Chapter 142 - 142: What do you think you are doing?!

Words : 1291 Updated : Sep 17th, 2025

"Let the duel begin!" Dave smiled as the gong off to the side was rung. Without wasting time, Vince immediately shaped his metal magic into a long sword, lifting it and pointing it at Dave with a glare. "I won't let your plans succeed!" he shouted, dashing forward at full speed. Dave, however, remained standing with his arms crossed, watching Vince with an amused expression. As soon as Vince reached him, he swung his sword swiftly, but a loud clang echoed in the air. To his shock, a sword floated in midair, effortlessly blocking his strike. Before he could react, the floating sword lunged at him, forcing him on the defensive. 'He… he can control his magic like Dad?! I can barely create a sword and hold onto it, but he's manipulating his effortlessly.' Vince thought as he jumped back, narrowly avoiding a thrust aimed at his stomach. The sword suddenly stopped, hovering menacingly in front of him. Then, without warning, it surged forward at double its previous speed, preparing to smash him from above. Vince barely had time to raise his sword in defense, but the sheer force of the impact made his knees buckle, almost driving him to the ground. "Look at you! You can't even touch me. Ha! Just hurry up and lose so I can do whatever I want," Dave smirked. Vince gritted his teeth, pushing against the sword with all his strength. His muscles tensed and bulged slightly as he forced himself upright, his narrowed eyes burning with determination. "I told you—I won't let you have your way!" Vince roared, shoving the floating sword aside, causing it to dissipate. Without hesitation, he pushed off towards Dave at full speed, swinging his sword at his opponent. Yet, his blade met nothing but air. Vince almost stumbled forward, stabbing his sword into the ground just in time to steady himself. "I told you…" Dave's voice rang out from a few meters away. "That you're not on my level." A dozen metal spikes materialized around Dave, hovering ominously. "Vince!" Scarlet shouted, about to move, but Raze caught her wrist, stopping her. "Don't. Look around you—we're surrounded. If you try anything reckless, Dave might kill Vince, or worse, we'll all end up injured," Raze warned. "But Vince…" Scarlet clenched her fists. "Wait!" Raze pointed towards Vince. "Does he look like he's given up? Do those look like the eyes of a quitter?" Taking a stance, Vince saw Dave launch the metal shards toward him. He moved swiftly, deflecting them with his sword, striking one into the ground. But the impact chipped his blade. Another shard flew at him—he dodged, but it grazed his cheek, drawing blood. More shards followed, flying relentlessly. Vince dodged as best as he could, but each time, more cuts appeared on his body. His movements slowed. His breath grew ragged. Dave finally halted his attack, smirking at Vince's battered form. Blood dripped from his forehead, mouth, neck, arms, and stomach. His body swayed weakly, his cracked sword trembling in his grip. "What happened? Is that all your resolve can muster?" Dave mocked. Vince lifted his head, blood running into his eyes. He glared at his brother. "What happened? Is that all you can muster?" he countered, taking a slow step forward. Above him, something began to take shape—a porcupine, bristling with sharp quills. "Oh! Hahaha!" Dave laughed. "So you learned creation magic, and now you think you stand a chance?!" "No. I'm not cocky because of that." Vince smirked. "I'm confident because I know I can bring you down." Dave's grin faltered. "Fine! Bring it on!" Vince shot forward, his porcupine at his side. The creature fired quills at Dave, who swiftly created a sword and slashed them midair, breaking them apart. As he focused on the quills, Vince appeared behind him, swinging—but a loud clang rang out. Dave had hardened his body with metal magic just in time. Turning swiftly, Dave's sword morphed into a gauntlet. He smashed his fist into Vince's face, sending him flying. Then, leaping up, he conjured a long metal shard and hurled it at the porcupine. The creature dodged, but Dave was faster—he appeared in front of it, smashing it to pieces with a single swing. Landing, he turned to see Vince struggling to stand, his hands clenched tightly around his fractured sword. "Vince! Please stop," Scarlet begged, tears streaming down her face. "You're already injured. Please, just stop." "No… no… no… I… I won't give up until I punch that arrogant smile off his face!" Vince shouted and then he exploded from his position strongly while the broken sword changed its shape to that of a gauntlet with a sharp pointy end. Dave was seen smiling with his hands folded as he saw Vince approaching him with a swing towards his face that was about to hit him so he quickly used his metal magic to harden his face when he suddenly felt a strong hit in his gut causing him to cough out blood while looking down to see the sharp end of Vince's gauntlet had pierced his stomach. "Did you think I was foolish enough to call where I would hit?" Vince asked as he twisted his hand that was still in Dave's gut causing him to yelp in pain while Vince smiled with his face still bleeding but then all of a sudden, he could see Dave vibrating in anger as his teeth was grit with blood still dripping down his mouth. Dave's eyes burned with rage. His body trembled. His teeth gnashed together as blood dripped from his lips. "How… dare you… draw my blood, you filthy weakling?!" he bellowed. A wave of power erupted from him, sending Vince hurtling backward. He crashed into the arena's barrier, which immediately surged with electricity, shocking him violently before he fell to the ground with a sickening thud. "Vince!" Scarlet screamed, a terrible feeling twisting in her gut. Dave stood there, fists clenched, his body trembling with raw energy. His wound closed as his metal magic hardened his abdomen. His eyes glowed white. His hair floated wildly as an immense aura radiated from him. "I… I… I will make you pay! It's time I showed you the difference between a second-year and a first-year!" Dave declared, a towering spear of metal forming above his head, aimed straight at Vince. Scarlet's breath hitched. The air turned suffocating. "No… no… no!" she mumbled as dread consumed her. Even the other second-years looked uneasy. "Hey, Dave! Isn't this going too far?" one of them called out. "Shut up! Did I ask for your opinion?!" Dave snapped, his glowing eyes narrowing. His metal spear shot downward, aimed to end Vince's life. Scarlet screamed, fire erupting from her hands as she surged forward. Raze hurled fireballs at the barrier, trying to break it. Others rushed to intervene. Then—a gust of wind howled through the arena. Dave ignored the commotion, focusing only on ending Vince. But before his spear could land, a massive whirlwind tore through the air. A figure zipped into the arena at blinding speed, seizing the spear just inches from Vince's head. Electricity crackled around the figure's strange blue hands, eyes burning with fury. "What… do you think you're doing?!" the newcomer roared, his brown hair floating in the raging wind. A tremendous burst of air struck Dave, sending him skidding backward. Silence fell over the arena. And then, chaos erupted. S~eaʀᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Chapter 142 - 142: What do you think you are doing?!

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