Settling The Duel With The Former Baron

The Spirited Toxic Ball finally catapulted and fell, evaporating every cloud that it passed through like an asteroid scorching the sky. Viscable rocketed more particles by booting the air below to jounce him further and repeatedly shaking his left hand. He transfused the overflow of magenta particles within the course of his veins.

Hence, a magenta triangular projection seethed the entire lower part of The Ace Duelist's left arm, pausing his flight from hovering further. He darted his sight at the descending ball that hundred times bigger than him, feeling he was like a tiny ant. The enormous size difference didn't flinch Viscable.

"Ace Eradicator Shield, reduce this venomous ball into complete ashes!!!" Viscable commanded loudly, shoving his shielded hand upward and finishing his sentence with a deep blaring shout, "Pulverizing Press!!"

The triangular shield amplified its size until it became the same as The Spirited Toxic Ball, flexibly widening itself. The Ace Duelist even dove a consecutive kick into the air below, aiding him to glide closer to the giant ball that triggered the backpack to bestrew a huge mass of particles.

The extension of the triangular shield entrapped The Spirited Toxic Ball, especially with its sealing the scape access behind it. Then, the extended shield rapidly tried to compress the ball. Viscable unbendingly screamed in excruciating pain, feeling his hands were punctured by several needles.

However, the continuous pain couldn't falter his prideful spirit The Ace Duelist leaped to a higher sky level, unleashing the ocean wave of particles as his trail. He loudened his scream further fleeing to the sky, passing the stratosphere, and swiftly carrying the spirited ball that was still being contained by the shield

'Neat result. Even though the shield couldn't compress this giant ball of destruction,' The Ace Duelist complimented within his thought, booting the passing wind beneath his feet. 

'It intrigued me to test my next weapon.' The Ace Duelist added, tremblingly lifted his shielded hand. 

Under the pink mask's helmet, Viscable heatedly grinned and whispered, "Ace Knighted Sword."

"A perfect time to test its potential,' The Ace Duelist uttered.

The Ace Duelist overturned his opened palm, evoking the magenta steam below the chosen shard that fled away from the backpack. The glassy shard was magnetically pulled by the strings coming out from Viscable's palm, propelling the shard downward. The strings diffused until nothing of its presence was left. 

Grasping the momentum on the shard, The Ace Duelist fluently hurled the giant ball and crumbled the shield into a thousand scattering pieces. Viscable paused his rocketing backpack, floating near the mesosphere level. Despite the shielded hand becoming numb, The Ace Duelist chose to ignore it by funneling the arising particles into the tip of the glassy shard.

"Transcend from the darkest depth of the abyss," Viscable chanted and howled. "Join my fight, Ace Knighted Sword!!!"

He relentlessly drew his glassy shard that shattered its tip, breaking the seal of the scintillating twin magenta twisters. The twisters mashed together, polymerizing their remains into a flooding storm. The storm quickly departed as the magenta particles forming into a humanoid projection strikingly leaped out.

As the humanoid projection kneeled, a triangular surface armor emerged and it opened its palm. A lengthy prism-blade sword with a blasting particle surface was summoned into the knight's hand, centering his glance toward the spirited ball that almost dropped to it and The Ace Duelist Master.

Viscable trumpeted the trumpeting laughter and chanted, "Crumble this destructive attack until no remains left, Ace Knighted Sword!"

"Encroaching Dive Impalement!!!" The Ace Duelist shouted, driving the glassy sword further and ordering The Knight Projection to hurtle into the ball.

The projection effortlessly intruded through the inside of the spirited ball as its solidified particles shielded any toxic surface that could fragment it. Nevertheless, the Knight Projection dug the sword into the lowest part of the ball, stimulating the branching magenta storm. More precisely, the storm instantaneously corrupted the gigantic ball that switched its color to magenta and ruptured it in faster than the blink of an eye, unfolding the living projection kneeling to confirm the endpoint of Spirited Toxic Ball.

The vanishment of the giant ball sent a frigid shock to every Uprising Venom soldier inside The Venomous Carriage after gazing at the levitating screen in the center, displaying the zoom-in recording of Viscable's current spot. The only crew who persistently maintained a cool composure was none other than Azka-Lal as she thrummed in gratification.

"You're even more dangerous than yesterday, new armored man," Azka-Lal uttered, shakily chortling. "I'm sure this is not your full potential."

"What should….we do Azka-Lal?" The Female Uprising Soldiers asked, unsealing a distraught jaw.

