Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 42-1] Street Dueling in the Middle of Celebration

"Haha! You think I came here unprepared? Just so you know. Before you could swing your weapons, I've already beaten up the mules in this town and made them my subordinates." Mog raised his hand and took a deep breath before shouting, "Hoi, the wajis! Run your asses off!"

Just seconds from the call, the horde armed with knives, short swords, wooden beams, and assorted plantation tools, came disperse the crowd. Stand alert behind the Mog, with the horses ready for combat. Seen with a grin on each face. It was as if they were really expecting that fight.

"I warn you soldiers! Although they were only delinquents, but for a fight like this, they were ready to exchange their lives for honor! I'll give you a chance to retreat, before there's wasted bloodshed! In fact, I just want to beat up those cheater losers who are hiding behind you!" Mog pointed straight at Arson. Many pairs of eyes swerve following its index direction.

Hearing that, the soldiers became doubtful. It was a dueling challenge, which was possible for them was something that could not be underestimated. Very respected bravery fighter like in the colossal films I have seen.

The challenge turned out to be powerful. Arson went forward to break the ranks of the soldiers. With his haughty attitude he stood defiantly before the Mog who had a larger stature.

"It's dirty your mouth calling me a noble as a loser and a cheater. Looks like you should teach me some manners with a sword, God damn it!"

"Oh yeah? Then what else would be a more fitting call for someone like you? Wanker coward?"

Laughter rang out from every mouth of Mog's men. Making Arson's face turn a jet red is burned with anger.

"You're gonna regret all this!" threaten Arson's. Pulling sword.

Menclos my heart looked at the purple glow of the great sword that had just been wielded. Isn't that the magic sword I managed to break using a stone knife? And now he has it again? I thought that damned thing was just one. Or maybe sold in an online store freely? Get out of here I'll check. If you remember that too.

Wuk!

Arson was the first to attack, but Mog could easily have avoided it. I thought the big guy was good at fighting. Although I still have doubts he can win that duel, given the magic of the purple sword.

Srats!

Mog lightly split the armor worn by Arson.

Be honest. I feel sorry for that goddamn noble. It'sit's nothing. He was really being played by Mog. Arson's attack was easily averted, then given a reply with a light swing of his sword. As if without intention. Like serving a child.

"Damn it!" hajat Arson's. With one hand he took off his armor. It showed its front body covered in blood from a shallow wound Mog incised.

"You think by taking off your armor, you're gonna get better, right?" ledek Mog's.

"We'll see, God damn it. You or I will be the losers in this duel!"

They started the second round. This time, Arson did not attack. He put up the horses and moved around for the sake of approaching while looking for a gap to nest the attack.

"Dead you!" peekot Arson's. Lung forward.

"Disheck!" reply Mog while raising his sword.

Arson is getting closer. Mog began to swing his sword downwards. For a minute everything changed. The victory that should have been achieved by the big man suddenly turned around 180°. The noble bere***did throw something out of his hand clasped with no weapons - next I knew that it was the armor hook he took and hid when he released it. Regarding Mog's temple and making his attack chaotic.

Srats!

Mog's attack misses, which Arson then uses by cutting into his opponent's chest.

I was amazed by that big guy. He can minimize the attacks that hit him by jumping backwards. Falling hard with your back hitting the floor.

Not very deep wounds actually. But it was the wound from the bastard sword that gave its victim a curse. Proven. Mog was unable to stand. His breathing was hunting fiercely, and the wound on his chest continued to bleed. He fell like a badly injured tiger.

His subordinates were astonished to see their boss bowing their knees before an opponent much weaker than him, even though he had only been hit by one strike, which was actually not fatal. Disappointment was clearly reflected on the faces of the mules. They didn't know that what the wedge was using* and Arson was a curse-filled weapon, which I think has been enhanced by now.

"Huh ...? this loser dared to insult me. All right, then you, fat bhabi, will be the first for my sword."

Goddamnit! Does his mouth not read the situation? Lookie! Now he's the target of that wedge.

Bodo time with plan. I took out a sword hanging from my waist. Stop it, then squint your eyes. Looking for a gap where I could hit and give a surprise attack to Arson who was walking closer to Kord.

On the other hand, whether conscious or not, Kord pulled out a dagger that was sheathed on his waist. The trembling of death is approaching. His steps receded backward unconsciously. Being Arson's laughingstock.

"Hey, rotten nobles! Our fight is not over! Leave him, and fight me until one of us dies!" mog said with a breath of breath.

"You? Cih .... A dying patient like you can wait for later, while I prepare fresh bhabi meat for wild anjhing food." Arson laughed out loud. Continuing steps.

Kord kept retreating all the way to the human fence, from the ranks of the Mog subordinates. They resentfully pushed the fat body forward without control. Approaching death who was lifting a sickle to take his life.

I who saw that cannot remain silent.

"Hey!" I screamed unconsciously.

God fucking. She's looking. His face grew fiercer and filled with a murderous aura. I'm sure he's still a grudge because of the events in the woods, when I stole him.

He switched his target to me. Driven such a strong killing appetite. Forgetting that Kord was still speeding closer to him, without control with unsheathed weapons.

Jrb!

Kord's knife plunged fully into Arson's stomach. Silent. He turned his head and found that the person he underestimated made a fatal wound for him. He pierced his body without protection.

"Bhabi ... shit!"

Kord jumped in fear. He fell backwards. Making the knife he held tightly plucked. A torrent of blood splashed down on him. The fat man was screaming hysterically.

Arson's hand held high. Take a swing to swing his sword with all his might. Driven by mounting anger, in order to be able to slash Kord. My best friend and Sam.

I definitely won't let it!

Wuk!

The hand continued to swing unstoppably in order to complete its intent. But empty. Kord remained trembling on the road in intact condition. He survived, because I had first slashed down Arson's swinging hand.

"Huwa! My hand! Damn you, waji!" arson shouted before falling down while continuing to scream in pain.

Not willing to waste time, I took the stone knife given by Artapatu. Dunked it into the blade of the sword still clasped in Arson's hand piece.

The sword was crushed. Mog flinched, then woke up smiling. Clenching his hand that was raised crazily towards me while cheering. Followed by his subordinates. Maybe it was a sign of respect for me and Kord who had succeeded in subverting Arson.

We are engulfed in the euphoria of victory. Only the rest of the soldiers were already daunted as opponents.

That's how we thought up to a clear sky without clouds, instantly turning black shrouded in cloud with a sinister orchestra of lightning and thunder.

Goddamnit! I know the meaning of the peculiarities of nature that cloud the sky of the city. Our plan officially failed!