The Daily Life of the Demon King Chapter 226: Battle Against El Gigante

After El Gigante erged from the massive container with a thunderous roar, he remained standing in place, like a puppet controlled by an invisible hand. There was no need to guess—this troll-like zombie was clearly under soone's control.

Alex quickly concluded that the Evil Corporation had decided to conduct another experint, testing the capabilities of their lab-created monster. However, another question intrigued him more: did the Los Illuminados cult exist in this world? If so, that ant the Las Plagas parasite was also present. And if that was the case… could it be possible that Alcina Dimitrescu was wandering sowhere as well?

As a true fan of the series, Alex wouldn't mind seeing her in real life. However, he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, he was more interested in how different this world's El Gigante was from its in-ga counterpart.

Stepping past the defensive line, he stopped a short distance from the monster, which still made no move to attack. Alex carefully examined the giant from head to toe, assessing his physical attributes. For a mont, they simply stood opposite each other, like fighters before a match.

Reaching into his pocket, Alex pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag without taking his eyes off the monster.

As if on cue, El Gigante let out a roar and charged forward. His heavy footsteps shook the ground, leaving deep cracks in his wake. Swinging a massive club, he brought it down on Alex, but at the last mont, Alex sidestepped, effortlessly avoiding the attack. The club smashed into the ground with a deafening crash, sending rocks and dust flying.

Without losing montum, the monster raised his weapon again, aiming to crush his opponent, but once more, Alex dodged at the last second. One strike after another rained down, barely missing him each ti, yet he simply moved aside, evading the attacks with minimal effort.

anwhile, Alex recalled everything he knew about this type of zombie. The only real takeaway was that El Gigante had primitive intelligence—sowhere between a caveman and an animal. All he was capable of was mindlessly swinging his club, repeating the sa attack over and over, hoping to hit his target.

Beyond the defensive line, soldiers and rcenaries watched the scene with growing curiosity. It wasn't just that Alex dodged at the last possible mont—it was the fact that he did it all while keeping a cigarette in his mouth.

"Why isn't he attacking? He's only dodging," Mao asked with a frown.

"He's analyzing the monster's abilities," Brunhilde replied, never taking her eyes off the fight.

"And why do we need that information?" R muttered, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

"Are you an idiot?" Rebecca scoffed, looking at him like he was the dumbest person in the room. "We might run into more of these things in the future, and right now, we have a chance to figure out how to kill them. Were you really a soldier, or did you just sit on your ass at HQ?"

"Green's right," Koko nodded. "So far, all the info we have on zombies cos from Alex, so stop talking nonsense."

R looked away, realizing he had been put in his place. However, everyone had the sa question in mind: how was Alex planning to defeat this giant with just his fists and brass knuckles?

Alex continued dodging, gauging the power behind the monster's strikes. Finally, after finishing his cigarette, he flicked the butt away, stepped back to avoid another swing, and cracked his knuckles.

"Alright, big guy, I get what you can do. Now it's my turn."

With those words, Alex smirked slightly and clenched his fists, preparing to attack.

El Gigante did not respond, only letting out a deafening roar before charging at Alex once again. Alex rely smirked, clenching his fist. As the giant approached and swung his club, intending to crush his opponent, Alex vanished from his spot, reappearing instantly to the monster's left—right at head level.

Clenching his fist, Alex raised his hand for a strike.

"Taijutsu Technique: Strong Fist."

The mont his fist collided with El Gigante's face, a sickening crunch of shattering bones echoed throughout the stadium. The zombie giant's head caved in as if pressed by a massive force, and the monster was sent flying, crashing into a wall with a thunderous boom.

A tense silence hung in the air. No one could believe that Alex had sent a massive zombie flying with a single punch. It forced them to once again reconsider the true extent of his power.

The mont his feet touched the ground, Alex lunged forward again, not giving El Gigante a chance to recover. In a single burst, he was next to the giant, who was still embedded in the stone wall.

"Taijutsu Technique: Leaf's Stone-Crushing Rise."

Alex's elbow slamd into the monster's ribcage, driving it even deeper into the wall. Chunks of debris crumbled and buried parts of the zombie's body. Alex took a few steps back, assessing the damage. Would this be enough to force out the Las Plagas parasite?

In the original world, El Gigante would reveal its weak point—a massive parasite bursting from its back—after taking severe damage. If the sa chanism worked here, it would make eliminating these creatures much easier in the future.

