Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 84 The Gentle Sword

No one would believe it if I told them, but a mage who was unarmed and didn't even have a wand could relentlessly chase and attack a warrior wearing full magical armor.

With that set of magical armor and that enchanted longsword, Count Mujik was able to match a warrior with fourth-tier battle aura and had a great chance of winning.

Under Alphonse, however, he was like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, constantly running around.

Count Wolff finally understood why Alphonse no longer needed to borrow his longsword.

The sharpness and sturdiness of those two lightsabers were in no way inferior to the magic longsword in Count Mujik's hand, and they even seemed stronger.

Count Mujik could only parry and had no power to retaliate, so he was already complaining bitterly and feeling extremely frustrated.

It's one thing if he can't beat Mia, it's because his fighting spirit level is inferior.

However, when faced with Alphonse's endless stream of strange moves, he was completely powerless and could only retreat again and again.

Ripples appeared on the armor as it was struck, the light within flickering incessantly.

Count Mujik knew that these were signs that the magic array on the armor was being worn down. If it continued to be worn down like this, the attached "shock absorption" magic array would probably collapse.

With a determined look, he immediately activated the "Wind Rush" enchantment on his boots.

His body left a trail of afterimages as he swiftly disappeared.

With lightning speed, he slashed around again from Alphonse's side, and slashed his sword fiercely towards Alphonse's neck.

"I thought you were trying to run away."

Alphonse smiled nonchalantly, spun around lightly, and pointed his pinky finger at the sword's edge.

Before it even touched her, a thin, silvery sword aura shot out from her little finger.

It coiled around the sword blade like a serpent, its movements incredibly swift.

An extremely piercing cutting sound suddenly rang out, and the intense vibrations prevented the blade from advancing an inch further.

That's not all; the immense force generated by the tremor also prevented Count Mujik from gripping his sword tightly.

Seeing that the strange sword energy was about to wrap around his palm, Count Mujik hurriedly let go, abandoned the longsword, and quickly retreated.

But Alphonse wouldn't let him come and go as he pleased. With a flick of his pinky, another nimble and graceful sword aura swiftly pursued him.

Count Mujik retreated quickly, but the sword energy was even faster.

In an instant, it wrapped around his body like a rope.

The sickening cutting sound rang out incessantly, and ripples spread across the surface of the armor like flowing water.

Count Mujik staggered and roared repeatedly, but he was unable to break free from the restraints formed by the sword energy.

The immense force of the tremors made it impossible for him to maintain a normal running pace.

These two ethereal sword energies are also one of the moves of the Innate Formless Finger Sword, called the Soft Sword.

As its name suggests, the sword energy is light and elusive, capable of sweeping and cutting through opponents.

Like the Zhengjian sword, it has two sword techniques.

One move is called Ten-Sided Flow of Swords, which has a larger coverage area. The sword energy will fly out and attack the enemy.

Another technique is the sharp yet gentle one that gnaws at the bone, like a maggot clinging to the bone, once it gets around, it won't let go until the sword energy dissipates.

Alphonse wasn't sure what the extra attribute the Soft Sword had gained was, but he noticed that the sword aura had changed color; it was originally white, but had turned silver.

Other changes appear minor and require further exploration.

The brilliance of Count Mujik's armor suddenly dimmed.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The sword energy of the soft sword had already shattered the magic array on the armor, causing iron filings to fly everywhere.

Alphonse chased after him like a whirlwind.

However, they no longer used the Monkey King's Hundred Transformations Technique.

It is faster, but also more graceful.

Like a feather being blown by the wind.

Mia was stunned for a moment. She could see clearly that a faint sky-blue light was shining under Alphonse’s feet, and the light was very much in the shape of a sword.

A footwork technique that uses wind-like air currents for propulsion?

Count Mujik could no longer contain himself and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The sparks that splattered on the armor turned into blood.

But it was his destiny to survive; the sword energy of the soft sword cut through the armor and was almost completely dissipated.

But Alphonse appeared behind him like a ghost, pressing out a palm lightly, as if without any force.

It was as gentle as caressing a lover, pressing down on Count Mujik's back with utmost tenderness.

puff!

Count Mujik coughed up a mouthful of blood from the gap in his knight's helmet, and he could no longer stand, staggering forward.

"Stop! The duel is over! That's it!" Count Auster shouted.

Although he had his own ulterior motives, he couldn't just stand by and watch Count Mujik die in front of him.

Alphonse did not pursue them further, but stood calmly in place.

The attendants who had accompanied Count Mujik rushed forward and helped him up.

Count Wolf breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps Alphonse had come with only Mia as his guard knight because he was considering a compromise.

If he were to actually kill Count Mujik in full view of everyone, it would inevitably lead to a deadly feud with the Mujik family.

That was a scene that Count Wolf did not want to see.

The other counts watching the game certainly wouldn't have a very good impression of him either.

At this moment, the immense power Alphonse displayed was enough to make people wary.

Little did he know that Alphonse had already secretly laid a deadly trap.

Since the other party harbors deep malice towards me, I must utterly destroy him.

Only death can stop all variables.

Killing Count Mujik in a duel was not a good thing, but that doesn't mean Alphonse didn't have other ways to achieve his goal.

He still used the Eclipse Moon Soul-Floating Hand technique. Before he had fully mastered the second level of the Innate Formless Divine Skill, he was already able to damage Faerun through his magical armor.

Now that he has advanced to the third level of the Innate Formless Divine Skill, his power has greatly increased, and it is far more than just making Count Mujik vomit blood.

The hidden force had already penetrated his heart, and Count Mujik would die in seven days at most.

"I hereby declare Baron Tartarus the victor!" Count Osda announced the result, then turned to the panting Count Mujik and said, "Count Mujik, your heir has tarnished the honor of the Tartarus family and should apologize and make amends!"

Count Mujik felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath; he was already grateful to have survived the duel.

Hearing Count Auster's words, though unwilling, he could not abandon his beloved son, his only bloodline. "Fellen is indeed unforgivable, but I am willing to pay a ransom of 20,000 gold coins to save his life. After he awakens, I will take him to Coldwind Territory and make him kneel before Baron Tartarus to apologize!"

If he hadn't lost the duel, Count Mujik would never have been willing to pay such a high amount of compensation.

Unfortunately, it's no longer his place to call the shots.

Count Auster turned to Alphonse, "Baron Tartarus, are you satisfied with this solution?"

Alphonse smiled calmly, "Okay."

The objective has been achieved; how much compensation is owed is irrelevant.

Yes, I borrowed a picture from Master Qi. Thanks to Master Qi for the wonderful demonstration!

(End of this chapter)