[Normal Mission]: Phyllis Neonard... child of the Shadow God. A muscular bitch with an arrogant and pompous personality. Defeat her... prove that the child of the Shadow God is just scum and rotten, and that even a re, frail slave can crush a genius effortlessly.
"Well, effortlessly...? It’s a demanding mission, but I’ll give it a try." Alaric dismissed the screen system and turned to Khaled, asking,
"How do you feel about them? Do you have the capability to handle them alone?"
The demon paused for a mont, gauging his enemy, then answered,
"Not sure... if you’re still staying here."
Alright, it was obvious he was the weak link in this match. If Phyllis defeated him first, no matter how strong his summon was, it would be useless... But hearing Khaled’s assessnt of his chances gave Alaric at least a glimr of hope.
At this mont, he had to use the information he had from Dana. What if Phyllis was a perverted predator who wouldn’t kill her weak prey until she was bored of them? Alaric’s plan was simple.
He would be literal prey for that muscular bitch, using her as a sharpening stone to improve his combat technique. Eventually, he would find her new weakness during the fight, then team up with his summoned creature to finish her off.
Right, he would achieve two goals after that.
Smashing Phyllis’s arrogance and boosting his combat style.
"Try to hold her knight back from interfering in my duel with that bitch until I find her weakness."
Khaled nodded.
"I’ll give it a try."
Without hesitation, Khaled vanished from his spot and reappeared beside Phyllis, swinging his longsword downward emotionlessly, aiming for her head... a lightning-fast movent that anyone in the arena would have to be astonished by.
However, Khaled’s single blow was quickly blocked by the shadow knight’s spiky shield.
At this mont, everyone was focused on the fight between Khaled and the shadow knight; no one paid attention to Alaric and Phyllis at all.
Of course, Alaric and Phyllis were the sa... they wanted to witness the battle between the summons first before making their next move. Whether Alaric’s humble slave demon was stronger than Phyllis’s commanding shadow knight—or the opposite.
The clang of weapons echoed relentlessly. Khaled, playing the role of a fighter, rained a series of powerful blows on the shadow knight, never giving his enemy a second to think or counterattack.
Yet sohow, the shadow knight, concealed behind his spiky shield, passively avoided most of the slave demon’s fatal strikes. Like a turtle hiding in a solid carapace... but behind that solid shell was not really a turtle, but a bloodthirsty hulking monster, waiting for the right mont to leave its shell and crush its enemy.
Right, that mont finally arrived. After around four minutes in the defending stance, the shadow knight instantly lunged at the slave demon, like a wild aurochs ramming its prey with sharp horns.
But the shadow knight didn’t charge blindly like most bulls; he moved like a monster rampaging on purpose. At the sa ti, he constantly swung his battle axe in every direction, each chop carrying the weight of tons, rumbling the arena when it missed, making the slave demon shiver every ti he had to deflect or block those brutal assaults.
Everyone in the arena barely breathed as each second passed, their full concentration on this terrifying battle... the battle of summons with the highest potential.
A nonstop tit-for-tat assault went on for around ten minutes.
As usual, once both sides understood the enemy’s power, there was no reason to hold back anymore. They would use hidden cards to crush the enemy by exploiting weaknesses discovered during the fight.
"That mont of being stronger is coming..." a professor said, breathless, watching the two fighters.
The shadow knight, the first one, revealed his next step as the fight had already reached its climax.
First, he threw his spiky shield aside and gripped the battle axe with both hands. His speed and footwork beca quicker and quicker, unlike his slower previous movents. Despite his heavy weight, now it only boosted the force of each chop, making them stronger and more destructive.
Smashing everything, making every rift and creak through the ground of the arena, he released a massive amount of shadow mana, aiming toward the slave demon like web-like vines, trying to trap that slippery prey.
After a few seconds, the demon quickly lay caught in the web of shadow vines.
"I win."
For the first ti, the shadow knight lifted his lips while leaning forward, ready to bring his battle axe down to cleave the slave demon in half.
Everyone in the arena began to sigh... as if they already knew the result without even looking. But just half a second later, their eyes widened in bewildernt and shock.
The shadow knight’s severed arms suddenly flew off into midair, falling to the ground emotionlessly and slowly dissipating into the air, returning the spiritual sea of his summoner.
"I win."
The slave demon giggled, a ghostly, thrill-filled sound echoing through the demonic helt to every corner of the arena, sending shivers down everyone’s spines, as if a soundboard from hell had spoken in this world.
Then he swung a few slashes to clear every shadow vine wrapped around his body and nearby.
The shadow knight gritted his teeth, and his hand quickly reford from shadow. He stepped forward, picking up the battle axe—but in the next mont, the slave demon was already standing in front of him, landing countless relentless and rciless slashes in every direction at the demanding knight, as if he were a powerless, useless turtle at this mont.
Indeed, in the form of the demon, he kept evading the knight’s blows nonstop, as if they were nothing—unlike before.
At this mont, everyone wondered whether, throughout the whole battle, the slave demon had just been holding back his strength... or if there was so other sense of power they didn’t understand.
However, one thing was clear: Alaric’s summon was stronger than Phyllis’s.
The question now was, not how had the shadow knight defeated the slave demon—and how long had it taken for the shadow knight to be defeated by the slave demon?
Luckily, during the fight, survival didn’t rely solely on the summoned creature—it also depended on the summoner.
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