Chapter 492: Chapter 492 – VS Peter [ Part 1 ]

“Now that I look again, that boy, he really is a bit different.” One person said as he looked at Henry again.

The one next to him nodded, “Yes, I didn’t think much before. But that kid clearly has a body made for combat.”

Like them there were other people who were talking about Henry. They looked at his big size, large muscles and combined hulking figure. The sword in his hands didn’t go unchecked as well.

Especially to someone called Dove, who groaned seeing it, “That sword…”

“Did you say something?” Olenna asked but the dark knight shook her head, “…I’m sure I heard something.”

…

Down at the stage…

I swing my sword left and right, trying to get the feel of it. It felt a but pulley today.

Looking up I see Peter raising his brows at that.

“Peter, tell the truth, you’ve been thinking of fighting me since you first saw me, didn’t you?”

Peter seeing his chance to finally get a legal kill, said, “You can say that.”

“You’re telling the truth, that’s good. May I ask if it was personal from the beginning or an order.”

Peter’s eyes widened, “You knew?”

“I would be stupid not to.” I laugh sarcastically, “You guys are my fiancé’s unofficial ex-laws, I expected some kind of retaliation.”

“Haha” Peter laughed, “Since you already knew so much, I suppose there’s no point in hiding anything now. Yes, we wanted to kill you and yes, it has been personal from the start.”

“Since I answered your questions truthfully, answer one of mine.” Peter questioned, “Did you truly not know the depths of your strength or was it intentionally aimed at us?”

“Now that is the million-pound answer, isn’t it?” Peter frowned, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to give a vague answer.”

“In all honesty, I really didn’t think that punch would go so far and attack you guys of all people. It’s not like I wanted all this drama anyway.”

Peter’s eyes carefully scanned for any lies. He couldn’t tell what it was, but inside, he believed in some of Henry’s words. He sighed, “Regardless… this fight will stand and you must die.”

“You really are a soldier boy. Always listening to the orders given to you.” I tell him, “But you should have denied this one, because it’s the last one you’ll ever take.”

“Silence! No more talks, we fight now!”

“Alright man, just warning you.”

Up inside her protective box, Abigail gave the order and loud trumpets starts to blow, silencing everyone.

At one of the highest columns, a man, likely the judge of the fight spoke loudly, “Today, the House of Dragonoir has challenged the House of Tax in a Trial by Combat.”

“The Participants, Peter Dragonoir and Henry Van Tax must fight with their full strengths and only one must emerge victorious.”

“The rules of this fights are, No matter the identity, any fighter can kill the other to finish the trial.”

“The fighters are not permitted to leave the fight midway but are allowed to surrender. The mercy of their lives will be solely held by their opponent.”

“Any type of weapons is allowed, except for poisons and weapons that are coated with relative effects.”

“Both fighters can utilize their rings to their fullest until given a legal reason not to.”

After a few minutes of naming the rules, the guy finally came to the last one.

“And finally, if the fight goes on for over three days, then the judge, in this case, I, shall name the champion of the trial.”

“Does both fighter understand and accept the rules of the combat?”

“I do.” Peter said as he raised his sharp bastard sword to his eye’s level.

“I do the same.” I say while relaxing my right arm and cycling it.

“With both fighter’s approval, let the battle commence!” With the judge’s words, another row of trumpets bellowed as the fight officially started.

Everyone thought it would be Henry who would close in and attack first as he is the melee fighter. But to their surprise, it wasn’t him but Peter, who ran ahead and met head on with Henry’s sword.

Peter’s body ran forward fast and swung his sword precisely at me. I raise my sword just in time to block his as he stood in air for a moment.

“Clang!”

Peter had a disturbed look, ‘He faced my attack with no difficulty, he’s very strong, no doubt.’

Peter took back his sword only to strike from his right. But I flick my sword up to block and press my hand to stop it. Peter didn’t stop and pulled back his sword before swinging downright up at my face.

“Clang!”

A strong metallic sound came as I block its edge just below my swords handle, “Sneaky guy.”

Peter didn’t attack again and lightly jumped a few steps back. He didn’t heave or look disheveled as he thought of the previous attacks.

‘This guy’s not just physically strong but quite fast… very fast if I add the swords weight in the mix. But still, he’s moving that thing with such fluidity, it almost seems like he’s a grandmaster.’

Peter used both hands to hold his sword as he placed it a bit below his right shoulder.

…

Above in the spectator’s seats, a Dragonoir member talked, “Peter’s using our sword style. He must take that guy as a serious threat.”

“I would too.” Another one, a bit older than the other guy, “That Tax brat didn’t just block his attacks, but blocked them easily… what’s worse is that he didn’t even strike back.”

“Hmm, that would be his mistake.”

…

I look at his new stance, ‘That stance… if I remember correctly, the Dragonoir’s have their own sword fighting style. What was it called again…?’

“Roaring Dragon Arts…”

‘Yeah, that’s the one. They also had special effects to-‘

“…Rush Out!”

Peter’s body vanished from where he was standing. But through my eyes, I saw his black figure dash out with extreme speed as he reached my right side almost instantly, his sword swinging towards my stomach for a killing attack.

Just like Harold’s martial arts had special effects to them, other type of arts had special abilities too, sword arts as well. For example, Arthur had sword arts that could do cool shit.

And the Dragonoir family was quite famous for their sword arts. As you could clearly see the deadly effect from just one of them.

“Clang!”

To Peter’s shock, his attack was stopped once more. Though he immediately took his sword back and used the motion to turn it into a full circle as he slashed with equal speed from the other side, “Returnal!”

Returnal was an advanced skill in the Roaring Dragon Arts style. If the user used an art previously then with this skill, he could regain that arts power and momentum for another attack.

Yet to everyone’s shock, I, not only stop the attack but fling it up with force as Peter losses his grip and the sword flies up.

The guy looked up for a brief moment and that was his mistake.

“Gargh!” I quickly grasp him by the throat and pull him up. His face contorting in painful ways as my strong grip closed in on his throat.

I raise my right arm and make it into a fist, “Didn’t anyone tell you dude… never fight a berserker head on?”

“Bang!”

I punch right on his chest as he catapulted out and hit the opposite end of the wall, making a Peter size crater in it.