Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure-Chapter 89: Clash with the Five Idiots(9)

Pff! Olivia found it incredibly funny to see a massive suit of armor with an equally massive backpack performing the moonwalk. She tried to hold it in but couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.

However, she wasn't the only one who found it amusing. Many spectators in the stands started smiling, and some even laughed openly. Angelica, sitting nearby, couldn't hold back a smile and covered her mouth with her palm, trying to maintain a serious expression. But when she noticed Olivia giggling, she playfully nudged her in the side and said:

"Don't make me laugh!"

Yet, the moment Olivia met Angelica's gaze, the last drop of self-control vanished. She threw her head back and burst into laughter, and her contagious joy instantly spread to Angelica. At first, she tried to resist, but soon she, too, was laughing uncontrollably. Their laughter was so infectious that soon the entire audience joined in. Some laughed openly, some chuckled quietly, and others were already wiping tears from their eyes.

But not everyone found the situation amusing. Watching this spectacle, Chris felt his rage boiling stronger with each passing second. He clenched his fists, his face twisting with fury. Seeing Leon, the source of all this laughter, was unbearable.

"Enough!" he roared like an enraged beast.

In the next moment, without a second thought, he charged at Leon once again in his massive armor, this time determined to end this circus once and for all.

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"How do you like this~?" Leon sang mockingly when he saw Chris furiously rushing toward him.

Chris swung his sword, intending to cleave Leon in one powerful strike, but Leon, still dancing, effortlessly dodged. Then, like a seasoned judo master, he used Chris's own momentum against him. In the blink of an eye, Chris lost his balance, flew through the air, and crashed into the ground with tremendous force, sending up a cloud of dust.

Leon took a few lazy steps back but had no intention of stopping. He continued to dance, moving as if he were walking in place.

"I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you~!" he sang, swaying his hips and winking at the audience.

Chris, gathering the last of his strength, struggled to his feet. His armor clattered from the impact, and cracks formed in some places. Seeing Leon still dancing in front of him, Chris let out a furious roar. This time, he wasn't going to give his opponent a chance to react—mustering all his speed, he lunged forward, aiming to tackle Leon to the ground.

But to his horror, history repeated itself: Leon dodged once again with ease. Chris, unable to stop in time, tumbled past him, nearly falling off the edge of the arena.

"What did I say? What did I say? I'm gonna get you~!" Leon continued his taunting tune, placing his hands on his hips and swaying rhythmically.

"...And now we whisk the eggs, fluffy and tasty!~" he even added a little dance move, as if performing at a concert.

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Chris, who had managed to get back on his feet, was no longer just angry—he was absolutely livid. The veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to burst, and his breathing turned ragged with fury.

"BAAAAAAARTFOOOOOORT!!! I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU!!!" he roared so loudly that even the spectators flinched.

Chris no longer held back—he unleashed a flurry of rapid, furious strikes at Leon. His sword cut through the air with a menacing whistle, each swing carrying enough force to cleave a man in two. But Leon simply smirked. He was ready to end the show.

As Chris brought down a powerful overhead slash, Leon blocked it... with a crowbar.

"...WHAT?!" Chris couldn't believe his eyes.

With his free hand, Leon delivered a devastating uppercut straight to Chris's jaw.

Chris saw nothing but Leon's fist rapidly closing in on his face. He tried to react... but it was too late.

BOOM!

The brutal impact sent Chris flying. His heavily armored body spun wildly through the air, flipping multiple times before crashing back down with incredible force, slamming into the concrete arena.

CRASH!

The sheer force of the impact sent a shockwave rippling through the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. The deafening sound of the collision made spectators instinctively cover their ears, and some even shut their eyes, afraid to see what was left of Chris's armor after such a blow.

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When the dust finally began to settle, all eyes were locked on the dense cloud of debris hanging over the battlefield. A tense silence fell over the arena, everyone holding their breath, eagerly waiting to see the state of the defeated fighter.

The referee, realizing the urgency of the situation, flew in closer, trying to make out anything through the lingering dust. The agonizing seconds stretched endlessly. And then, at last, the dust began to clear, revealing the scene to the eager audience.

Chris lay motionless. His massive armor was severely damaged, his helmet shattered, and his body clearly incapable of continuing the fight. The referee, after confirming his condition, made his decision.

He raised his hand high and announced loudly:

"Chris is unable to continue! The winner of the third match is Viscount Leon Bartfort!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd erupted with emotions. One part of the audience jumped to their feet, cheering and applauding loudly. Their shouts of excitement filled the air—it was an unexpected yet well-earned victory.

However, another, much larger group of spectators—Prince's loyal supporters—fell into an ominous silence. They sat frozen, realizing the gravity of their mistake. Only now did they understand that they had bet everything on the losing side. Disappointment, regret, and frustration were written all over their faces.

Some buried their faces in their hands, fully grasping the sheer magnitude of their losses. Others clenched their fists, unable to believe what had just happened. It wasn't just that they had lost all their money—many of them had taken out loans in their family's name, gambling away more than they could afford.