God of Tricksters

Phyrill charged forward with both swords in his hands.

Even Clark needed to be careful of Phyrill's recklessness.

"Come." Phyrill smiled and arrived in front of him while lowering his guard as if inviting Clark to attack him.

After what Phyrill showed earlier, he obviously didn't dare and chose to go to the side, avoiding him once.

This was when Laust made his appearance and struck Clark from the side. "Raging Bull Strike."

"Aren't you relying on this one too much?" Clark narrowed his eyes and stopped the sword with his robotic arm.

Laust didn't answer him, but deep inside, he knew this skill was the most effective one against Clark. He used this skill to push Clark back to Phyrill's attack range.

Phyrill hurriedly used this chance to plunge both swords against Clark and pass him to give another one from behind.

The attack indeed hit Clark as there was a wound on his waist, bleeding continuously.

But Phyrill suddenly dropped to his knees before an ice spike appeared on his chest, blooming.

"Gah!"

Clark knew that Phyrill would surely trade his safety in order to defeat him, so he decided to play by his rule and gave Phyrill the chance to injure him while giving it back with a stronger one.

Phyrill never expected to get an injury from Clark and tried to get back to his feet while destroying the ice crystal with his lightning.

Phyrill charged at him again, but Clark chose another dirty move. He grasped Laust with both hands and spun his body, using him as a meat shield.

Even Phyrill halted his movement for a second.

Seeing Phyrill had lost his momentum, Clark threw Laust to the wall and followed right after him.

Bam.

Before Laust could come out of the wall, Clark already pinned him to the wall.

Clark sent a fist while thinking, 'This may probably be my last chance. My consciousness has started getting fuzzy because of the excessive blood loss and my previous injury.'

"Gah." Laust spat a mouthful of blood after getting struck by Clark's fist right on his chest.

With his left hand pinning Laust to the wall, Clark quickly sent another punch to knock him unconscious.

However, this was when Diego stopped the second strike by letting Clark hit his barrier, signaling the end of Laust. If he truly let it hit, Laust might suffer a few broken bones that couldn't be fixed within days.

"Laust is out."

Hearing that announcement, Clark felt a bit relieved before he instinctively walked to the front.

Phyrill appeared behind him and struck him with his blade. If it weren't for his one step, that attack would have been fatal.

Even Diego already raised his hand, preparing to summon another barrier to end the match.

However, Clark simply ignored that pain and turned around, banging his robotic arm right at Phyrill's face.

Phyrill used both his hands to stop it, but Clark's strength overpowered him. No, it was Phyrill who got weaker due to his blood loss.

Clark grabbed his head and slammed it to the wall.

"Oh sh*t!" Phyrill used all his Magic Power to strengthen his inside.

Unfortunately for him, Clark showed no mercy. He banged him to the wall a couple of times until Diego stopped him.

"Phyrill is out."

Hearing that voice, Clark finally stopped and turned around as if he wanted to help the other two.

But with numerous wounds on his body and blood flowing out of his wound continuously, Clark suddenly fell unconscious and collapsed to the ground. In fact, he had been moving by his sheer willpower alone for a whole minute.

Checking his condition, Diego quickly called the medical team and brought the trio to the side.

Alea, on the other hand, faced another difficulty after knowing her friends were already out. In fact, she needed to applaud Clark for defeating both of them in that state.

"Your teammates and Clark have gone. This way, you won't be able to utilize Clark again." Zara smiled.

"You should check your condition first." Alea shook her head as she managed to gradually suppress them after understanding their swordsmanship with the help of her eyes. Looking at their expression to read their move indeed proved to be beneficial.

If there were another five to ten minutes, Alea had the feeling she could defeat them. Unfortunately, there was no "if".

"Zara, it's still hard for us to defeat her." Scarlet shook her head helplessly. "I think it's better to leave everything to Nella for the final."

"You are not thinking…"

"That's what Laura and I need to do for this team. It's not like we can compete for the victory anymore because of Clark's injury." Scarlet smiled in understanding. "Don't stop me, okay?"

"Inch Slash!" Alea hurriedly sent another strike because she felt Scarlet wanted to start something ridiculous.

"Chaos Disruption." Zara quickly protected Scarlet as if telling her she wouldn't stop her anymore.

Scarlet nodded with a serious expression before changing her hand.

With the sword in her right hand, she slightly cut her left palm as the sword was covered with blood.

She then wielded the sword with her left hand again before the blood started emitting dark red energy. "Blood Sacrifice."

"Huh?" Alea widened her eyes as she felt an ominous feeling from that sword.

Scarlet raised her sword and Zara leaped to the side as if she wanted to avoid something.

The moment Scarlet waved her sword down, a huge wave of dark red energy ran through the ground, heading straight to Alea.

The height alone reached twenty feet.

"Melting Sword." Even so, Alea still struck it with all her power, albeit getting pushed back at least thirty feet from her original position before she could cut it down. She realized Scarlet seemed to be doing the same thing as Laura when she defeated Ellen.

With the energy disappearing into thin air, a huge sword mark was revealed.

Scarlet took a deep breath and looked at Alea. "I may have no blessing, but you shouldn't underestimate the power of desperate people."

Alea gritted her teeth, knowing she fell into a deep disadvantage. Still, she remained strong and raised her sword with a serious expression.

'No matter what, I will carry this team to the final. I am Alea Eilric, the team leader. This is not over yet!' She thought and ran forward.