The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

The distance between Clark and Matson was 50m. Clenching his hand, Clark shouted, "Mugen!" A lump of earth formed from the surrounded area and headed for his grasp.

The clod of earth then slowly changed its shape to a wooden sword in a katana shape. "I will show you what I have learned so far." Taking his position, Clark held the katana in both hands, dashed forward, and thrust it straight.

The crowd only blinked their eyes once, and Clark had moved 5m from his original position.

Matson grinned. "As usual, the name of your move is extraordinary." After mocking him, his expression then turned serious. "Still, you will never beat me! " He spread his hands apart while snapping his fingers. "Double-Edge."

A black iron formed from the ground around him; the iron then fell on Matson's two hands, slowly forming a short sword. The blade shape was almost similar in appearance to a kukri but without grip.

Matson also dashed forward, his leg skin suddenly becoming more rigid. The difference is obvious; Matson can activate body enchantment twice a day while Clark only one.

In short, the two of them got very close to each other, and eventually, there was a clash.

* clank * The sound of the collision between iron and wood was only temporary before a cracking sound was heard * crack * The wooden katana lost to an iron one sword.

Looking at Clark's struggled expression, Matson's smile grew wider. "How? Did you realize this is the difference in our strength !!" Matson then pushed his blade harder towards Clark, causing Clark's katana to experience several deep cracks.

Looking at his cracked katana, Clark still didn't budge. Then he used body enchantment again, which had crossed the limit for this day. The muscles in his right hand began to appear. With additional strength, he managed to slash and break Matson's defense.

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Matson's hand was in mid-air, and he saw Clark prepared for the final attack. Matson then dropped one of his blades and gave Clark a sly smile. "Fool."

Regardless of what Matson said, Clark kept raising his katana as high as possible with both hands and then swung downwards, aiming for Matson's head.

Matson shook his head. "You are the same as before." After he said that, his smile grew wider. "Active!" An iron pillar appeared from under Matson's feet, aimed towards Clark's chest.

* thump * Clark bounced off 5 meters, and * thump * he was flying in mid-air before he was stopped, hitting the iron wall that was suddenly behind him.

* cough * * cough * The iron pillar's former collision formed a box shape across his chest, causing him to cough repeatedly.

In the glass room, Elizabeth, who saw Clark's condition, then shouted. "Clark!" Her eyes were watered, and she tightly gripped the crystal button, which was used to stop the duel.

Although no one heard it, the audience could sense Elizabeth's intention to stop the match, including Matson. "Miss Elizabeth, please be fair and honest." Then he looked back at Clark with a mocked smile. "Anyway, I'm giving you a chance to surrender," he said while slowly walking towards him.

In the audience seats, those who bet on Matson were in a state of joy. "Thank God, my prediction is right." Then he stretched his hand towards the person beside him.

"No! Master Clark has not given up. Look, his eyes are still open," the person replied while pointing at Clark, who was lying in the arena.

At Desmond's place, Clementine, who saw Clark being cornered, smiled happily. "You remember, you promised to marry my daughter, right ?! She held Desmond's hand tightly, which made Alice, who was beside Desmond, uncomfortable.

On hearing this, Desmond's lips twisted, "Become closer exactly, not married." He furrowed his brows while continuing to focus on Clark.

  Is the buff inactive? How could he lose?

[System Conclusion: According to the system analysis, Matson's trait does not clarify as an evil trait; it makes the buff effect useless. Meanwhile, the buff effect of Matson's trait strengthens to the point of negating Clark's regeneration effect.]

I see. That's why he always loses. Only if he gets stronger will he possibly overcome his most enemy.

Looks like I don't need to worry in the future. His custom skill... is a bit familiar to one of the countries in my old world. Maybe it is a coincidence? Or is he also a reincarnator?

Seeing that Desmond had little interest in her daughter, Clementine sighed. "At least there is progress." She shook her head and then refocused on the fight, while Alice, who was beside Desmond, became worried about this duel.

In the field, after Clark was blown away and hit by Matson's iron wall, he felt a little dizzy, and his hearing didn't seem to be working. He only saw Matson approach him while talking about something. Forcing his body to move, he finally stood with trembling legs, holding his katana with both hands.

Looking at Clark's suffering, Matson laughed out loud. "Look, this is the Clark you guys are proud of. You are all weak, if you dare, face me at once." He dashed forward and hit Clark's nape of the neck with the back of his sword.

* thud * In Clark's eyes, he only glanced at Matson a couple of seconds before Matson vanished from his sight. A few seconds later, he lost all power and fell forward.

Although many viewers hated Matson, there were still cheers for him. Those who cheered consisted of several Matson supporters and the people who won the bet.

In the glass room, Elizabeth fell when she saw Clark faint, her eyes reddened. She wanted to stop the match immediately but received a message from Clementine.

Matson, who was cheered triumphantly, stretched out his hands and closed his eyes. 

This was the smell of victory, the smell I liked the most. 

He waited a while, but the arena had not changed.

"We'll move on to the second match, which is Gibson against Diana." Elizabeth's voice was heard throughout the room, and several guards came to the arena. The guards then dragged out Matson and Clark of the arena.

The barrier that had blocked the magic temporarily disappeared. Two guards carried Clark with his body hovering in the air. At the same time, Matson walked out on his own to answer questions from each of his supporters.

"For that, we will take a temporary break." Elizabeth's voice sounded back, and the glass room descended to the ground. 

Elizabeth came out and immediately ran towards Clark, who was floating in the air. The guards who cast spells on Clark stopped their steps, letting Elizabeth get closer.

Sobbing, Elizabeth held Clark's cheek. "I told you not to fight." She chanted a spell, and Clark's body glowed again. The bruises all over Clark's body began to heal but at a slow pace. "I hope this is enough.." After treating Clark, she walked towards the glass room again.