Chapter 45 : The Guild Tournament (CLOSE COMBAT) 12.

As Alfred and Nero finished their greetings. Nero took the advantage of the old man's carelessness. Using the opportunity Nero throws a jab directly at Alfred. His golden brass knuckles shined more brightly, he stored his mana in them. Giving them a large boost of power. But as the brass knuckles came closer to the old man, he only stopped laughing. A malicious smile had formed on his face. Alfred was excited.

A large booming sound blows up from the arena. Cracks began to form on the floor of the arena. As the mist faded away, the audience saw the old man just standing, untouched and calm.

"A shield of some sort?" Nero questioned the situation he was in. His brass knuckles were stopped by some black mana wall that surrounded Alfred's body. He was interested in whether Alfred used an artifact or perhaps a hidden skill. Ever since he started playing this game, he only got excitement and joy out of it.

"Ah, you are quite a bad kid." Alfred said as he twisted his neck, he then smiled at Nero once again. Rubbing his chain, he continues to talk.

"You know what happens to misbehaved kids Nero?" Alfred asked confused Nero. Nero felt like he talked to his guilt-tripping parents whenever Alfred spoke. It pissed him off to the core of his edgy teenage personality.

"Well, It doesn't matter. You will find out eventually." Alfred looked at Nero, then Nero backed away from Alfred, but just as Nero had stepped away, Alfred was right behind him.

"What- how?" Nero asked, but before he could even communicate properly, Alfred slapped his face. Nero's body was pushed back at the edge of the arena by the supernatural strength of Alfred. Nero coughed blood, as his left cheek was bruised badly and some of his teeth fell out on the ground.

"Ah, you old bastard." Nero laughed as a magic circle formed on the palm of his hands. The circle had a simple-looking triangle that was centered in a circle.

"Ho...Magic at this age? I am impressed, kid." Alfred said, caressing his chin with his left hand. He noticed a white magic circle forming on his chest. Using his right hand he pointed at Nero.

"If I were you, I would not activate the magic circle on my chest." Alfred said to Nero with a wide smile.

"Don't tell me what to do you old bastard!" Nero yelled out in retaliation as he activated the black magic circle formed on Alfred's chest.

"You…young fool." Alfred replied to Nero. Before Nero even realized his chest was the one that had the circle on. It was far too late for him to deactivate it, the formation has been already completed. Another large booming sound was heard. The crowd once again saw the unbothered Alfred, not being touched even once. However, Nero on the other hand was bleeding out. A large hole was placed in his chest.

[User Leon Heart, your Mentor in Sorcery has advised you to copy the user Alfred's unique "Body Enforcement Magic" with your second job " Crismon Judge Sorcerer" and place it in the first stage of forming new magic.]

'What the? I was wondering what he used. But Body Enforcement magic to be on this level…. It only means it's extremely rare. This magic was not seen or explained in my past life. And a Mentor? Well, this could only benefit me.' Leo thought to himself as he opened the system widow and selected the icon of his second job "Crimson Judge Sorcerer".

Leo obviously did not know how to copy the magic Alfred used. But he guessed if he wished to have it, maybe it could happen. Luckily for him, it was just as he guessed. It seems that his second job works on his desires and wishes too.

[Job: Crimson Judge Sorcerer.

Rank : Legendary.

Description : Hidden by the Mentor.

Stage one : Loyd's Body Enforcement Magic First Form.

Stage two : Locked

Stage three : Locked.]

'It seems that this bastard of a Mentor chose to hide the most crucial information that would have helped me a lot. Unlike my first Job, I at least could access this one. The system said that I copied the first form, but I can not access it at all. Then perhaps it can create a new magic style based on the magic styles I copy. Everything is possible.' Leo smiled, looking at the battlefield. He was relieved that his guests are not talking as much as they used to. The fight had them memorized.

"Well, you don't look so well kid. Give up now and surrender." Alfred started to speak kindly to Nero, but Nero misunderstood it as a way of looking down on him and humiliating him to a large audience. This was the last trigger to his never-ending anger issues. Biting his lips in anger he was either going to go out in a draw or die trying.

"Fuck you." With anger in his eyes, he used his brass knuckles in a pattern that created blades on each of the three tips using his last bit of mana. With 6 blades he swung at speed the human naked eye could not see.

"Did he die?" One of the guild members in the audience questioned the situation that unfolded before their eyes. Which has caused everyone to look and whisper to each other. Until the mist caused by the battle faded away.

All they could witness was Alfred holding his separated left arm with his left hand. While laughing, he applauded the kid using the separated arm. At that moment everyone stared in disgust. Nero was trying his best to move out of the way of the creepy old man. But his body was unresponsive, because of his last move.

"You truly had me entertained youngster. But I must defeat you now." Alfred's cut left arm created magical tentacles that connected the severed arm back to its place.