59: God-killing Technique

Slude agreed to Kevin's request to meet Fenrir, the Earth-Shaking Monster. However, she deemed it unwise to act on this immediately. Instead, she decided to take Kevin to Valhalla to meet Tyr, the God of War and Justice, a renowned figure among the Aesir.

When they arrived, Tyr was sparring with a warrior in Valhalla's grand hall. Kevin stopped Slude, who was about to step forward to greet Tyr, shaking his head slightly. They stood quietly to the side and watched.

Tyr, with his sharp golden eyes, wielded his sword with unparalleled grace and precision. Despite not using his divine powers, his skill was overwhelming. The warrior who faced him gave his best effort, but it was clear Tyr's mastery of combat was unmatched. His strikes were calculated, his movements precise, and his demeanor calm. It wasn't long before Tyr disarmed his opponent, ending the sparring session with a nod of approval.

After the defeated warrior bowed and left, Tyr turned his gaze toward Kevin and Slude.

"It was a beautiful shot," Kevin said, meeting Tyr's piercing golden eyes.

Tyr studied Kevin for a moment before smiling knowingly. "You must be Kevin, the Miracle Man of the Eileen Continent," he said, stepping closer.

"Yes," Kevin replied, bowing slightly. "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Tyr, God of War and Justice."

As the two exchanged introductions, Slude opened her mouth to explain their purpose, but Tyr interrupted by walking to a nearby weapon rack. He picked up a spear and tossed it toward Kevin. The weapon landed upright in front of him, its blade gleaming.

"Are you interested in a sparring match, Miracle Hero of the Irene Continent?" Tyr asked, his tone both curious and challenging.

Kevin looked at the spear, then back at Tyr, and smiled. "If that's what you want, Lord Tyr."

While Slude stood stunned by the sudden turn of events, Kevin bent down to pick up the spear. Gently patting Neil, who perched on his shoulder, Kevin whispered to her, and Neil flew to Slude.

Tyr grabbed another spear from the rack, and the two combatants faced each other. Tyr's gaze lingered on Kevin's wrist, where the faint red thread of his contract with Slude was visible.

"This contract..." Tyr began, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"It was forged by Lord Loki under the orders of the Great God Odin," Slude quickly interjected, stepping forward. "It ensures that Kevin's magic power will be replenished by me during his trials."

Tyr nodded, understanding the arrangement. "I see. Then let us begin," he said, his tone shifting to one of anticipation.

Kevin took a deep breath and began tracing runes in the air, imbuing himself with various magical enhancements. A faint golden light surrounded him, and the air seemed to hum with energy.

The warriors around Valhalla, initially indifferent to the duel, began to notice the unique aura emanating from Kevin. One by one, they paused their training to watch.

The match began with Kevin launching the first attack. His spear thrust forward with incredible speed and precision, forcing Tyr to react quickly.

At first, it seemed Tyr had the upper hand, easily parrying Kevin's strikes. But as the match progressed, the watching warriors noticed something remarkable—Kevin's movements were steadily becoming more fluid, more aggressive. His strikes gained momentum, and his defense was nearly impenetrable.

Minutes turned into an hour, and the battle intensified. Kevin's focus was unwavering, his attacks relentless. Tyr, though surprised by Kevin's level of skill, held his ground, adjusting his tactics to match the pace of the fight.

"Slude," a soft voice said from beside her. She turned to see two Valkyries, Ortlinde and Hildrede, her closest sisters. They stared at the battlefield, wide-eyed, as Kevin's spear clashed against Tyr's.

"Who is that?" Ortlinde asked, her gaze fixed on Kevin.

Before Slude could answer, Neil puffed up her chest and spoke proudly. "That's Kevin, the Miracle Man of the Irene Continent!" she declared. "In terms of skill and bravery, not even a god can surpass him!"

The two Valkyries exchanged stunned glances.

"Those techniques..." Hildrede whispered, narrowing her eyes. "Are they..."

"Yes," Neil interrupted, raising her beak confidently. "They're god-killing techniques, passed down to him by the Queen of Shadows herself! Kevin spent five years training under her, enduring life-and-death battles daily. He's earned every ounce of his strength!"

Hearing this, the Valkyries fell silent, their awe for Kevin growing with every second.

Back on the battlefield, Kevin was in his element. The sweat dripping down his face and the ache in his muscles only fueled his determination.

Tyr, though pressed, was far from being outmatched. He adjusted to Kevin's rhythm, launching counterattacks that forced Kevin to dig deeper into his arsenal of skills.

Kevin realized that the contract with Slude was giving him a considerable edge. Her vast reservoir of magic, thousands of times greater than his own, flowed into him, allowing him to sustain his techniques without hesitation. For the first time in years, Kevin felt truly unrestrained.

"This is amazing!" Kevin thought as he launched a rapid series of strikes, each one more precise than the last.

The watching warriors were captivated. They murmured amongst themselves, their admiration for Kevin growing with each display of his skill.

After another fierce exchange, Tyr stepped back slightly and raised his spear, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Not bad, Miracle Man," he said. "But let's see how you handle this!"

Tyr's spear moved with blinding speed, unleashing a flurry of strikes that pushed Kevin to his limits. Kevin gritted his teeth, his mind racing to find a way to counter.

"This is it," Kevin thought. "A true test of my training."

As the battle reached its peak, the warriors of Valhalla, the Valkyries, and even Neil held their breath.

Kevin's spear met Tyr's with a resounding clang, the force of the impact shaking the ground beneath them. Both combatants paused, their eyes locked, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still.

Then, with a burst of energy, they lunged at each other once more, their determination unwavering.

In that instant, Kevin realized something: this wasn't just a sparring match. It was a glimpse into what it truly meant to fight like a god.

And for Kevin, that was exactly the challenge he needed.

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