harder.

"Exactly. The joke... is on you."

"Now—where’s my champion?!" the old fox beastkin shouted, practically skipping as he pushed his way through the stunned crowd. "Ahahahaha!"

He marched straight up to Hazuki, who was calmly brushing dust off his sleeves as if the entire brawl had been nothing more than a morning jog.

"Hey... good match," the beastkin said, slapping a heavy gold coin into Hazuki’s open hand. "You crazy bastard—you just made me rich in minutes!! Hahahahaha!"

Hazuki blinked, looked at the coin, then offered a confused half-smile.

"...Umm. Thanks?"

"Anytime, son!!" The beastkin gave him a hearty pat on the back, then spun around with a grin. His long tail swayed like he was walking on clouds.

"I’m off to enjoy early retirement!! BWAAHAHAHAHA!!"

And just like that, the old fox stuffed his overflowing pouch of coins beneath his cloak and vanished into the crowd—leaving behind chaos, broken pride... and one bewildered but victorious "crazy guy."

( End Of Chapter )