"I have a great plan for this," Azka-Lal uttered, giggling and switching her sight to her subordinate.

"Tell the others to retreat from our current position," Azka-Lal commanded firmly. "We ending this invasion."

"Are you going to handle that monster by yourself?" The Female Soldiers asked with a concerned tone.

Azka-Lal sheepishly laughed and remarked, "Precisely correct, smart soldier. There is a high chance he confronted us directly." 

"Besides, no need to be worried. Everything is under control as long as there is me in it," Azka-Lal assured.

The old woman engulfed herself with the encircling azure wave on her lower part, fixating her gaze on the screen displaying The Ace Duelist hovering closer to the ship's direction. Whirling flares ignited within her sight the longer she centered her sight, preparing to settle the matters with the new challenger. 

Eventually, Azka-Lal cast out the whirling white portal that instantly sunk her deeper, vanishing her presence from the soldier's eyes. The Female Soldiers lined up her feet and placed her salute hand on the forehand, deciding to run into the monitor projection on her right.

Meanwhile, Other superheroes such as Mina Rodax, blew out the dumbfounded air especially with her recently witnessing the decimation of the giant ball. She cautiously put her trembling finger on the right side of her forehead.

"The new armored man has neutralized the Toxic Spirited Ball," Mina Rodax reported telepathically, capturing a glimpse of The Ace Duelist reaching the near distance of the giant ship.

"It seems he tried to handle The Urpsing Venom alone," Mina Rodax added, gliding closer into his direction.

"Keep an eye on him, Mina Rodax," The affirmed voice of Daigrun VII echoed into her mind.

"Noted. Even though he is Layfree and Prila's friend, being cautious is still prominent," Mina Rodax remarked. "Moreover, my telepathy couldn't even sense him. It was felt like he placed a strong mental blocker."

The Ace Duelist who continued to slowly hover suddenly halted his movement due to the whirling portal spawned in front of him. He thrust his leg to the back, leaving him to slightly dash backward and dart his stare toward the portal that spawned a levitating figure from the depth.

A visible appearance of Azka-Lal arose in The Ace Duelist's sight, thrusting his glassy shard down. Then, Viscable fixated his glare on The Old Woman's presence before taking notice at The Venomous Carriage massively ensued the glowing emerald sparkles covering its entire body.

"No matter how mysterious you are, I will not yield," A soft voice came into The Ace Duelist to greet Azka-Lal who groaned.

She shook her head and uttered, "Stop your pitiful acting. I knew you were not that type of Young Hero."

"Quite an observant, you are, old woman," The Ace Duelist praised, heaving his hand and exposing the black watch on his right wrist. 

Viscable chuckled, "Are you the Uprising Venom baron?"

"A former one to be more precise," Azka-Lal replied relaxedly. 

"Right now, I'm more like a normal soldier who loves to fight and execute young heroes like you," Azka-Lal admitted.

"Seems you are more fascinating than the last criminal I faced," The Ace Duelist admitted, observing his sight at the ship that showed its physical presence fading. "And it seems you buying time for your comrade to escape?"

Azka-Lal raised her pith as she laughed and replied, "Clever guess, you arrogant young man."

"So let us begin our deathly showdown," The Ace Duelist persuaded his foe.

"A hero eager to kill?" Azka-Lal uttered with a little bit of disbelief and proposed a question. "Are you some kind of a rogue disguising yourself as a hero or secretly villain?"

"Not directly killing you," Viscable affirmed, elevating the black watch and placing his finger the portal icon. "Instead, we are going to settle our matters in my pocket dimension."

"A pocket dimension that shall be named, The Parallel Freedom!!" The Ace Duelist shouted eagerly.

Azka-Lal cringed, "Quit your blabbering," 

"And what shall I call you?' Azka-Lal added.

The Ace Duelist sternly raised his stare and uttered, "Call me Viscable, Hooded old woman."

"Let the deathly showdown between myself and you, begin!!" The Ace Duelist declared with a chilling tone, pressing the button on the portal icon.

A gale of gray particles marched from The Ace Duelist's watch, binding himself and the hooded opponent who placidly bowed her head. Viscable rested both his arms, glossing over at the view below him that displayed the floating grey door opening the gate into his pocket dimension. 

At the same time, The Venomous Carriage finally blinded from the naked eye, confirming The Uprising Venom had retreated their raid. Viscable who received the glimpse of the ship's disappearance, opened his baleful smile. Then, The Ace Duelist repositioned his sight to the door that dragged him and Azka-lal into its depth. Mina Rodax was dumbfounded by the current view she captured, shivering her arms.

