Arena Fifty-Four: Lost Cause XI

"... Move, dammit!"

I cursed myself as I barely escaped one of the slashes sent out by Alfred.

He still hadn't moved from his initial place and was just waving his sword at me. These slashes were made out of the air, created by his high-speed movement.

And that crushing pressure was still there. Thanks to that, my own movement had gotten slower.

[Death's Judgement]

I yelled the name of the skill and the death god brought down the scythe soon after.

But unlike my second try, the scythe couldn't damage the first emperor. As soon as the golden blade reached him, a shimmering barrier appeared before him and deflected the attack.

The robed reaper vanished after the initial failed attack. [Death's Judgement] was a one-hit skill so that was how it was supposed to be.

"Your skill wouldn't work on me anymore... Why don't you just give up, Arnold?"

Alfred asked with a smile as I rolled away from another air-slash.