Chapter 308: You Are No Longer the Foe I Must Defeat (1/2)

The explosion seized monk Alfonso’s attention for a split second.

Even though he promptly recovered thanks to his constant spirit training, he realized that now was the best instant for him to defeat the Pink Flatfish.

And just as he imagined, the head mask didn’t affect his opponent’s vision at all, and Alfonso could sharply sense that the Pink Flatfish had his attention caught by the explosion, leaving him distracted in the middle of the arena.

There was no doubt that it would be his undoing! The reason behind that was simple.

Alfonso was better be it in strength, speed, and every other physical attribute.

The reason the two of them fought so fiercely until now was solely because of the Pink Flatfish’s instincts and technique in actual combat were far better than Alfonso. He would keep evading each of Alfonso’s lethal blows, stopping it from time to time with parries and slowly build his advantage from there, seizing control of the flow of the match bit by bit.

That being said, both his evasion and parrying was built upon his extreme focus!

Now that his attention had shifted somewhere else and he couldn’t focus entirely in the fight, Alfonso’s win was within grasp!

That was how he had assumed things would go.

Just as he concentrated on seizing his chance and attempted to knock the Pink Flatfish’s weapon from his hand with a charge to force a yield, the seemingly absent-minded foe moved even quicker than before-evading Alfonso’s attack by moving to his side, he then parried Alfonso’s strike from his weakest angle.

No, that’s not a parry!

Alfonso’s face fell when he sensed the impact on his weapon: He couldn’t hold on to it, because the Pink Flatfish had deflected his strike and handily knock it out of his hands!

The monk’s face darkened as he watched his weapon fly into the distance and dropped to the ground with a loud clang.

“You… Were you pulling your punches all along?!”

Aside from that reason, Alfonso just couldn’t imagine how the Pink Flatfish could suddenly turn so strong to instantly knock away his weapon.

“No way.” The Pink Flatfish replied with calm composure. “Deflecting is much more difficult than parrying since it’s a high-level skill with a low success rate. Naturally, I have to completely understand your combat style before I could use it.” “What…”

Alfonso’s eyes were bulging in disbelief.

The Pink Flatfish had completely figured out his combat style after just dueling him for minutes?

Impossible! The Brilliant White Church monk’s style which was passed down over a century and not just for show!

Taking a deep breath, Alfonso forced back his spiritual fatigue and allowed his holy power to flow (a strength unique to superhumans of the Brilliant White Church, equivalent to the Players’ mana bar and the Temple of Glory’s combat aura) and circulate around his body.

His rather exhausted body regained top form once more.

After all, the Brilliant White Church must not lose face here. Even when disarmed, the monks had learnt to fight unarmed-now was the time to hit the Pink Flatfish at least once even if Alfonso had to stake his life on it!

With that resolve, Alfonso’s aura did not slump from losing his weapon. Instead, he was charged even stronger than before!