Flicking the Sword

Chapter 82 Flicking the Sword

Being able to project one's energy outwards and not being able to project one's energy outwards are two completely different realms, and their fighting styles are also different.

Alphonse no longer needed to wear heavy armor to fight.

The main advantage is that there are many more martial arts techniques available, especially the unique skill that once allowed him to dominate the martial arts world, the Innate Formless Finger Sword.

Moreover, it is a mutated innate formless finger sword!

In this other world, the Innate Formless Finger Sword has undergone some strange changes and acquired attributes.

Count Wolf suddenly shouted, "Count Mujik, it's so unfair that you're fighting Baron Tartarus in enchanted armor with mithril magic. Shouldn't you at least provide Baron Tartarus with a set of armor and weapons?"

His reaction was quite unexpected for Alphonse, who had no dealings with him, except for a trip to Ryan City to sell the formula.

Could it be that he still had a relationship with his deceased adoptive father?

I've never heard my mother mention that.

Count Mujik gave a heavy snort and ordered his attendant, "Take Baron Tartarus to choose a suit of armor and a suitable weapon!"

The military camp naturally had some stock, but it was just ordinary stuff, and there was no full-body armor. The quality was far inferior to the set he was wearing.

"No need!" Alphonse walked into the arena and stood facing Count Mujik.

Count Wolff, however, refused to give up and tried to stop him again, "Wait!"

Having said that, he took the longsword from his waist and raised it towards Alphonse. "This sword of mine is a masterpiece crafted by a master. I'll lend it to you, Baron Tartarus, how about it?"

"Thank you." Alphonse smiled. "But I'm not used to using a sword."

Although she didn't understand why Earl Wolf was repeatedly trying to be friendly to her, she still had to respond in a friendly manner.

"Well, there's nothing we can do then. Be careful." Count Wolf sighed softly, glanced at Count Mujik, and said meaningfully, "I don't want to see anything too bloody. Let's just settle things once a winner is decided."

His actions have attracted the attention of several counts, who are all secretly wondering why he did this.

This is clearly biased towards Alphonse.

Count Auster's eyes darted around, and he walked into the center of the arena with a smile, placing one hand on his chest. "I will be the arbitrator for this duel of honor. Let me make it clear first: when you hear me say the duel is over, both of you should stop. Count Wolf just said he doesn't want to see anything too bloody, and I feel the same way. I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

Having explained the rules, Count Auster retreated to the edge of the arena, raised one hand high, and then brought it down with a powerful chop.

"The duel begins!"

Count Mujik slammed his right foot into the ground, and a tremendous force rippled outwards from him.

The ground cracked inch by inch.

He charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.

A shimmering white aura instantly enveloped the sword, which he raised high as he charged toward Alphonse.

Alphonse calmly watched Count Mujik rushing towards him and raised his hand.

As if picking up a flower petal, he flicked it with his fingers.

However, the thumb and index finger, or the middle finger, are usually used for picking flowers.

Alphonse, however, used his ring finger, and it was his ring finger that flicked the finger.

In an instant, the temperature in the air dropped sharply.

A cold fog rose out of nowhere.

Countless tiny ice beads, each carrying a speck of frost crystals, shot out.

The field was instantly covered in a white mist.

Count Mujik did not stop, rushing towards the ice beads that were flying all over the sky.

He was absolutely confident that the magical armor he wore could withstand the attack of those ice beads.

In his eyes, there is only one goal.

As soon as he got close, he would sever Alphonse's head with a single sword strike.

Count Auster said to stop when the time was right, but he wouldn't listen to Count Auster's words. Killing Alphonse in the duel was reasonable, and even Mia couldn't interfere with the outcome!

Unexpectedly, the force contained in the ice beads that struck him was exceptionally heavy.

The momentum of the charge was immediately thwarted.

Although the impact was largely absorbed and mitigated by the magic array on the magic armor, it still caused his whole body to tremble, making it impossible for him to continue charging.

That's not all. The ice beads that landed on the armor did not disappear; wherever they struck, that spot was covered with a layer of ice.

My feet were immediately locked in by the ice.

The ice beads struck down like a sudden storm, making a clanging sound as they hit the armor.

Count Mujik was frozen in place, his entire body covered in layers of ice.

This battle situation surprised everyone watching.

Qi Jie felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this magic?!

Is Alphonse a magician?

This explains why Alphonse dared to be so arrogant, challenging Count Mujik unarmed!

A warrior who cannot get close enough to fight a mage is just a sitting duck.

While mages may be physically weak, their magical shields offer considerable defensive capabilities.

But why didn't Alphonse bring his staff?

Moreover, this ice magic seemed to be cast instantly; Alphonse didn't even seem to chant any incantations.

To be able to cast magic instantly without chanting incantations, one must at least be at the level of a Grand Magister, right?

But does the Archmage really need to do this to deal with Count Mujik?

A single high-level spell would be enough to knock him down.

If a low-level mage were to challenge a third-level warrior, wouldn't they take the opportunity to create distance, raise their shield, and cast a spell?

While they're casting their spells, the warrior can charge in and cut through their shields, taking them down with him.

Mia felt a little relieved. She knew that Alphonse knew "witchcraft," but she didn't know that Alphonse had a new way of attacking.

Previously, she had only seen Alphonse use the magic that allowed him to conjure flames from his palms.

Unexpectedly, I was able to use ice-based magic with completely opposite attributes.

Little did they know, everyone had misunderstood.

This is actually one of the techniques of the Innate Formless Finger Sword, called "Flicking Sword".

As its name suggests, it uses the ring finger to flick out sharp sword energy, condensing it into a sword pellet to attack the enemy.

It is swift and agile, and although it is not a hidden weapon, it has a similar effect.

However, the sword, once it arrived in this other world, unexpectedly acquired the attribute of ice, which exceeded Alphonse's expectations.

During the trial recruitment, everyone was stunned.

Even if Yan Kuangtu, the extraordinary man who created this unique finger sword technique, were to be resurrected, he probably wouldn't be able to explain it.

Perhaps this strange phenomenon is caused by the presence of magical elements in this world that are not found in the martial arts world.

Its power is even greater than when the original sword was first created.

The original sword technique, when used against a master of the same level, could only be used to restrain and harass the enemy; against ordinary martial arts practitioners, it could be used to cut grass.

This time, however, things are quite different. With the addition of the ice attribute, there is an extra control effect.

(End of this chapter)