"Should I engage this?," Mina Rodax asked cautiously, "I saw not only The Uprising Venom's ship disappear, but the armored man and Azka-Lal were dragged into some kind of dimension,"

"Let him be," Prila entered the telepathic conversation with a perplexed suggestion. "I can assume that only two people can enter the pocket dimension"

"But he faced, Azka-Lal alone! Mina Rodax raised her voice in bitter concern. "I understood he is an arrogant person and full of himself based on the stories you told me, but this is a high-risk move."

"I'm afraid that he will get himself killed by Azka-Lal," Mina Rodax added. "It took three of us to defeat her even though its three years ago."

"Relax babe. Everything will be fine with him…I guess," VWX answered with a little bit of hesitation. 

"He already took ten years to perfecting himself in Superhero matters, it should be alright," VWX assured.

"The suggestion from Prila and VWX is right. Let Gdark have his duel with Azka-Lal and see whether he can defeat her alone," Daigrun VII asserted and insisted. "Let him learn his own lesson if got defeated and ran away from the dimension."

"The only thing you can do is keep an eye on the next spawn of the portal when he already existed in the battle." Daigrun VII added.

Mina Rodax grunted telepathically and bowed her head in submission, "Under…understood, Daigrun VII."

"Prila, VWX, I hope your assumption is right about him," Mina Rodax blurted out a reminder. 

Nevertheless, Mina Rodax decided to watch The Ace Duelist and The Old Woman completely drowned into the door. As the two of them were confirmed to engage in their duel in the pocket dimension, the portal door vanished into thin air, leaving no visible remains. The only Mina Rodax could initiate was anticipate the incoming arrival of the winner from the battle, rotating her uneasy neck to the left.

Mina Rodax gulped, Unlike Layfree, I felt there is something unsettling with you, Gdark. 

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A dimension consisting of the shimmering cerulean sky and the smoky grey ground was now became the duel battleground between The Ace Duelist and The Old Woman as they arrived on the center. More specifically, the circular white area with four towering white pillars that showed the racing white lines.

Azka-Lal charmingly sharpened her glance toward The Ace Duelist who hopped to the back, locking the glassy shard. A rigid grunt was let out from Viscable with him consistently holding the shard that emitted the wild strings of particles on the tip, provoking The Old Woman to take a long breath.

"Ready to settle this matter, Old Woman?" The Ace Duelist asked coldly.

A blaring round of high-pitched laughter resounded from the top of Azka-Lal's lung, siphoning the fluid wave of olive green aura throughout her body. The long cloaked immediately reduced into scattering ashes, unveiling her true form into The Ace Duelist's naked eye. 

"That's your true form, a woman who didn't have any limbs," Viscable uttered, glancing at The Old Woman who showed to wear a tight black suit, silver metal belt with lime green lines, and all her limbs being replaced by metallic poles.

"No, you only see the scratch of it," The Old Woman taunted, stomping the ground below and unbridling the ocean-like wave of energies swarming her body.

"I assure you there will be plenty more of it," The Old Woman added.

"Then, show me," The Ace Duelist provoked. 

Nevertheless, all the poles stitched on The Old Woman's limbs were fractured into thousands of flourishing sparkles. The sparkles hastily shelved Azka-Lal's head constructing the glimmering helmet with the back part embedding the long tubular. A pale-blue mask with the golden grin lips emerged on Azka-Lal's face, securely covering it before flickering the crimson ray through the pitch-black, reflective surface eyes. 

As the head part was complete, Azka-Lal decided to jump forward and disseminate every trace of the sparkles. A navy blue, elongated, and thin hook arm materialized on the right hand, maintaining the pair of orange barrels resembling a shotgun. Striking blood-red rays shone through the long gaping lines on the above side of the arm.

A sable, giant rifle tightly connected by the cobalt wires that latched on the left part of Azka-Lal's entire hand. The rifle contained the glassy canister securing the lava-like blue liquid, the muzzle being wrapped around by the chains filled with knife-shaped bullets, and lastly, a red ray dazzled on the lower part.

Whereas, both Azak-Lal legs were mended by giant olive, steel crab-like legs with a shiny surface like a race car, Line five small gatting muzzles planted on each middle spot of her crab legs, lightening the sparkling mauve auras that fully reflected the glassy surface of the muzzles.

"Let us not waste time," Azka-Lal persuaded, increasing the volume of her voice, "My heart is now beating to have glorious execution."

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