The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 34

Chapter 34: The Fallen Knight

“Hahaha… How does it feel when your own skills and weapons are ineffective? I experienced that feeling just now…”

“…Have you looked in a mirror? Your appearance matches your unbearable nature.”

He stood up, not answering Fulde’s question, and readied his weapon. Fulde adjusted his helmet and swung his halberd forcefully.

Avoiding an attack that could sever his body with a mere touch, he leaped up and struck with his crescent axe, Baldish, at Fulde’s shoulder.

However, the powerful strike, which should have carried considerable weight, only dug into Fulde’s skin-like armor, not reaching the flesh beneath. He quickly released his grip and avoided the arm that reached out to grab him, then stood ready again.

“…Is it that helmet?”

“Huh?”

“Your body keeps changing, but your helmet remains the same. It’s probably the helmet that’s transforming your body, right?”

He voiced this speculation while preparing his broad-bladed spear, Partizan, and now, it depended on how the opponent would react.

“What’s that got to do with anything? You still can’t defeat me.”

“…How did you acquire it?”

“That… telling a dying person like you won’t make any difference――――――agh!!”

Fulde screamed as he swung his transforming axe violently with one arm. Each swing tore up the ground, shattered walls, and made the air scream.

(There’s no way to take a hit from that head-on. Plus, half-hearted attacks won’t do… In that case!)

He used wind and debris to create distance between them. Then, he imbued his broad-bladed spear with fire and wind, creating a spearhead engulfed in flames. He threw it at Fulde with all his might.

“Nuugh… Nuaaaah!!”

Fulde caught the accelerating broad-bladed spear with his axe, and after a brief struggle, he deflected it.

Closing the distance as Fulde was still in the position of having just deflected the spear, he wrapped his left hand in a gauntlet of wind and struck Fulde’s jaw, helmet and all, from below.

“Wind Echoing Break – Wind Wave Crush!”

He unleashed a full-power strike without holding back. It sent vibrations and impact into Fulde’s head, but just as he felt an odd sensation through the gauntlet, Fulde’s fist approached.

“Ugh… Gah!”

He squatted to avoid it, but a front kick sent him flying. He bounced off the ground and landed, then Fulde, with his neck audibly cracking, stared at him with malicious eyes.

“Too bad, that move is anticipated. See, I can recover from this level of injury in no time!”

Fulde’s shoulder wound and the burns from when he deflected the broad-bladed spear were quickly healing. Spitting out blood, Fulde glared at him with eyes full of malice.

“But how about you? The attack just now, it must have a significant recoil, right? Can your arm still function properly?”

…Indeed, “Wind Echoing Break – Wind Wave Crush” used the arm to generate vibrations and shock, and the subsequent “Wind Wave Crush” applied an enormous load in exchange for power.

His left hand was indeed in pain and twitching from the recoil, and he couldn’t seem to wield a long weapon with it.

“Hahaha! That’s right! There’s no way I can lose! That shameless brat isn’t more talented than me! It’s impossibleeee!!”

Fulde laughed maniacally as he advanced. His body continued to harden and transform into a more monstrous shape.

(Now, what should I do?)

Thinking about how to avoid dealing with the increased strength proportional to his body size, the armor-like skin, and most importantly, that regeneration ability, Fulde screamed again, as if he had lost all reason.

“I want to kill you! And Arseria! She’ll finally be mine this time――――――ghh!!”

It was the appearance of someone who had truly fallen into inhumanity…