Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World Chapter 129: Trevor Warren [3]

Trevor Warren was a promising talent from a young age. He demonstrated exceptional skill not only in aura but also in swordsmanship.

Earl Warren spared no support, declaring that finally, soone had been born who would bring honor to the family.

This was evident when the third son took the position of successor, surpassing his older brothers.

But could excessive expectations be detrintal?

Trevor beca more and more eccentric as the days passed.

Isn't that still the case now?

How dare he surprise the Emperor's cousin, the Duke? If soone were to shout at him, "Are you crazy?" he'd probably reply, "When we grow up, we start fighting each other. What, are you going to punish for that? I might beco the next Grand Master?"

In reality, Trevor possessed the skills to make even the most accomplished Auror Masters shiver, and he was still in his mid-20s. If such talent were not utilized, it would be a massive national loss.

Moreover, how much of his major had he accumulated so far?

Trevor Warren's performance in the war with Deliat was also remarkable.

There was even talk of appointing him to the governor's seat. But the reality was different.

"Trevor Warren? You an that wayward fellow? Well, he's not bad."

"But you can compare him to His Highness the Duke of Carriers right?"

"Of course, the Northern Warrior is far superior."

"He's the one who held off half a million barbarians with just the dirty Northern Legion!"

"And he expanded his territory enormously. Deliat? Isn't it just a tiny piece of land? It's a desert, so it's not of much use."

This was the assessnt from social leaders and the public.

It was true that Trevor was also excellent, but there was a fourth-dinsional wall he couldn't overco—a huge mountain called Abel Carriers.

"I'll knock you down and prove to everyone that this Trevor Warren is better!"

Churirillit!!!

A unique swordsmanship with extre changes was displayed.

Although he had already been blocked twice before, Trevor gained confidence.

He had only spread it out lightly, but he could feel Abel being burdened. If he really went for it, Trevor thought he could win.

The sword strike, with a trajectory as winding as a snake, was directed at Abel's left thigh. It seed like it was going for the side or armpit but ended up going straight down.

'Okay!'

Clearly, the opponent did not react properly.

Soon, the blue-green aura would tear apart the opponent's body. But then Trevor heard an incomprehensible sound.

Thump!

"Huh?"

Doesn't this feel like hitting a tal plate? If you hit plate armor with a blunt object, it would make exactly that kind of noise.

But even as he opened his eyes wide and looked, he couldn't find anything strange.

Abel Carriers was wearing only a thin coat of Deliat doublet.

There was no way they had added sothing like a sheet of iron inside. Moreover, bare skin was visible through the torn clothes.

"What on earth is going on?"

Perhaps because the result was so unrealistic, Trevor's mind was filled with bewildernt.

But that was only for a mont, as Trevor continued his swordsmanship with a smooth flow. If it didn't work out once, try twice or three tis.

As he continued to swing his sword, the frequency of his attacks increased exponentially. In a short period of ti, he had already hit Abel five tis.

Thud thud thud!

But this ti, all he could hear was the sound of tal plates hitting each other, and surprisingly, his opponent was fine.

Moreover, Abel was smiling brightly, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"No, how can sothing like this be considered a person!"

Trevor Warren wielded his sword frantically. Before long, his aura reached maximum output.

He lost his self-control and pushed his strength beyond his limits. This would allow him to unleash a mont of transcendent force but would also cause serious internal injuries. If he had no luck, he might have beco a permanent wreck.

Still, Trevor gave it his all.

'There's no way I can't get over this blunder!'

He lived a life superior to anyone else's, to the point where he was called the empire's new star.

Besides, this nickna wasn't just given to him. It was called by none other than the Empire's greatest swordsman, Jero Castro.

That was how sparkling his talent was.

Isn't the opponent soone who reads lines in court?

Even though Abel had so fa in the past, now he was just a minor figure.

'Your skills were clearly poor. You couldn't properly respond to my swordsmanship, right?'

It just didn't make sense for a human body to withstand the aura. Trevor looked exhausted, but his fighting spirit was not dampened. He seed to believe there must be a weakness sowhere.

"Whoaap! Die!"

"Tsk tsk! That was a long way."

Abel Carriers finally opened his mouth. He clicked his tongue and started to slam Trevor's attack. Defense had been completely ignored.

Thud thud thud!

Countless sword strikes hit Abel's entire body, but he paid no attention. He simply lifted the gavel, which was engulfed in red light, and swung it succinctly.

Baaaak!

It was an ordinary blow, but the effect was trendous. Trevor Warren's movents ca to a halt as the hamrhead slamd into his temple. It was because the attack hit the vital spot precisely.

As Trevor stumbled to the ground, he suddenly saw Abel Carrier's feet. In the brief mont of hesitation, a follow-up attack was already underway.

Bam!

Trevor's head fell back, and his eyes widened sharply.

"Kreuk! So this is why he's called the Berserker of the North…"

Trevor's vision blurred as pain shot through his skull, the world around him spinning out of control.

He tried to steady himself, forcing his trembling legs to hold his weight, but it was as if the ground beneath him had turned to water.

Abel Carriers stood over him, the gavel still burning with a faint red glow, a mocking grin plastered on his face.

"Is this all the Empire's new star has to offer?"

Abel's voice was calm, almost disappointed, as if addressing a failed student rather than a fierce opponent.

"You've got talent, but you're far too reckless. Throwing yourself into battle like a mad dog won't get you anywhere."

Trevor's pride burned hotter than his injuries.

He struggled to rise, every muscle in his body protesting. His aura flickered weakly around his sword, the once vibrant blue-green hue now faded and sputtering like a dying fla.

The humiliation of being lectured, of being dismissed so easily, cut deeper than any wound.

"You… bastard…"

Trevor gasped, his voice laced with pain and anger. He forced himself to his feet, staggering back into a fighting stance.

He couldn't let it end like this. He wouldn't be overshadowed by this man who was past his pri, this relic of an era that had long since faded.

Abel watched him with an amused expression, his gavel resting casually on his shoulder.

"Still got so fight in you, huh? Good. But you're still not ready."

Trevor charged forward, channeling every ounce of his remaining strength into a final desperate attack.

His sword cut through the air, its trajectory unpredictable and wild, a reflection of Trevor's own untad spirit.

For a mont, it looked as though the blade might finally find its mark.

But Abel moved with a speed and precision that defied his seemingly casual deanor.

His gavel swung out in a fluid, effortless motion, intercepting Trevor's strike with a resounding clash. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through Trevor's arm, and he felt his grip falter.

His sword was wrenched from his hand, spinning out of his grasp and clattering uselessly to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Trevor cursed, his breath ragged. He stumbled back, unard and vulnerable, his vision narrowing as exhaustion threatened to overtake him.

He had thrown everything he had at Abel, but it still wasn't enough.

Abel didn't press the attack.

Instead, he stood there, his eyes locked onto Trevor with an unreadable expression.

For a mont, Trevor thought he saw sothing like pity in Abel's gaze, and it only made the defeat sting more.

...And soon enough Trevor loose his consciousness and his body went limp on the ground