The arena shook as a cascade of falling rubble crashed down. With a furious roar, El Gigante erupted from the debris, sending massive stone chunks flying in all directions. Alex narrowed his eyes, watching as the monster's body rapidly regenerated. The deford face, crushed by his punch, was restoring itself before his very eyes, and the caved-in ribcage was returning to its original shape.

"Well, I didn't expect that," Alex muttered.

This version of El Gigante was regenerating far faster than the original.

Once fully healed, the giant roared again and charged forward like a raging bull. As it reached Alex, it swung its club, but this ti, it changed tactics. Instead of a horizontal strike, it opted for a vertical smash, intending to flatten Alex into the ground.

However, Alex crouched, effortlessly dodging, and imdiately launched a counterattack.

"Taijutsu Technique: Leaf Hurricane."

In one swift motion, Alex spun from his crouch, delivering a devastating kick to the monster's leg with such force that the air trembled. The stadium echoed with the sound of snapping bones—the zombie's right leg twisted at an unnatural angle, and the giant collapsed onto one knee.

Yet, despite the severe injury, the zombie did not falter. It raised its club once more, preparing to deliver a crushing blow.

Alex swiftly dodged, using his hands to push off the ground and propel himself upward. Twisting midair, he landed directly on the giant's head, gripping it tightly.

"Taijutsu Technique: Leaf's Spinning Wind."

Using his legs as a lever, Alex executed a powerful twist, rotating his body with imnse force. El Gigante's head jerked violently to the side… and twisted a full 180 degrees.

A chilling snap of breaking vertebrae echoed through the stadium. Everyone watching the battle instinctively held their breath.

Alex, pushing off from the giant, flew backward, smoothly landing on the ground. Now, there was only one thing left—seeing if this monster could regenerate even after such damage.

"Co on, show how far your regeneration goes..." Alex thought, watching the still body of the giant with interest.

For those watching the battle between Alex and El Gigante, what was happening was a real shock. Everything was happening so fast that they could hardly process what was going on. From the mont Alex sent the massive zombie flying with a single punch, then slamd it into the wall, broke its leg, and finally twisted its neck—all of this happened in re seconds.

"What kind of techniques are those? I've never seen combat arts like that," Lehm said, lighting a cigarette and looking at the arena in confusion.

"Those are Taijutsu techniques," Brunhilda replied calmly.

She had seen these moves before—Alex had used Taijutsu while pretending to be Might Guy during his battle with Shiva in Valhalla when Ragnarok was underway. So people, hearing the na of the fighting style, looked at Brunhilda suspiciously. However, those familiar with the term began to recall where they had heard it before.

"Isn't Taijutsu a combat style of those... what are they called... oh, right, ninjas?" Rika asked, squinting, clearly trying to rember the details.

"That's right. To be more precise, he's using the Taijutsu style of the Leaf Village or sothing like that," Brunhilda nodded.

"I have a question. It might sound a bit inappropriate, but... can your boyfriend teach others?" R asked, looking intently at Brunhilda.

After his question, all eyes turned to him, but he was only waiting for her answer, clearly interested in the possibility of training.

"Don't get wrong. But just look at it—he literally beat that giant zombie using so ninja combat style. If that's not cool, then what is? Sure, weapons are great, but sooner or later we'll run out of ammo unless we start making more. Now, think about it, guys... wouldn't it be amazing to send a monster flying with one kick?" R continued, not hiding his enthusiasm.

"I'm out. I'm too old to be kicking giant zombies around, and honestly, I'm too lazy to train," Lehm smirked, shaking his head.

"If any of you actually want to learn from him, Alex will probably agree. But it will be tough. Very tough. Let's just say, you'll want to quit... but you won't be able to," Brunhilda said with a slight smile, narrowing her eyes at those who were considering training.

"What do you an by 'tough'? We all went through military training. I don't think this will be anything beyond us," Lutz replied skeptically, grinning.

"Heh, well, get ready to learn what 'Youth Power' really is. And if you decide to run away, forget about it. Because if you don't et his expectations, he'll train you until you pass out from exhaustion," Rebecca laughed, casting a sympathetic glance at Lutz.

Rebecca's loud laugh, along with her clearly sympathetic look, made the potential students pause and think. But what intrigued them the most was the "Youth Power" and why it sounded so... strange.

