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The explosive sound erupted, and for those who were far they didn\'t know what happened, except they expected it… wrongly!

"Im… Impossible!"

Ronald\'s shaky voice came from the already smashed lips and teeth while flying back in the air, while Arthur was ascending from the ground in front of him with his fist raised in the air.

Arthur… the one who took all this was completely fine! He waited and lied, playing dead down there, waiting for the chance to start his counter.

And his counter just started!

He didn\'t bother to say a word, as he turned on himself, arching his body while resting with his both hands on the ground while his leg directed a powerful blow, another blow to Ronald\'s jaw, sending him flying in the air.

And this wasn\'t yet over, as Arthur bent his elbows before jamming him in the air. The next moment a sword appeared out of thin air. It was the same sword he once gained from the Nystic clan. The same sword that got the fortune to evolve above the pillar for all this time.

And now it was the time to get it out and use it.

Arthur was midair, with his bent body and bloody sword raised in the air. The eyes of Ronald widened, not from fear but from shock.

"Boom!"

The hit Ronald took was so strong that sent his body flying on the ground, rolling over for a few times before stopping. He tried to stand on his hands, yet one of them was now lying a few meters away from him, separated from his body!

"Ah!" he screamed, not from pain yet from frustration. He paid such a hefty price to kill Arthur, using the most lethal curse ever used against a dragonair, with no record so far of a failure!

Yet it failed him at the most needed moment, and that dragonair kid was standing in front of him with this smug smile over his face.

"I will kill you, I won\'t rest until I kill you!" Ronald bellowed out, promising from the depth of his soul, not realizing what Arthur had planned for him.

As Ronald was busy cursing and threatening, while his severed hand was now splashing the ground with his own blood while the other took out the earlier staff out, Arthur didn\'t stand there doing nothing.

He moved, circling around Ronald, with his sword lowered. He was like a predator, just waiting for the right moment to jump over his prey and finish it.

Yet Ronald was vigilant, keeping his eyes all the time over Arthur while delaying healing himself. He knew Arthur was waiting for him to do that so he could aim for another shot.

Despite being at such a low realm, the rejection he received from the world\'s will joint with the tremendous effort he had done by using the curse made him quite vulnerable.

He didn\'t know that the sword in Arthur\'s hand wasn\'t just a mere sword; it was an evolved one now. Its sharpness and blood lust were something beyond the level of many weapons here, and even in the world Arthur came from.

"Don\'t test your luck, I can already foresee your death!" Ronald smirked, trying to use mockery and instigate the fiery blood inside any youth.

Just Arthur wasn\'t any youth, he had a soul of an old cunning man inside him. He kept circling Ronald, whose blood kept dripping and draining his strength.

A whole minute passed, and Ronald knew he couldn\'t sustain a couple more like this. He had to seal the wound. He cursed his own recklessness and bad luck, as he totally depended on the curse to do its magic.

And now he was so weak that even stopping the bleeding by using his own strength wasn\'t accessible to him. He was trapped, and the only way out was to kill this stubborn brat moving around him in a circle with such a disregarded look.

Slowly he moved his other hand to direct the thick tip of the staff towards his bleeding hand, while his eyes fixed on Arthur. He waited, just like Arthur, for a moment of distraction.

"Just a tiny moment, give it to me bastard!" Ronald inwardly cursed while praying for the shift of his luck.

And then Arthur just did the unexpected, as he moved a couple of steps towards him while looking for a second away.

"That\'s it!" Ronald inwardly shouted, celebrating his long awaited moment. The next second he made his staff touch his bleeding arm with the glowing tip of it, while enduring the pain for a single moment.

And prayed, prayed that Arthur would be momentarily distracted and delayed to react. He desperately wanted this slight window of chance to succeed, and then everything would go entirely according to his plan.

"What the hell is that?!!!" The moment he opened his eyes, he was welcomed with a very bizarre scene that he never expected.

In front of him, Arthur was standing motionless while the distance between the two was filled with strange looking ores. All had writings, some with a language he understood and others he didn\'t.

"What the hell…?!!!" he was still shocked and startled that even the pain he was feeling faded away.

"Slave contract… Activate!"

The sound of Arthur came like a thunderbolt falling upon Ronald\'s head. Ronald\'s body shook, this time not from the curse or the overuse of his energy but from the mere effect of Arthur\'s words.

The next moment he glanced at the area, where Arthur was moving at minutes ago. "Son of a b*tch!!!" he loudly cursed, as the area was now covered entirely with a circle made of his own blood. He glanced at the ores to find them all the writings on them were using his own blood.

Even the ground he was standing upon was soaked completely with his blood. Everything was set for such a slave contract to be started, and he fell like a fool in this small youth\'s foul play!