Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure-Chapter 88: Clash with the Five Idiots(8)

Upon witnessing Leon's victory, Olivia decided to share her thoughts with Angelica.

"I'm really glad Leon won, but... I think he went too far. I feel like he should apologize to Greg," she said, furrowing her brows slightly.

Angelica paused for a moment before responding.

"Yeah, Greg is probably going to be furious once he comes to his senses. I can't even imagine what he'll do after this... But if Leon apologizes, it'll probably just make him even angrier. So, I think it's best to leave things as they are."

Olivia simply sighed in response, then turned her gaze back to the arena—where the third match was about to begin.

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Leon vs. Chris

Leon's next opponent was Chris—the son of the Holy Sword. Since childhood, he had trained with a sword as relentlessly as Spartans trained with spears. He fought with a sword, ate with a sword, slept with a sword... Hell, his sword probably had a sword of its own!

But Leon had also been training since childhood—not just with a sword, but with a variety of weapons. On top of that, he had actual combat experience, giving him a massive advantage. Unlike Chris, who relied solely on his swordsmanship, Leon had a much broader arsenal of tactics.

Chris's biggest weakness was his lack of ranged attacks. If his opponent simply avoided close combat and kept attacking from a distance, he could be defeated easily. Leon could have done exactly that... but that would've been too easy.

Instead, he chose to fight Chris in close combat—to completely overwhelm him. Every strike would not only showcase the difference in skill but also shatter Chris's ideals. Leon wanted to prove that in a real battle, there was no such thing as knightly honor. War wasn't fair, and there were no rules—anything could happen.

And Chris needed to understand that.

When Chris stepped onto the field, standing before Leon with his sword at the ready, he declared with determination:

"Bartfort! I won't repeat the mistakes of those two! I'll give it my all from the very start! I won't let you use your dirty tricks! Pick up your sword and fight like a man!"

Leon merely smirked, lazily eyeing his opponent.

A funny thought flashed through his mind: Man, with those glasses, he seriously looks like Harry Potter... No, actually, a bootleg version of Harry Potter. But still.

Turning to Luxion, he casually said:

"Alright, give me the best weapon in the arsenal."

But then it hit him. Wait a sec! If I leave it to Luxion, he'll probably pull out a shovel! That'll just make me look ridiculous...

...But do I care?

Actually, no. That would piss Chris off even more.

Yeah, Leon was really starting to like this idea.

A devilish grin spread across his face.

"As you wish," Luxion replied in his cold, mechanical voice.

Something dropped from Arroganz's backpack, landing on the arena floor with a dull metallic thud.

A crowbar.

Silence fell over the crowd.

Everyone stared at Leon in utter confusion. Then, someone let out a nervous chuckle. Another followed.

And then—within seconds—the entire stadium exploded into roaring laughter.

"A CROWBAR?! This is what he used to take down pirates?! That's hilarious!"

"How much more is he going to humiliate himself?!"

The arena echoed with mocking shouts and jeers. But Leon?

Leon didn't care in the slightest.

He curiously examined the crowbar in his hands.

Hmm... Well, at least it's not a shovel. But even so—not bad. No... actually, it's pretty damn good. After all, there was once a certain scientist in glasses and a hazard suit who managed to wipe out aliens and save humanity with one of these...

Yeah. I think I can manage.

Taking a combat stance, he spun the crowbar in his grip.

On the other side, Chris was trembling with rage. His face was flushed with fury, and his fingers tightened around his sword's hilt.

"You think this is a joke?!" he roared. "I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!!!"

Chris drew his sword, ready to charge—but he held himself back, waiting for the judge's signal.

Leon, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by his opponent's anger.

He casually spun the crowbar, weighing it in his hand as if listening to the metal itself.

The judge glanced at both fighters, raised his hand, and solemnly announced:

"The third match begins!"

The moment the signal was given, Chris shot forward like a bullet, his mech accelerating at full speed. His engines roared, his sword gleamed with energy, and he aimed a direct strike at Leon's chest plate.

But Leon?

Leon didn't even seem to try.

With effortless precision, his mech—Arroganz—deflected the attack, redirecting Chris's sword with ease.

Then, without warning—

BANG!

Leon's armored foot slammed into Chris's torso.

Metal crashed against metal as Chris's body was sent flying.

Despite the durability of his mech, he was launched through the air like a ragdoll. He crashed down onto the ground with a heavy, echoing thud, leaving deep trenches in the arena floor.

Inside his cockpit, Chris's entire world shook. Alarms blared, sensors flickered, and his chest armor showed signs of deformation.

That kick... it was insane! I have to remember—his armor isn't just heavy, it's powerful and fast! If I want to win, I need to rely on my swordsmanship completely. I can't let him touch me!

He quickly scanned his mech's condition.

A noticeable dent had formed on his chest plate.

He... he dented my armor... with a single kick?!

His teeth clenched in frustration. But when he looked up...

What he saw nearly made his brain short-circuit.

Bartfort... was dancing?!

The screen displayed Arroganz moving in a way that could only be described as utterly bizarre.

Leon was dancing.

"Damn, what's wrong? You scared? I'm gonna wreck you~!" he taunted, singing mockingly as his massive mech swayed side to side.

And then—

Arroganz did the Moonwalk.