A few of the girls standing closest to Brunhilda whispered, asking what it ant, but she simply shook her head silently, clearly unwilling to talk about it. In her mind, the piercing cry of "Youth Power, burning in our hearts!" still echoed.

Brunhilda's behavior raised even more suspicions. The guys decided to gather more information about the mysterious fighting style before asking Alex to beco their ntor.

Alex had no idea that he would soon have even more students, whom he would be able to... torture. Or rather, train. But for now, his attention was focused on El Gigante, who still hadn't gotten up after Alex had snapped its neck.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Alex decided to check if the giant zombie was really dead or just pretending. He approached and easily kicked it in the leg. In the sa instant, the massive club flew toward him. Alex effortlessly caught the weapon, gripping it tightly in his hand and not allowing it to advance further.

Suddenly, El Gigante's body began to twitch violently, as if sothing inside it was trying to break free. In a mont, a huge, many-legged creature, resembling a centipede, erupted from its chest. The horrific creature, with its grotesquely open maw, lunged forward, aiming to bite Alex's head off.

Throwing aside the club, Alex swiftly jumped back, evading the attack. Now there was no doubt—the Las Plagas also existed in this world. When the centipede failed to reach its target, it quickly disappeared back into El Gigante's body. Soon, the wound on the giant's chest healed, and it began to rise, slightly trembling. Then, grabbing its head with its hands, it twisted it sharply, resetting it back into place.

Alex realized that since the monster harbored a parasite inside, the only way to truly kill it was to destroy the parasite itself. This ant he would need a different fighting style. Instead of trying to lure the creature out, he could target it directly inside, destroying the host's internal organs.

Taking a deep breath, Alex changed his stance. His fists loosened, one hand extended forward, while the other positioned itself near his chest.

Brunhilda raised an eyebrow slightly. Even she was surprised, since she hadn't seen this style in Alex's mories, and he had never used it before.

"He changed his stance? What style is he using?" Saya asked with curiosity.

"I don't know. This is the first ti I've seen it," Brunhilda shook her head.

"Wow, is there sothing you don't know? You usually talk so confidently about Alex, but now it turns out you have so gaps in your knowledge," Koko remarked with a sly smile.

"Do you think I'm supposed to know everything he's learned?" Brunhilda snorted. "He just needs one look to morize a move, and then he can repeat it. Do you really think I can keep track of every style he's mastered?"

These words stunned those who didn't know about Alex's abilities. Yuriko looked at Saya in surprise, and Saya, noticing her mother's gaze, simply nodded silently.

Yuriko shook her head. The re fact that Alex had created such complex things with his own hands was deserving of respect, but now it turned out that he was also a genius in martial arts.

Koko looked at him as though he was a treasure that had fallen right into her hands. She regretted not eting him sooner—before the apocalypse. If she had had the chance, she would have done everything to get him on her team and keep him close. This thought made her let out an involuntary chuckle.

"Wait... You an to say that your boyfriend only needs to take one look to flawlessly repeat what he sees?" Lehm asked, trying to sound calm.

Brunhilda and Rebecca nodded.

Lehm sighed and shook his head.

"I don't know whether to respect you more, Valt, or feel sorry that you so calmly provoke soone who has no trouble beating up giant zombies. But one thing is for sure—you're not lacking in courage," R smirked, giving Valt a thumbs-up.

The guys started quietly laughing after R's words, but Valt didn't appreciate their amusent. With a cold expression on her face, she delivered a punch to R's stomach, causing him to fold into a shrimp-like position on the floor. The laughter instantly stopped, and the guys reflexively took a step back, preferring not to get caught under her hot temper. Now, the object of mockery was no longer Valt, but R, who groaned pitifully on the ground, looking like a fallen warrior.

So just shook their heads, watching his suffering with sympathy. Others, folding their hands in prayer, asked the gods to grant the poor guy at least a bit of common sense so that he wouldn't provoke Valt again in the future.

Valt herself frowned, realizing she had just made a mistake by trying to argue with Alex. However, despite all her sharp words and jabs, he never responded with rudeness and never attempted to comnt on her antics.

"Don't worry, one-eyed. Alex couldn't care less about what you say about him," Rebecca lazily remarked, throwing a brief glance at Valt. "The key is not to cross a certain line, and everything will be fine. And if he falls for you, you'll live like a queen."

"He'll fall for and spoil ?" Koko asked, interested, tilting her head to the side.

