Warlock of War: My Ares System

Getting pushed around by his little brother… how shameful.

"So, you gonna let me through, or do you want me to force you out of here?" The boy asked, slowly walking towards Orme, who slowly shuffled back.

A single sword slowly whirled around the boy, and this sword seemed to be made of some of the highest quality metal out there.

I made sure nobody stepped in right now as if he wanted to be king, he had to show something worth working with.

I'm not gonna make a pussy a king amongst men.

As I stepped behind Orme, he was no longer able to back up, and the boy in front of him quickly sized him up, forcing Orme to tilt his head away.

Even as the boy's sword scraped his neck, he didn't do anything about it, greatly disappointing me and my friends, who just looked at Orme with pitiful eyes.

"How disappointing… I thought you would've gotten stronger after running away… but no, all you got were some weak comrades," The boy said before flicking Orme in the forehead and taking a step back.

The air within the room was heavy, but we weren't going to fall for his provocation and wanted to let Orme decide his fate.

"You know the rules. We'll have one-on-one, and if I win, I take your men, but if you win, you take my men. All is fair upon the watchful eyes of our ancestor," The boy smirked and grabbed his floating sword.

Orme immediately summoned a dull and gray metal sword which made all of us practically groan with annoyance, but we suppressed it and made sure nothing else crept out to interfere with this fight.

"You want to be king? Prove yourself," I muttered before pushing Orme forward and sending him stumbling into clashing range.

Orme took a quick glance back at us, who had cold eyes and knew that if he didn't impress us, we would leave even if he won through sacrificing a limb.

"I will be the referee of this match. May the guiding light of the blooming blade oversee this match and have it be fair upon both sides. May luck be equal," One of the boy's lackeys said as he stepped up and split the boys apart.

Both descendants took a similar deep stance before their ancestor, who I doubt even batted an eye at a quarrel amongst kids.

In fact, he might even be a bit disappointed, and if so, I wouldn't be shocked in the slightest as this was truly a cat fight.

Both of them were miserably weak and had insanely strong people behind them… and the clash between us had already begun.

If one of them stepped in, we were ready to slaughter the entire group, and if one of us stepped in, they were ready to slaughter the entire group.

"How amusing," Bella muttered with a light smile and handed me a few kernels of popcorn.

"Where'd you get this?"

"Stored a bag inside my storage ring. I knew something like this was going to happen, so I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest,"

I chuckled under my breath before taking the kernels and shifting my eyes back to the fight which just begun.

The opposing boy had already taken the upper hand, and even then, he was just toying around with Orme.

With his measly strength but decent speed, he was able to just barely keep himself alive, but when the boy took his strength up a notch, deflecting his attacks wasn't viable anymore.

The swings were too much, and his sword was already cracking, so he knew he had to do something.

I knew he had some skills up his sleeves that he should be using, but for some reason, he refuses to activate them… or so I thought.

Suddenly, Orme's sword glowed a dull purple, and with one swing, the boy's sword was blasted away, almost shattering into a thousand pieces.

"You… Where did you learn it?" The opposing boy asked before activating a similar skill, but the purple was much more refined and was almost an elegant lavender.

"Hooooh… He's good," I muttered while my eyes shifted to the ground.

The boy didn't hold back as he only swung for Orme's blade, attempting to crack it with all the might he could muster.

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It didn't even sound like a sword was hitting another sword, but a brass-knuckled fist was colliding with pure flesh.

The sound was almost nauseating to most of the people behind the opposing boy, but we were already used to the sight and sound via our efforts in war.

And then, as if the gods suddenly poured their favor in Orme, a splash of dirt infiltrated the boy's eyes, completely blinding him.

Orme, who had been slowly building up a pile of dirt behind him while going in circles to try and keep it alive, was trying to win with a dirty method.

Well, not that I didn't mind, as nothing was prohibited when it came to dirty fighting.

The opposing boy, on the other hand, made a smart move of slamming his sword against the ground below him, kicking up a large smoke screen of dust and dirt, but the boy was in too much pain to try and attack him in this screen.

Both of them were hindered, but just as it settled down and the opposing boy was able to fully open his eyes, Orme chucked another pile of dirt into the boy's eyes.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! STOP FIGHTING ME WITH SUCH DIRTY TRICKS!" The boy shouted while waving his sword around… but it was too late.

He swirled around him and stabbed straight at the boy's heart from the back of his body.

CLANG

"Hey… what happened to the no interference?"