The Voice On The Rival's Head

Chapter 42: Mefras vs. Purple Cloak

“You...?” The purple robe grumbled when it saw the huge red construct that stopped it, the one controlling this construct seemed to be more adept at controlling the construct than the other Thaumaturgist.

Usually a Thaumaturgist-controlled construct has a small delay in its movement, but not only does it have the same movement as a human, it has the same reaction, maybe faster than humans.

The purple robe dodged the fist from that red construct, a huge hole was left behind; at the place where he stood before, he had to find the controlling place of this construct and try to get rid of it, seeing how much control it has with this construct the controller is certainly unable to move to maintain this responsive control.

Fortunately his target, Helian did not seem to be joining their fight, he was still cautious but he did not take the initiative in attacking him, all the purple robes needed now was to find the controller of the construct, he said,  he loses consciousness and completes his mission to get rid of Helian Sunsworth.

Where's…. The purple robe continued to search for a place where a Thaumaturgist could hide but he was unable to find it, usually when a construct is controlled there will be a trace of which can be followed to the construct controller but not in this state.

The purple robe dodged again, he tried to retaliate with a slash of his knife but he did not make it hurt or abrasive at all.

“It looks like you are an experienced person yes.” The construct spoke, it seemed like the controller was talking past it.

“Not experienced enough to find you.” The purple robe said, if the controller of this construct wants to talk, maybe he can lure him to get his location out.

“Hmmm... Ohhhh The construct looked puzzled before indeed the face understood. “That's why you saw left right before.”

“Finding the construct controller is the most effective strategy to defeat a Thaumaturgist who fights using that construct is only natural.” The purple robe says.

“Oh yes, of course I understand you mean..” The construct says, “Let this fight be fair I will say it; you will not find my controller.” He stated.

The statement surprised the purple robe, was it just a mere scum? Construct controller that can't be found? Or is it true and these constructs want to make their fight fair.

“What do you get by saying this?” Purple Cloak asked.

The construct was silent for a while before replying. “I can get data.”

The data? Was this just an experiment for him? It seems like the controller of this construct is a Thaumaturgist who focuses on his research.

The purple robe once again dodged the construct's attack, the construct didn't stop attacking it as they spoke, it marked how much the construct's controller's concentration was.

In exchange for their attack Purple Cloak realized that its target had already disappeared, it seemed that his attention was quite distracted with this red construct that the target could escape.

“It looks like my mission failed.” Purple Cloak says, “I have no reason to stay here.” He stated.

“you may not have a reason but I want to know who tried to kill my friend.” She said.

“You will save that curiosity for longer.” The Purple Cloak declared before turning back.

“I won't forget you that easily.” The red construct was right in front of him.

The Purple Cloak dodged the attack of the Red Construct. “It looks like you're still hiding your abilities huh.”

The Purple Cloak noticed that the speed of the construct had considerably increased.

“I want to test my performance with a professional opponent.” The construct says.

The purple robe crossed his weapon, blue colored mana flowing down his body. “And you know a professional will end the fight as soon as possible.”

“I know.” The Red Construct replied, crossing his arms and preparing himself to fend off.

“”Arogan once for you, trying to avoid my deadly attack.” The Purple Cloak felt a little annoyed when this construct challenged him, like stating he could withstand his attacks.

The Purple Cloak began to drain the mana into the blade used, lengthening when the knife was with electrical energy that made a sword.

“Feel this! Gungnir!” The purple robe stated the name of his attack that was filled with mana electricity, easily his sword pierced through the red construct, cutting it into pieces.

“At the time I was, before the boy called for help.” Purple Cloak muttered, he had already exhausted his mana to cut this construct, he had to leave before he faced an unnecessary fight.

He began to step away before sensing an existence behind him.

The red construct stood intact without the slightest scuff behind it.

“How can you survive?” Purple Cloak asked.

“Your attack is really deadly, I will be cut off permanently if your sword hits so I separate myself before your knife can touch me.” He answers.

“This is crazy.” The Purple Cloak said, this mission went from a road in the park to a mountain climb, he did not expect to be able to meet an opponent like this, he had already exhausted all the Mana he had, he had to escape.

Looking at the Purple Cloak that tried to run the construct said, “Sorry, I couldn't let you go, not when I still didn't know who wanted to make my friend die.” He said, raise his fist, ready to drop the Purple Cloak.

Klang's!

The sound of metal meeting with metal rang, the iron fist that was supposed to meet the face of the Purple Cloak was fended off with a one-eyed sword.

the straw-clothed man in eccentric clothes fended off the steel fist with a sword that did not completely break out of the scabbard.

“you made me nature wait and look for you and what do I see now? You fight with an Oni. What about your mission?” She asked.

“Sorry, the boy ran away because of this construct.” Purple Cloak apologized with his groupmate.

“It's okay, I don't like to hurt small children too.” She's saying.

“Samurai?” The construct says.

“Oh? You know my status?” The Straw Hats retaliated, as he was interested in this construct.

“Looks like I'm careful, if you sheathed your sword it's angry I've cut off seven parts.”  The Red Construct said, it looks like he knows the Straw Hats' abilities.

“Come on, you think this is a suburban theater.” The straw hat smiled. “I'll cut you into twelve parts.” The straw hat pulled out its sword and the red construct leapt back.

“Be careful, this construct has the ability to divide itself and reunite.” Purple Cloak warned his friend, he did not want his friend to get a surprise like he had experienced.

“This is an interesting Oni.” Top straw said, accusing his sword of facing the red construct.

“If you think I'm an interesting Oni wait until you see Oni Blue.” The red construct raised its fist to face the straw hat, its next hand holding the fist, as if it would stabilize its shot.

“Unfortunately Oni blue has lost its horn.” The straw hat replied before everything went silent.

They were not pulsing at all, time seemed as if it would stop, waiting for the other party to make the first move.

What broke this silence was not the movement of the Straw Hats or the Red Construct, but the sound of the footsteps of the city guards who came in droves.

The red construct and the Straw Hats lowered their weapons.

“It looks like our fight should be delayed.” The straw hat said.

“You think I'll just let you go?” The Red Construct asked.

“No.” The Straw Hats replied, “That's why I brought this.” He took out a bandaged ball, it seemed like the Red Construct knew what he was holding as he instantly moved to stop the straw hat.

“Tung-”

Poof!

The Straw Hats threw the ball and filled the place with smoke.

They ran away in the middle of the chaos.