Chapter 125: To punish the arrogant kid, you must completely destroy his self-esteem! (3)
Brady's voice, mixed with the hoarse voice of an elderly man, sounded very harsh and a little creepy.
“Ahahahaha…hahaha, if that’s the case, I will definitely not lose! I’m going to teach everyone who looks down on me a lesson. Prepare to die, Elect!”
Brady held out his hand to Alfred.
Dozens of black magic balls appeared from behind him and flew towards Alfred at a high speed.
Alfred used the wooden sword in his hand to deflect several magic balls that would have hit his body directly, and rushed towards Brady at full speed despite the explosions caused by other magic balls around him.
He attacked with a wooden sword, but Brady easily deflected it with his left arm covered in black armor.
(Tsk, the wooden sword is really not good enough... If I use a little more force, the blade will definitely break...)
"Hehe~ I want to see how long you can be so arrogant! Aren't you very confident in your own strength, so you look down on me? I want to see what a useless duke's son like you can do!"
Brady casually stretched out his hand in the air, and a huge black sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Following the downward force of gravity, Brady swung the black giant sword diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, trying to cut Alfred's body directly in half.
The armor also seemed to give Brady exaggerated strength, allowing him to easily wield a two-handed giant sword with one hand.
But Brady himself could not use a sword, and his sword-wielding movements could not even be described as clumsy.
It's really just like a kid waving a stick around.
Alfred jumped sideways, easily dodged Brady's attack, turned his body in the air, and kicked Brady hard in the head.
Brady was sent flying by the impact of the kick and fell headfirst into the defensive barrier set up by Emilia.
Alfred took this opportunity to throw away the wooden sword and took out a pair of black gloves from the space ring.
Using weapons other than those specified in a duel is considered a violation of the rules.
But Asmodeus also turned into that strange suit of armor and parasitized Brady's body.
Alfred thought he would be able to find an excuse to get away with it later, so he took it out and used it decisively.
After he put on the gloves, they naturally tightened and fit his hands perfectly.
At the same time, the tapered cuff of the glove's wrist also extended downward toward Alfred's arm, finally covering his entire forearm.
This pair of gloves is made using extracts from slime. They have high magic affinity and magic resistance and can withstand extremely large amounts of magic power.
As long as they are injected with enough magic power, they can withstand the thrusts and slashes of sharp weapons and absorb the impact of blunt weapons.
Alfred now felt like he was wearing a pair of extremely sturdy and reliable arm armor.
"But, damn it... How dare you hit me in the face? I, I will never forgive you..."
Brady staggered to his feet, covering his swollen cheeks and roaring.
The armor seemed to have a healing effect on its wearer; the redness and swelling on his face were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But Alfred knew that this was definitely not without cost.
If this continues, Brady might be completely wiped out by Asmodeus from the inside.
Alfred had to move fast.
But having said that, killing Asmodeus without hurting Brady is a very troublesome task.
Alfred rushed into Brady's arms, and with his fists wrapped in lightning, he continuously attacked the opponent's head and vital parts of his torso.
His goal was to exceed Asmodeus's recovery speed and make Brady lose consciousness without causing fatal damage.
Asmodeus must have known very well that Alfred's goal was to kill him.
So even if Brady fainted, it would not surrender obediently.
When Asmodeus controls Brady's body, it is the best time for Alfred to completely drive it out of Brady's body.
Brady is not good at fighting.
Alfred brought the two of them very close, and using a two-handed giant sword that was taller than his own man only made him stumble.
In addition to his lack of combat experience, he could only passively take the beatings in such a close fight, which made him feel fear instinctively.
Brady always subconsciously wanted to escape and distance himself from Alfred.
The two of them chased each other and fled, and the situation was deadlocked in the arena for a while.
When the time was right, Alfred increased the strength of the magic power to generate electric current and gave Brady the final blow, knocking him out again.
This time, Brady fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.
When he slowly got up from the ground, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and the movement of getting up was like a zombie, stiff and unnatural.
It was as if it was the armor on his body that forcibly controlled Brady's body movements.
(It’s almost time.)
"The glorious goddess who illuminates the world with endless light and hope, who brings order and peace in the endless void. In the name of the glorious goddess Anastasia, eradicate all evil and darkness in the world."
As Alfred prayed, a beautiful light shone from his hands.
The light was as brilliant and dazzling as the sun in the sky, and it also exuded a divine aura that could not possibly exist in this world, causing the air around it to begin to tremble.
Alfred rushed forward and smashed his fist wrapped in light into Brady's chest.
The armor on his body suddenly shattered and scattered, turning into black mist and floating in the air.
Alfred took advantage of the victory and pursued, intending to completely destroy Asmodeus.
But someone got there before him.
A silver-white flash burst out from behind Alfred, swallowing up all the black fog.
"Hehe, Al, you don't have to thank me~"
Emilia said with a mischievous expression.
"Oh, you damn girl, forget it, I really helped a lot this time."