The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 18 - :I Am A Veydrin

Baret's expression shifted into a scowl, and his anger boiled over. "You talk too much. Just because you managed to take down a few novices and managed to deflect my strike doesn't mean you can beat me!" He unsheathed his sword with a roar.

Kael wasn't impressed. "Yeah, whatever."

Baret's muscles tensed, and he lunged forward, slashing with all his strength. The clang of metal hitting metal rang out as Kael barely dodged the first strike. The force of Baret's blow sent Kael stumbling back a few steps, but he recovered quickly, his eyes burning with cold fury.

The pain from the strike jolted through his arm, but he wasn't going to back down. "Damn!Did that bastard use mana just now?"

"Fucking Cheater.."

His hands trembled, but Kael pushed through. He wasn't going to let this knight win.

Baret came at him again, swinging his sword relentlessly. Kael blocked the incoming attacks, the sound of clashing steel ringing out around them. But with each blow, Kael's body was pushed back further.

"This is all you've got?" Kael mocked, a twisted grin spreading across his face. He could feel the pressure of Baret's attacks, but he relished the challenge. "Come on, give me more!"

Baret cursed inwardly. "Fuck!" He was starting to lose his patience. "You're nothing but trash! Get ready to see what a real knight can do!"

With a roar, Baret locked his mana, concentrating all his energy into one final strike. His sword began to hum with power as he charged, aiming for Kael's neck.

Kael's expression darkened, and he prepared for the inevitable. "Come on then, show me what you've got." His voice was laced with a psychotic edge, mocking and confident.

The sword came down fast, a blinding streak of metal aimed to end the fight. But just as it was about to hit, Kael's back sword met it with a loud clang.

Baret's sword faltered, grinding against Kael's sword as Kael pushed back with brutal force. "What's wrong? Did you forget how to swing a sword?" Kael taunted, his voice dripping with malicious delight.

Baret's face contorted with fury. "No! This can't be happening!" He growled, trying to pull his sword free, but it was stuck.

"Did I tell you you're easy?" Kael's voice was almost playful, a psychotic gleam in his eyes. With a twisted smile, he pushed Baret back, the knight stumbling as his sword was knocked aside.

Baret stumbled, cursing under his breath. His entire body screamed in frustration. He couldn't believe he was losing to someone he considered a weakling.

"You should've stayed in your lane," Kael laughed maniacally. "Now, get ready to meet your maker!"

Baret's eyes burned with rage. He wasn't done yet. He'd fight until the very end, no matter what Kae

"This is just the beginning. It's going to be a deathmatch rather than a duel." The terror was beginning to seep into his bones. He had thought he had the upper hand, but now, facing Kael's relentless assault, the fear of the unknown had begun to unravel him.

Kael's movements were unpredictable, almost wild in their nature, yet there was a calculated precision beneath them. Baret blocked another heavy blow, but the sheer force behind Kael's strike forced him back several paces. The sound of metal grinding against metal rang in his ears as Kael's sword seemed to never tire, always coming forward, always relentless.

"Damn it!" Baret cursed under his breath, trying to regain his composure. His wound on his forearm stung, a constant reminder of how close he was to losing control. But he couldn't afford to hesitate. Not now. Not with the eyes of the crowd on him.

He gritted his teeth and retaliated, swinging his sword with all his might, aiming for Kael's side. But just as his blade was about to make contact, Kael shifted with an almost uncanny ease, dodging the strike and immediately countering with a fierce slash aimed at Baret's head.

Baret barely managed to raise his sword in time to block, but the force of the blow knocked him back, and he stumbled, barely keeping his footing. His heart pounded harder in his chest. Kael wasn't just fighting him—he was toying with him.

"Is this really all you've got, Baret?" Kael taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "I thought you were a knight. Aren't you supposed to be better than this?"

Baret's face flushed with rage, but he couldn't deny the truth in Kael's words. The gap between their skills was widening, and Kael's unpredictability was playing with his mind. He needed to find a way to turn this around, or it would be over.

He tried to steady his breath, to focus, but Kael wasn't giving him a moment of peace. Another wild dash from Kael came at him, and Baret instinctively swung his sword again, trying to intercept the attack. But Kael's blade met his with a resounding crash, and for the briefest of moments, their swords locked.

It was then that Baret saw it—Kael's eyes. Cold, unwavering, and completely confident. It was a look that unsettled him, that made his stomach churn.

"Your moves are sloppy," Kael said, his grin widening. "You're too slow. Too predictable."

With a sudden shift in pressure, Kael pushed Baret back again, and before Baret could regain his balance, Kael was already on him, striking with precise, brutal strikes. Blood splattered as Kael's sword drew a line across Baret's chest, and the knight's armor buckled under the sheer force of the blow.

Baret gasped for breath, his vision beginning to blur from the pain. This wasn't just a duel—it was a massacre, and he was losing.

"Stay calm...stay calm," Baret whispered to himself, but his hands were shaking. His mind was clouded with panic, and his body was failing him. Kael wasn't just an opponent. He was a monster.

"Time to end this," Kael murmured, his sword hovering in the air for a split second before he lunged with inhuman speed. Baret barely had time to react before the tip of Kael's sword was upon him.

In a desperate move, Baret raised his sword to block once more, but his body was too slow, too worn out. Kael's blade cleaved through the air, and Baret felt a searing pain as the sword sliced through his defenses cutting through his arm.

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A scream of agony escaped Baret's lips as his sword arm was slashed.

The crowd gasped as Baret fell to his knees, unable to continue.

"Sorry doggie, daddy is back to reclaim his glory," Kael chuckled, pulling back his sword only to slam it on Baret's forehead knocking him down onto the ground and shouting.

"Don't forget that I am a Veydrin and this sick of a fucker standing before you need some fucking respect."