Chapter 86: The Match Ends

Chapter 86: The Match Ends

“For Arthur’s attack, Crown wisely decided not to take it head-on and dodged at the last moment.”

Right after, a heavy strike slashed back toward Arthur.

<Ding—!>

Arthur quickly sheathed his sword to block Crown’s attack.

“Ah!”

Then, Arthur shouted, putting his whole strength into it, directly pushing Crown away.

Crown staggered back repeatedly.

Arthur seized the opportunity and attacked again.

Just as he was about to perform another five-hit combo—

Crown suddenly fell to the ground, rolling around.

After several rolls, Crown awkwardly stood back up.

Seeing Crown avoid his attack in such a clumsy way, Arthur couldn’t help but admire him.

He knew that Crown had probably analyzed his information thoroughly before this duel.

Even though Arthur respected him for that, it didn’t mean he would go easy on him now.

As soon as Crown stood up, Arthur charged at him, raising his sword high and striking down fiercely.

Crown, still unsteady, chose to dodge again.

Seeing him evade, Arthur eased up on the intensity and began a series of slashes.

Crown dodged continuously, each time more precarious than the last, until he once again unleashed that legendary skill—rolling like a donkey.

At that sight, the elven spectators in the stands couldn’t help but murmur in disbelief.

While Crown had dodged Arthur’s attacks successfully, his performance was anything but impressive in the eyes of the elves.

This way of avoiding attacks was not graceful at all.

In comparison, they naturally appreciated the dominant Arthur much more.

Seeing Crown avoid his attacks yet again, Arthur felt somewhat helpless.

This guy really didn’t care about his royal dignity at all; the rolling around was just too much!

Crown, on the other hand, didn’t care about the onlookers’ reactions.

So what if he didn’t earn the Elven Queen’s appreciation?

That kind of thing was irrelevant to him; he just wanted to defeat Arthur in front of him.

Noticing Crown’s rising fighting spirit, Arthur charged toward him, saying, “If that’s the only trick you have, your fate is already sealed…”

Before Arthur could finish, Crown interjected, “I won’t lose.”

With that declaration, Crown bent down and charged back at Arthur.

Caught off-guard, Arthur’s reaction was a tad slow.

This gave Crown the perfect opportunity.

Crown crashed into Arthur, pushing him back with continued momentum.

After Crown stopped, Arthur was still pushed back by inertia.

Seizing the chance, Crown launched a counterattack.

Just as he was about to unleash a combo, Arthur mirrored him and started rolling like a donkey too.

Crown, born into royalty, didn’t mind the facade; Arthur, being a commoner, felt he had no need to care either.

Having Crown’s move thrown back at him left the royal a bit dumbfounded.

Not just him; the elven spectators were also taken aback.

What happened to the perfect prince image? How did he end up like this?

Airael, however, wasn’t overly concerned.

Though she appreciated beauty, she valued practicality more.

The donkey roll, while not elegant, was undeniably effective.

Recovering from his shock, Crown immediately attacked Arthur as he rolled back up.

Having used this trick countless times, Crown was well aware of its dynamics.

As long as he prevented Arthur from gaining his footing, he still had a chance.

Standing up, Arthur dodged Crown’s attacks.

It was like the roles had been reversed compared to earlier.

Crown, unable to hit Arthur, became increasingly anxious.

He could sense that Arthur’s steps were becoming steadier.

That meant it was growing harder for him to succeed.

Then, Crown simply gave up on attacking and retreated.

Arthur, propelled by momentum, stepped back two paces before stopping to dust himself off and said with a smile, “I didn’t expect that move of yours to be quite effective.”

Crown’s expression darkened at the comment, coldly replying, “Compared to that, your tricks aren’t so great.”

“They’re just tricks you don’t know how to use.”

Arthur maintained his smile in response.

“Hmph!”

Crown snorted, choosing not to speak further.

He stared at Arthur with grave intensity.

After all this time fighting, the pressure Arthur imposed was enormous.

Especially that sword in Arthur’s hand; one could never be too cautious against it.

Seeing Crown unwilling to talk anymore, Arthur knew his taunts had failed, so he charged at Crown again.

For Arthur’s attacks, Crown dodged when possible, and when not, he would block with his sword.

They once again engaged in a fierce battle in the arena.

This type of combat pleased the elven spectators immensely.

However, it was quite disadvantageous for Crown.

Setting aside their differing strengths, the weapons they wielded were leagues apart.

Crown found himself at a loss.

All he could do was curse his good fortune—Arthur had lucked into possessing an exceptional weapon.

“Miss, it seems like Mr. Axi will take this match,” Celia said while watching the battle unfold beside Airael.

Crown, while not completely crushed, was indeed under Arthur’s total domination.

Numerous times, he barely managed to evade Arthur’s attacks.

Airael continued to watch the fight, responding, “Axi does hold the upper hand, but Crown won’t simply wait for the match to end.”

“What else can he do?”

“Of course, he can counterattack.”

In response to Celia’s question, Airael said.

As she had anticipated, Crown was indeed slowly building up his strength, waiting for the moment to retaliate.

After dodging Arthur’s strike once, Crown took advantage of the moment when Arthur was recovering and suddenly raised his sword to strike at Arthur’s forehead.

The elven spectators widened their eyes; would Crown’s counterattack succeed?

Celia was among them, watching with great concern.

If Crown successfully counterattacked and won, things would become troublesome.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Arthur’s face as he lunged forward, driving his elbow hard into Crown’s chest.

Bang!

The force sent Crown stumbling back, and his sword strike didn’t land as intended.

Arthur seized the moment to launch another attack on Crown.

This time, Crown simply didn’t have the energy to evade.

Arthur’s sword struck down on Crown’s chest, one slash after another.

In total, Arthur unleashed seven relentless strikes.

After taking those seven blows, Crown fell heavily to the ground, his chest armor shattered and stained with blood.

The gruesome scene made some naive elves look away in shock.

“You lose!”

Standing over Crown, Arthur looked down at him, saying, “And some things aren’t as you imagined.”