[Episode 106161] [Episode 106161]Kuno was backhanded out of the way, throwing him through the stone wall surrounding the property as Ranma struck.
A flurry of blows pushed her on the defense as she blocked them with the flat of her blade. The clang of his fist against her blade rang through the yard like a jackhammer against a steel vault.
Ranma’s fists quickly passed chestnut speed as he poured his ki into the attack trying to overwhelm her defenses.
As fast as he was, she was faster. Her blade danced in the air seemingly everywhere at once. Sparks flashed as he relentlessly hammered her back. The grass had become cold and brittle under their feet, crackling with each step they took.
The force of his blows was driving her back an inch at a time but that was worse then useless as she simply circled to the right. The Tendo’s yard was far too large and she too experienced to trap her in a corner.
Worse she was fending him off without a great deal of effort and looked to be able to do so until long after he had dropped in exhaustion. For a brief second he knew how Akane felt when he ‘sparred’ with her.
This would never do.
There was one arena of combat she had no chance of matching him in. Genma Satome had trained his son since birth to make his opponents angry with a smirk or an offhand remark as Happosai had trained him.
Ranma had raised it to an art form.
Ranma Satome could piss off a saint in just under a minute with a casual unthinking comment. Imagine what he could do if he was really trying.
Eilistraee was a goddess of good, however she was no saint and Ranma had seen her flinch when he mentioned twisting the knife. It was time to probe that wound.
“So how many people have you had slaughtered to feed your ego?”
She flinched and had to flip over a quick foot sweep and throw herself backwards to avoid the follow up spin kick. The chill in the air had caused her joints to stiffen a little.
Rushing forward he was still too slow to stop her from regaining her feet.
“I don’t require sacrifice as a means of worshiping me!” A little anger entered her voice as she dodged a series of kicks and blocked a follow up two-handed blow using her bastard sword like a staff, before lashing out with a kick that knocked Ranma back a couple of feet.
‘Strike one.’
Ranma just grinned and redouble his efforts. He smelled blood in the water and for once in this fight it wasn’t his own.
“You know they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I wonder which of your parents you get it from.” he knew it really pissed him off when he was compared to his pop and family was always a weak point.
He smirked as he watched sparks fill her eyes.
‘Strike two.’
“I hear your pops an OK guy.”
That was always a safe comment. Depending on her reaction he could reverse that stance easily or start scoring on her mom.
Watching her regain control over herself, her breath steaming in the arctic chill that seemed to fill the yard, he knew he had struck paydirt.
“So it must be your mom you take after.”
The sparks in her eyes became a bonfire.
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