The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

"Boom!"

"What!" X2

The two Dragonoir members who were talking recently, couldn't help but stand up from their seats and scream.

Their eyes wide as they saw how easily Henry's punch did a good impact.

"You got to be jesting… how did he do that?" One of them asked while thinking how it happened.

"Not only did that guy stop Roaring Style's Rush but he even stopped Returnal too! How?!" The guys mouth hang open as he muttered, "His speed… has to be the same as Peter's speed for him to get the upper hand."

"No, he was faster."

They both looked and their already widened eyes became sharp. The one who spoke was none other than Peter's father, Percival.

"I- Is that so?"

Percival gave a slow nod as his eagle like eyes looked at his son, "His speed and control is better than Peter's. At the previous bout, he could have used his sword to slash at Peter but didn't."

"So he held back… that's good."

Percival didn't say anything but if you could read his face, you'd know it wasn't good.

'He has both the strength and speed… will Peter be able to kill him?' Percival thought for a moment before the worry went away.

…

Back at the stadium, I stood while watching Peter break himself out of his bodily shaped crater.

He would have gotten a nasty damage if he didn't wear his armor. It spared him from many damage and only gave some cracks.

Peter looked at me, his eyes weak and disheveled. He used his killing moves at me that had killed many, yet he was the one who felt the pain.

Peter took the backward blade stance again as he muttered a few words.

"Roaring Dragon Arts – Double Coat!"

With breathtaking speed, I saw two Peter's running straight at me. Their swords aimed at me as one went for left and the other, right.

'He still wants to fight me head on?' I think curiously before realizing what he was really going for, 'So now you're serious.'

The attacks from Peter's came at the same time, the left one down at my stomach and the right going for my neck.

Two attacks, Substantial Damage!

Instead of dodging, I swing my large sword in a 360° radius, slashing at both Peter's. They tried to block it, but my sword went through them as they somehow cut apart like paper.

"Hah!"

"Is he dead?"

"Did Peter Dragonoir just die?" People murmured as they saw Peter getting shredded apart but also found it strange how his body just disappeared in thin air.

'He's not dead.' My gaze spots the crater where the real Peter was waiting, finger aimed at me.

"Die, you freak!" Peter commander with his ring.

White crystal like quartz spew right up from the ground, a pincer shaped mineral blade going straight for my stomach… and hit.

The Quartz hit me and with its growth still going, pushed me back.

"YES!" Peter said in glee but that only lasted for a second.

Because he saw that his quartz may have hit me, but it didn't penetrate me. It only gave me a solid punch in the stomach.

"Okay, Peter, you finally did something there." I laugh while spitting at the ground.

"…How?" Peter asked, bewildered, "How did m-"

"How did your attack not penetrated right out of my stomach, killing me?" I say to him with a large smile, "You're not the only guy who's rich enough to have good armor."

I knock on my chest, getting some 'ting' sounds, "I have High Quality Anti-Manic armor as well."

Peter frowned hearing that.

There was one thing that was both a lifesaving grave and annoyance to sigmat users, it was something called Anti-Manic.

The material itself was the only sure protection against sigmat attacks. It was the same damn thing that also protected your enemy from sure death.

The better the material the better the protection.

That's why Peter's father gave him one of their treasured battle armor made of high class Anti-Manic material. It was also the thing that had protected him from Henry's punch… without it, he would have been in a very bad situation now.

To think his enemy would have also had the high quality armor… that was very bad for him.

In accordance with that guy's already great physique, he even wore armor same as him. Killing him wouldn't take less of a miracle.

"I don't know where you got that armor from, but it will not save you from your fate today." Peter said and shot sharp crystals towards me.

I swiftly cover my head as a few of them jab into my forearm.

Peter's eyes shine at that, a weakness.

But his opportunity closed hastily as I ran towards him.

'No, I can't let him get close!' Peter slammed his hands down hard as a large wall made of quartz stood in front of him, "With this, I'll be safe from his punche-"

"Bang!"

Peter smiled as I punched at his quartz wall, "That wo-"

"Crack!"

To Peter's surprise, He heard a crack and saw some of them on the surface.

"Bang!"

"CRACK!"

This time it was bigger, the cracks quickly spreading like tree branches and before the third punch could come, Peter ran for it.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The wall broke down like a water damn and multiple parts of it fell down where Peter previously stood.

I look and smile at Peter who was now in the air, sustained by quartz made wings, "What happened Peter? Why are you jumping around, avoiding me like a plague?"

…

Above on the spectator's platform, Margaret had a large smile as she saw the wall break down.

"He broke it apart like nothing, hah!" She laughed, "Nothing can stop Henry's punch… I know it firsthand."

"You do?" A concerned and gentle voice spoke next to her. Veronica who sat together with Margaret asked, "Did you guys had a fight?"

"Yes… but not like that." Margaret shook her head, "I wanted to test his strength and so we fought… in the end, I was hospitalized for three days. But it was all in good sport, Henry didn't mean to hit that hard."

"Oh!" Veronica smiled, she understood Margaret's personality was that of a hotheaded man.

"To think I was worried for nothing."

"Don't take it so easy." Veronica's calmly said, "It may look like Peter's at a disadvantage… but from what I have heard of the rumors, he still has a few things to show."

Margaret didn't say anything in return. She believed in Veronica's words as she clearly had seen much more than her in some terms. Her eyes went back to the stage, hoping for Henry's victory.

…

"Aren't you supposed to kill me?" I ask with a cute tilt.

Peter's face clouded as he raised his right hand.

Above his palm a small quartz ring formed.

It looked almost insignificant until it suddenly grew big, stopping at 20 meters. Then crystals started growing under the ring all around it before they took shape of swords.

And in a few seconds, a lot of quartz sword started dangling under the ring as Peter stood at the middle of it, looking down with a dark look.

"Quartz Special – Ring of Siegfried"