The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Even if Meow Meow is skilled in swordsmanship, she probably wouldn't be a match for Diana.

　Moreover, it only learns small techniques very quickly, and can only be considered a master.

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　I've grasped the basics.

　Therefore, if Dark manages to win, he will most likely have to face the Great Demon Queen Diana!

　"There's no chance of winning..."

　Dark frowned.

　He had actually been thinking about this problem last night, but still had no answer.

　In situations where only martial arts techniques can be used, he has absolutely no chance of defeating Diana.

　"Hacha!"

　Suddenly, the extremely excited voice of the Hawkman came from the other side.

　Dark turned his head and met his eyes, which were full of fighting spirit, and his spirits lifted.

　"That's true. We might not even be able to win a duel with the Wrestling Hawkman, let alone anything else. Let's go all out!"

　Thinking this, Dark patted the hilt of his sword at the waist of the wrestling eagleman, his eyes filled with provocation.

　→A scoundrel who dares to provoke his own magical spirit with such a gaze is probably unique in the world.

　"My opponent is Meowth!" Diana stared wide-eyed at the Meowth opposite her, her mind not on fighting, but on how to capture it.

　As for Aurora, her expression was slightly serious.

　Having practiced swordsmanship with Dujianchao for so long, she naturally knew how formidable he was and that he was not an opponent to be underestimated.

　Tailmon and Leomon merely exchanged a glance before turning back and gripping their respective sword hilts.

　Although Leomon possesses the ancestral demon sword "Shishio-maru," he still practices swordsmanship using an unsharpened longsword, starting from the same point as everyone else.

　Its basic attributes are very similar to Gatomon's, so the winner this time will depend on who has better swordsmanship.

　……

　Seeing the fighting spirit ignited in the crowd, Claire lightly tossed her long hair and smiled, "The rules are clear to everyone. I'll just remind you again: no weapons other than practice swords. No magic, no magic cards, no special moves. This duel is a pure contest of strength and skill, not a matter of life or death, only victory or defeat. So, let's start with the first group of contestants, Dark and the Wrestling Hawkman!"

　Before she finished speaking, Claire had already started clapping.

　The maids, who were in the audience, immediately responded to the call, and applause gradually rose and poured out from the open ceiling.

　Dak stood up from his seat and walked to the center of the field.

　After listening to Camilla's instructions, the Hawkman stepped onto the stage.

　Dark, a mage, and Hawkman, a magical elf, are about to engage in a duel—as the opening act!

　"Hawkman, please enlighten me."

　"Hacha!"

　After exchanging greetings, the human and the elf stepped back, maintaining a distance of about ten meters.

　Dark had already drawn his practice sword, his feet slightly apart, the sword held horizontally in the air, his stance extremely stable.

　Perhaps it's talent, or perhaps it's hard work.

　In short, he did not slack off in learning the basics of swordsmanship, and at this point he already looked like a swordsman.

　He carefully felt the circulation of the three chakras in his body, gradually expelling distracting thoughts and focusing all his attention on the duel at hand.

　It's as if you're on the dueling stage of a magical duel, and the countdown is about to begin, and all you can think about is the duel.

　On his opposite side, the Hawkman also adopted a similar stance.

　However, it had no weapons and fought the enemy bare-handed.

　Because it was not good at wielding a sword, it gave up learning swordsmanship after only a brief attempt and instead followed Camilla to learn boxing.

　It has an exceptional talent for fighting and had been practicing on its own. Now, with Camilla's systematic guidance, it has made remarkable progress.

　The mere sight of the frame exudes an imposing aura.

　It gives the impression of an eagle swooping down with fierce momentum.

　……

　The maids' voices gradually faded away.

　The maids who were cheering for the young master also shut their mouths.

　This first duel was unexpectedly serious.

　Meanwhile, Arvit and Camilla stood together, observing intently.

　Camilla asked softly, "Yalvit, who do you think will win?"

　Arvit frowned slightly and said, "Dark has a better chance of winning."

　"That's not necessarily true." Lamira's lips curled slightly.

　Arvit immediately became more vigilant.

　……

　Seeing that both of them were already in a fighting stance, Claire suddenly shouted, "Stop when you've made your point! The match begins!"

　The sound still echoed for a moment.

　At that time.

　The two players on the field then moved as fast as lightning!

　Dark had never fought in his original form. However, he had a wealth of combat experience in other areas, which made up for his lack of experience and allowed him to remain completely calm in the face of battle.

　The Wrestling Eagleman is a magical spirit born for battle. It spreads its wings, and though it doesn't take flight, it suddenly accelerates, its right wing outstretched like a dragging blade, parting the air to both sides.

