The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 325 - 50: The Struggle Between Father and Son (7)2

Adelle froze in place.

Turning around, Jones looked at Duke Clent and said softly, "I only hope you can act like an adult, like a senior. If I win, I hope you will honor your promise."

"Of course." Duke Clent smiled faintly and waved his hand lightly.

The officers of the Deacon Council, Count Dracula, and Count ssier all retreated to the edge of the battlefield, dragging their wounded companions as they carefully avoided Jones’s side and circled back behind Duke Clent.

Jones also waved his hand lightly. The Blood Clan mbers brought by Adelle quickly surged forward to help drag the injured dwarves, who were so badly hurt they couldn’t move, back to safety. Everyone gathered behind the Hydra.

In the heart of the battlefield, only Duke Clent, Jones, and the Hydra remained.

"Madam, can you hear ?" A voice resounded in the Hydra’s mind.

"Little Bat?" The Hydra responded, sowhat confused.

"Yes, it’s . We’ll communicate this way. I’ll distract him, and you aim for the fatal strike."

"Got it."

"Then let’s begin." Duke Clent said softly from across the battlefield.

The next mont, Jones had already dashed toward Duke Clent with a sweeping slash aid directly at him.

"Roar—!" At the sa ti, the Hydra leaped into the air, its three remaining heads lunging like a massive claw toward Duke Clent’s position. Gravel and sand churned in its wake.

The sheer force was enough that a single hit could incapacitate Duke Clent. However, landing that solid blow was the real challenge.

Duke Clent’s speed was extraordinary, so fast it was dizzying, so fast that even Jones could only keep up by relying on his instincts.

With a sidestep and a leap, Duke Clent not only dodged Jones’s attack but also slipped between two of the Hydra’s snake heads. Even the gust and dust kicked up by the Hydra’s movents didn’t touch him.

In midair, he flipped gracefully and fired another poisoned needle toward the Hydra.

"Clink," Jones intercepted the poison needle midair with a slash of his sword.

"And this one?" Before landing, Duke Clent flicked his wrist and released another poisoned needle, this ti aid at the farthest of the Hydra’s heads from Jones.

This one was impossible for Jones to block. The distance was too great, and the needle pierced through one of the Hydra’s heads.

Thankfully, the Hydra seed to have so resistance to the poison; one needle was not enough to completely disable a head. But still, the head wavered precariously.

"Madam, are you all right?"

"Little Bat... not so good," the Hydra murmured weakly.

"Hold on a little longer! Madam!" Jones shouted desperately.

"Okay..."

With the Hydra’s support, Jones launched another assault. This ti, he didn’t use the wide-open moves from before but adopted a more asured and conservative approach.

Duke Clent weaved nimbly among the three snake heads, occasionally firing poison needles at the Hydra. He seed intent on continuing this strategy indefinitely.

But it seed this was his only choice. After all, the Hydra’s scales were incredibly tough, impervious to regular blades. Even claw attacks had little effect. Using poison needles was more effective.

Jones was also darting back and forth between the Hydra’s remaining three heads, launching attacks while simultaneously defending the Hydra from poison needles. Sotis he deflected with his sword as before; other tis, he raised magic power shields to block them.

To counter the poison needles, the Hydra even flung its already unconscious heads around, trying to distract Duke Clent.

As the enormous snake body rolled, the sand on the ground surged outward in waves like a stormy sea.

The surrounding spectators watched silently.

The Hydra’s ferocious movents caused a massive commotion, but the barrel-like figure just stood there, slack-jawed, staring blankly.

Adelle’s heart was in her throat, her eyes wide and mouth agape.

The Deacon Council officers, the Blood Clan mbers, and the dwarves present all watched tensely, one after another.

"Will they win?" Count Dracula whispered.

"Who do you an?" Count ssier, standing beside him, replied quietly. "Do you think your son can defeat Duke Clent? Even I can’t beat him."

Count Dracula narrowed his eyes suspiciously, feeling that sothing was amiss.

The battle had raged on for a full half-hour. To Jones, those thirty minutes felt like an eternity. He couldn’t afford to pause for a mont, because any lapse would result in countless poison needles raining down on the Hydra.

The sa was true for the Hydra. Only by attacking could it gain brief monts to breathe. Jones wasn’t able to block every single poison needle.

In contrast, Duke Clent, who was fighting two opponents at once, appeared at ease. After all, Jones and the Hydra’s stamina were rapidly depleting, and ti worked in his favor.

With a resounding crash, another of the Hydra’s heads fell limp. Only two remained.

In mid-leap, a faint smirk appeared on Duke Clent’s lips.

Jones glanced back silently, gritting his teeth and charging ahead once more.

With only two heads left, Duke Clent suddenly faced much less pressure and moved even more freely. With a flick of his wrist, he launched two poison needles in rapid succession.

Another crash sounded as yet another head fell. Just one remained. And even that final head, pierced by two needles, was barely holding on.

"It’s over! It’s all over!" Adelle’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

It seed to be an issue of dosage. Even the mighty Hydra couldn’t endure more than three needles per head before lapsing into unconsciousness.

With only one feeble head left, dragging the motionless bodies of eight others... even the Hydra’s ability to move was greatly compromised.

Had the battle been decided?

Jones’s side stood frozen in shock.

"Do you want to continue?" The Duke of Calemon asked with a smile.

"Charge—!" With a roar, the utterly exhausted Jones still threw himself into the fray.

Duke Clent dodged easily and flicked another needle toward the Hydra.

Jones turned in disbelief.

All eyes were on the Hydra.

The needle was almost upon its target.

The Hydra’s last head jerked back, using every ounce of strength it had. Its eyes bulged wider than ever before.

In Jones’s line of sight, he could see the Hydra’s neck bending away from the trajectory of the needle, slowly but surely.

Had it dodged?

No, it hadn’t.

At the crucial mont, a force from behind the Hydra pushed its serpentine neck back into the needle’s path. The slight shift was enough to be fatal.

The poison needle pierced through.

Everyone stared in wide-eyed disbelief, even Duke Clent.

"Little Bat..."

The Hydra’s massive eyes slowly shut.

The entire world seed to fall silent. Everyone watched in stunned shock.

Teetering precariously, the final head of the Hydra finally collapsed with a thunderous crash, kicking up a tempest of sand and dust.

The once-frenzied Hydra now lay still. It was as silent as death, resembling a small mountain.

Standing at a distance, Count Dracula maintained a spell-casting gesture.

Every single person gawked at the sudden interloper, even Count ssier at Dracula’s side and Duke Clent in the center of the battlefield.

The entire world went deathly quiet.

A gentle breeze swept through, scattering fallen leaves and carrying away the sand kicked up by the Hydra’s fall.

"That’s enough." Retracting his spell-casting hand, Count Dracula spoke softly: "Since the outco has been decided, there’s no need to continue. Isn’t it better to end things sooner?"

Duke Clent sighed in exasperation.

Count ssier slowly turned his head, frowning without saying a word.

Jones stared blankly at his father. For so reason, in that mont, he smiled. Clenching his sword tightly, tears poured from his eyes.