The next battle is a mage and fighter. The mage bombarding with relentless magic while the fighter defends with skillful use of their shield. Despite the fighter's resilience, the mage seizes an opening and delivers a decisive blow, ending the battle in their favor.
The fact that these two battles show unexpected outcomes makes me feel like I'm about to vomit. And when each battle that unfolds, I realize that everyone here is powerful... very powerful. And me? Why am I even here?
Sir Charles, I call him "sir" because I can't seem to call him "bro," is always by my side, watching intently during each battle. Sometimes, he comments or predicts who wins, and he always does it with such wisdom that I struggle to understand his insight.
It is now his turn and starts to gears up for his battle. He chooses a rapier, while his opponent, use a sword against him, appears balanced and strong.
The enemy starts to employ powerful skills. A sword slash followed by a wave of powerful slashes comes towards Sir Charles, but he effortlessly dodges them. The enemy then uses a blinking skill and empowers their sword, making it burn with intensity. He follow up with a vanishing skill and envelop himself in a cloud of smoke. Finally, he summon a massive burning sword from the sky, striking towards Sir Charles...
Basically, the opponent of Sir Charles is bombarding him with tons of skills early on. If this continues, Sir Charles might lose! But as the smoke starts to lessen, a figure remains standing... It's Sir Charles! He doesn't even seem tired and casually brushes off the dust from his shoulders. Wow, Sir Charles is strong.
The enemy, appearing tired and reaching their limits, resorts to a cloning skill, creating almost ten clones of themselves. They begin to fight against Sir Charles manually. However, Sir Charles effortlessly dodges each strike from the ten clones, parrying with ease using his rapier. The rapier is perfect, allowing Sir Charles to swiftly counter any incoming attack without even breaking a sweat. It's as if he's playing against the enemy with effortless grace.
Then, as a final resort, the enemy uses an enraging skill, empowering himself and charging up a tremendously powerful attack. Sir Charles, seemingly preoccupied with fighting the clones, simply looks at the enemy as if their efforts are insignificant, further enraging them. The enemy unleashes a powerful dashing blow that shakes the ground, creating debris and smoke upon impact with Sir Charles. Everyone witnesses the attack, but did Sir Charles lose?
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No! He did not lose! Sir Charles parried the powerful slash without any effort at all nor even a skill; it's like he relied solely on his pure strength. The enemy, now tired and even surprised by the outcome, is caught off guard. Before the enemy can react, Sir Charles swiftly disarms him and aims his sword at his neck, signaling victory.
Sir Charles is truly powerful, why would he talk to an insignificant being like me? But it seems even with the fame he's obtained and people flocking to him, he quickly returns to my side... and gives me some points to boost my courage. But it doesn't boost anything because I'm next to battle!! And my enemy? He looks strong! How can I win this? I don't even have a power!
I have no choice but to go for battle. I don't know what weapon to use, and everything seems heavy. I choose a rapier, like what Sir Charles uses, since it's the only light thing and the only thing I can carry.
My opponent is using a sword and almost the same stance as the opponent of Sir Charles, but this time he is being wary. It seems he is still weighing if I am strong or not.
Well, you must never underestimate your opponent. Look at what happened in the last fight. But... if he attacks, I will surely lose, maybe even die. The thought of this makes my nervousness heighten.
We are just looking at each other, waiting to see who will move first. I don't know how I could even survive if he attacks. But please... someone save me, I pray in my mind
But my wish did not happen; nobody helped me, and he began to attack. He started with a buff skill, then he dashed toward me. It's not a skill, but he is fast! Then I saw his sword glowing, and it struck me down! Even though I parried it, the recoil was powerful enough to push me back. Good thing I balanced.
I didn't even see it, but he was already beside me, quickly attacking. His sword still glowing, I tried to parry everything. The first parry deflected his strike to the side, the second one blocked a downward slash, and the third one redirected his thrust away from me.
He then unleashed a devastating skill, a ferocious strike that seemed to summon gales of wind, echoing thunderous sounds, and even trembling the very ground beneath us. But with every ounce of determination, I met his attack head-on. I summoned all my strength and skill, if I have one, and miraculously, I parried it and survive!!
Yes hufff.....hufff... I can survive this!
Then, he widened the gap between us and sneered, "Is that all you've got?! If you truly want to play like this, then I'll play serious this time!" His voice echoed with a mix of arrogance and disdain.
Just as he had promised, he meant business this time. He unleashed a flurry of skills, each more complex and mysterious than the last.
Watching from the sidelines, I realized that the spectacle of battle was vastly different from mere observation.
I did my best to dodge and parry every strike, but the onslaught was relentless. Panic gripped me as I realized I was losing ground rapidly. No, this wasn't just about losing anymore — I was facing the very real possibility of death!