　And when the distance between the two sides narrows to a certain extent, the full text can be read for free.

　Dark stomped his foot suddenly, and a vortex of air instantly formed beneath his foot.

　Then the three chakras in his body began to spin rapidly, and the energy stored within them exploded instantly, flowing through his limbs and bones in a flash.

　With the amplification of this energy, his physical attributes were already extremely close to those of the Wrestling Hawkman!

　That's the kind of intoxicating power that will make someone who's "exploding" for the first time feel.

　But Dark had already experienced the armed evolution into "Luna," so it was impossible for him to be misled by power of this level.

　His mind was as clear as a mirror, and the longsword he was practicing with flew out at a mysterious angle.

　But then Hawkman suddenly lowered his head, and his already short stature of less than a meter instantly became even shorter.

　Its right wing, which had been gathering power for a long time, transformed into a slashing blade at that moment, mercilessly cutting towards Dark's ankle!

　Completely unprepared for the Hawkman's attack on Dark's lower body, Dark's footwork faltered for a moment.

　He spun to the side with all his might, trying to get around the Hawkman's attack.

　But in the blink of an eye, his left ankle was injured.

　A sharp pain suddenly struck, making Dark's face turn cold.

　But he gritted his teeth and slashed downwards with his sword, aiming for the back of the Hawkman.

　With this sword strike, the Hawkman had nowhere to dodge and stumbled downwards.

　But it simply lay down and rolled outwards, thus escaping Dark's attack range.

　Dark wanted to give chase, but the excruciating pain in his left foot made it impossible for him to move.

　"drink!"

　Despite the adversity, Dark's fighting spirit only increased.

　He immediately channeled more energy into his left foot, which eased the excruciating pain slightly, and then forced himself to move forward, thrusting at the Wrestling Hawkman once more.

　His sword swings were incredibly fast, even faster than during practice.

　However, the Hawkman's fighting spirit was extremely high; before he could regain his balance, he raised his left wing to block. Although he suffered a huge impact, he ultimately succeeded in blocking the attack.

　Its right wing did not stop at all, and once again attacked Dark's ankle.

　……

　"You taught me this?"

　Off the field, Arvit couldn't help but ask with suspicion.

　But Camilla, who had just been making outrageous remarks, blushed slightly: "How can you falsely accuse someone out of thin air? I didn't teach you to do that."

　Upon hearing this, Arvit shook her head: "This is the most suitable way to play, there's nothing shameful about it."

　Camilla: "I really didn't teach you that!"

　……

　Turn a height disadvantage into an advantage and attack the opponent's lower body unprepared.

　The Hawkman was only quick-witted in battle, and he knew that without the element of surprise, the second attack would not be able to hit Dark's ankle again.

　But all of this is just a cover for the real killer move.

　And sure enough.

　As expected, Dak immediately retreated.

　In doing so, his offensive was interrupted.

　Hawkman's eyes flashed, and he suddenly exerted force as he braced himself on the ground, his entire body charging upwards towards Dark's chin.

　If Dark continues to retreat or lean back at this point, it can press its advantage and launch a relentless attack, forcing Dark into a corner.

　To the point of desperation.

　But Dark did not do as he expected. He didn't even dodge. After retracting his longsword, he suddenly raised it high, held the hilt with both hands, and slashed down like thunder!

　This slash was swift and decisive.

　But when the sword struck, it was like hitting a tattered rag.

　However, the Hawkman used his two wings to shield his head in the emergency, barely managing to protect his vitals.

　But its body, which had risen into the air, was still struck and sank heavily to the ground.

　Having completely overcome his fear during the battle, Dark Demon coldly pointed his sword at its throat.

　The outcome is decided!

　……

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　[Give me the money, goodnight.]

Chapter 478 Darkdemon Suffers a Tragic Attack by Diana (5k)

　"hiss--"

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　"Does it hurt that much?"

　Diana, munching on a candy, watched Aurora apply a potion to Dark.

　Aurora looked up and said, "It's an orthopedic potion that can penetrate every inch of bone and heal even the smallest cracks, but it's a bit irritating."

　"Oh, oh, oh," Diana nodded repeatedly.

　Meanwhile, the defeated Hawkman stood to the side with his wings folded behind his back, looking apologetic.

　Even though it had been hit hard by Dak, all it could think about was its scumbag owner.

　Meanwhile, Arvit and Camilla crossed their arms and looked over with warm eyes.

　They were clearly satisfied with Dark and the Hawkman's performance.