"Exactly," Rebecca nodded with a wide smile. "If you're in a relationship with him, he'll shower you with gifts. Want weapons, armor, anything?"

"So if I ask him for a rifle like yours, or special ammo, he'll make it for ?" Rika, her eyes flashing with genuine interest, leaned forward slightly.

"Yep. Moreover, if you want a railgun sniper rifle, he'll make it for you," Rebecca said with a aningful smile, tempting the girls with her words.

Brunhilda, who had been silently watching the conversation, nodded in confirmation of Rebecca's words.

Listening to this, the girls, who had already been eyeing Alex, felt even more excitent. Their gazes now shifted between each other with a glint in their eyes, as if they had entered an invisible competition.

Rika, unlike the others, smiled knowingly, realizing that there was already a certain connection between her and Alex. All that remained was to take the final step—naly, to claim Alex for herself, thereby securing his full attention.

Koko, on the other hand, was more interested in how exactly Alex would spoil her once they beca a couple.

anwhile, Alex stood facing El Gigante, who had almost completed his regeneration. However, sothing was troubling him.

"Sothing's not right..."

As if sensing sothing amiss, he quickly turned his head back... and saw that, instead of watching his fight, the girls were animatedly discussing sothing, throwing occasional glances in his direction.

The guys, on the other hand, were looking at him as if he were their personal enemy. Alex even felt that they were now rooting for El Gigante, hoping the giant zombie would crush him with its mace.

"...What did I do to them?" Alex muttered, sensing the tension in the air.

Adding two and two together, he quickly realized that the girls had started a conversation involving him, and the guys had overheard it... and now they were burning with jealousy.

However, his thoughts were interrupted.

A deep growl sounded from behind, and when Alex turned his head, El Gigante had just finished regenerating. Moreover, his body had grown even more massive—his muscles bulging, and his torso taking on grotesque proportions.

The giant took advantage of the mont when Alex was distracted and, with a furious roar, swung his mace, as if trying to crush him like an annoying insect.

But Alex, without even looking, stepped forward, dodging the strike, and in that instant, he was right in front of the giant.

His palm shot upward sharply.

"Eight Trigrams. Mountain Destroyer."

With these words, he struck El Gigante's torso with his palm.

Alex's strike carried a powerful shockwave of compressed air mixed with chakra. The wave entered El Gigante's body and exploded out of his back, tearing through flesh and exposing bones and muscles. If one looked closely, they could see a huge parasite wriggling inside the giant zombie's body. The internal damage Alex caused beca imdiately apparent—dark blood poured from El Gigante's mouth, spilling onto the ground.

Alex quickly stepped back, avoiding the disgusting, foul-slling liquid. He wasn't about to give his opponent any ti to regenerate, so he imdiately went on the offensive. His stance changed: his body slightly leaned forward, his legs spread wider than his shoulders, one arm lowered, the other stretched back.

"Eight Trigrams: One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!" Alex coldly announced.

In an instant, he vanished from his position and appeared before the giant. Two precise strikes—on acupuncture points. Then two more. Then four. Eight. Sixteen. Each successive strike multiplied, until the number reached thirty-two, then sixty-four, and finally, a barrage of one hundred and twenty-eight rapid attacks.

The onlookers were stunned. At first, Alex's strikes were clear and visible, but soon he moved so quickly that it seed as if his hands dissolved into the air, leaving only blurry images behind.

The final strike. Alex pressed his palms together and forcefully struck El Gigante's chest. Another shockwave tore through the giant's flesh, piercing him completely. The monster's body shuddered as its muscles spasd, struggling against paralysis. The embedded parasite, Las-Plagas, inside it also suffered devastating damage—each of Alex's strikes hit not only the zombie's body but also the very being controlling it from within.

In a hidden complex, a team of analysts watched the battle with intense focus. Every mont of the fight was being ticulously recorded to later pass the data to the research departnt.

Caleb Williams, head of the analytics departnt, watched the event unfold with genuine interest. None of his subordinates could guess what he was thinking, and certainly, no one dared to ask. Everyone knew: Caleb answered only to the Director, and even the Board of Trustees could only make requests to him.

"Sire," one of the staff mbers addressed him. "Project G is paralyzed, and its internal damage has reached a critical level. Even the parasite inside it is on the brink of death. What are your orders?"

Caleb paused for a mont before responding in a calm, steady voice:

"Activate the final function. After that, send all the gathered data to the research departnt."

