[Arthur's POV]
I ran towards the guard on the left, a look of surprise flashing on his face.
When I was two meters away from him, he raised his hand and called out:
"Fire chain!'
Seeing this, I whispered:
"Mirror clone!"
An identical clone appeared in my position simultaneously as I teleported away.
A 5-meter-thick flaming chain appeared around the clone, wrapping around its entire body and causing it to fall face flat on the ground.
Contrary to the result, the guard put on a grave face.
Before he could react, I silently teleported behind him, coated my right hand in a thick silver aura, and slapped out with force toward his ass.
My hand passed effortlessly through his armor like a knife through butter.
When I noticed that my hand was almost in contact with his skin, I expertly reduced the silver aura to a very large degree before I made contact.
*PAAAAAA!* A resounding slap echoed out.
The eyes of the guard bulged outward before his body was sent flying. A few seconds later, he landed face flat in a kneeling position with his ass pointing upward.
There, a gap could be seen in the armor with red burning skin shown in the open.
"Huhahahaha!" I bellowed out loudly.
My laughter was cut short as I saw a flash from the corner of my right eye.
I immediately turned around with my left hand stretched out and covered with a thick silver aura.
Clang!
I caught the sword thrust towards me but I couldn't expel the sword to the void as I did before. I noticed that the sword was covered with a green aura, showing that the guard was contending with my laws using his own.
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Very quickly, in a mere breath, I pulled the sword, drawing the guard closer to me. I already clenched my right hand into a fist, a thick silver aura covering it as I punched fiercely toward his stomach.
*Bang!*
"Huaaah!"
The second guard fell to his knees as he clenched his stomach tight.
Silence.
There was absolute silence in the coliseum. Everything happened within a few seconds. The people couldn't even react to what happened.
The silence didn't bother me though, as I simply turned to the Duke with a smug smile on my face.
'Heh.'
The face of the duke was a bit red from shame. Two guards could not even handle a small kid. But he quickly got over it and lightly called out with his hand stretched toward me:
"Freeze!"
"Mirror clone."
The clone froze immediately as the ground and the surrounding air around it was turned into an ice domain.
I teleported high above the head of the Duke. Using the force of gravity to my advantage, I barreled down with my right leg whipped vertically toward his head.
He raised his head slightly and gazed up at me calmly, as he merely raised his left hand to block my kick.
Seeing my attack was ineffective, I lightly kicked off on his right shoulder with my left leg and flipped in the opposite direction with grace.
In mid-air, a serene voice drifted into my ears:
"Ice blades!"
Tens of blades made from ice were summoned and directed toward me.
I looked at this scene calmly and responded by lifting both hands, my left hand facing the direction of the ice blades and my right hand directed above the Duke.
"Receive" I commanded in a deep voice.
The space in front of me rippled like the surface of a lake, and all the ice blades got sucked into it.
Still completing my flip in the air, I locked eyes with the surprised Duke, my right hand still directed above him as I voiced out lightly.
"Reflect!"
The space above the duke rippled and tens of ice blades rained down heavily from it.
The duke was taken aback, as he did not expect such an attack. However, he still kept his composure and called out quickly with both hands raised.
"Ice shield!"
The tens of ice blades collided with a gigantic ice shield causing a frosty air that shortly blocked all vision to spread out around the duke.
When the scene cleared out, what the people saw shook them to the core.
There, a young silver-haired boy was standing mere inches from the duke, his left hand placed in the pocket as he silently looked at him.
Whereas, the duke still had both hands stretched high as he maintained his posture for casting an 'ice shield'.
There was a small lapse of silence before the people in the coliseum erupted in a clamor.
"Isn't the duke said to be in the 'master realm'?"
"Is he? How come he can't even handle a little kid then?"
The people discussed with disbelief in their voices. They didn't expect the Duke of the kingdom to look so weak before a little child.
However, what they didn't know was that the duke wasn't weak, the little boy was just abnormally strong.
It was during this period that a voice filled with power and brimming with might lightly echoed out:
"Interesting!"
The noisy coliseum instantly became silent as the powerful voice surprisingly came from the direction…of the king!
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