"As you command, sir!" the staff mber imdiately rushed to carry out the order.

Caleb followed him with his gaze, then turned his eyes back to the screen. The cara was transmitting an image from El Gigante's eyes, showing Alex calmly standing before the fallen giant.

Interesting... How far can this man go?

Caleb smiled slightly.

"Red Queen," he said in an even, commanding voice.

A holographic projection of the Red Queen appeared behind Caleb, her silhouette standing out clearly in the dim light.

"How may I assist, Director Williams?" she asked in a steady, emotionless voice.

"Analyze this man's movents and prepare a report on how dangerous he is and how much he might hinder the Director's plans," Caleb replied, without turning around.

"As you command, Director Williams," the Red Queen answered and instantly vanished.

Caleb continued to watch the broadcast, his gaze fixed on the screen where Alex was battling Project G. Suddenly, El Gigante's body stopped shaking and began to emit heat—steam was rising from the giant's pores, as if sothing inside him was overheating. The next second, the zombie swung its mace violently, aiming at Alex, but he swiftly jumped back. The mace crashed into the ground with a deafening noise, leaving a destructive crater in its wake.

Alex raised an eyebrow. It seems El Gigante has entered the second phase. Now, it moved faster, its strikes were more powerful, and its eyes burned with ferocious rage.

"So, berserker mode?" Alex muttered, analyzing the changes in his opponent.

El Gigante roared and charged forward, like an enraged bull. Its speed truly surprised Alex, but he deftly dodged, retreating. As he cautiously observed the monster's behavior, his back suddenly collided with sothing hard—an armored tank.

Without difficulty, Alex leapt over the tank, landing on the other side. However, El Gigante, without losing montum, grabbed the heavy machine and, like a toy, effortlessly tossed it aside. The tank flew straight toward the defense line where Brunhild and the other girls were stationed.

Alex instantly vanished from his position and appeared right at the point where the tank was about to land.

The spectators weren't even surprised by his sudden appearance—they had already grown accustod to his unimaginable speed. But what was he planning to do with the multi-ton piece of tal flying toward him?

So of the fighters began to panic and scatter, trying to avoid being buried under the debris. But just as the tank was about to reach Alex's head, he abruptly kicked it, sending the machine soaring back into the sky.

Everyone watching was left speechless.

They were already stunned that Alex could send a giant zombie flying with a single blow, but launching a heavy tank with a kick? That was beyond comprehension.

But Alex didn't stop there. Jumping higher than the tank, he slamd a powerful punch down on it, sending the vehicle toward El Gigante. The heavy armored vehicle collided with the giant, but it, tensing its muscles, managed to catch it, intending to throw it back.

But Alex didn't give him a chance.

Landing directly on top of the tank, he struck again. The resounding impact made the ground beneath El Gigante's feet sink.

Then another strike.

And another.

With each new blow, the monster lost its balance, until finally, it collapsed onto its back.

Without hesitation, Alex delivered a final crushing blow, driving the zombie into the ground. Once the attack was finished, he easily jumped down onto the giant's chest and coldly looked into its eyes.

"Hey, idiots," he said, looking into the lens of the hidden caras. "I know you're watching and recording. Next ti, send soone stronger... Because I'm getting bored of breaking your broken toys."

There was clear disdain in his voice.

Alex didn't know if his words had reached the people at the Evil Corporation, but he didn't really care. The main thing was to provoke them, make them send more soldiers and zombies so he could continue gathering information.

Sooner or later, soone who knew more than they should would fall into his hands.

But first, El Gigante had to be dealt with.

Alex clasped his hands together, forming a tiger-face seal, and aid it directly at the giant's head.

"Tai Jutsu technique: Midday Tiger!" he declared with a wide, daring grin.

A powerful blast of compressed air shot from his hands, taking the form of a gigantic tiger. The air beast collided with El Gigante, its jaws snapping shut, tearing the giant to pieces. Everything in the strike's path—the head, the torso, the parasite inside—was reduced to a bloody ss.

The zombie was destroyed once and for all.

Alex took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it slowly, and glanced at the defense line.

Everyone stared at him in shock, so even forgetting to breathe.

He simply shrugged.

Yeah, this was a novelty for them.

With his hands in his pockets, Alex calmly made his way back to the defense line to wrap things up in Tokyo's main shelter.

To be continued...

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