The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 619: Noel vs Roberto [VI]

Roberto did not rush this time. The blood on his body was still fresh, the wound across his torso still open enough to matter, but the next change in him had nothing to do with pain. The irritation remained, yet it had settled into something colder now, more focused. He stopped chasing shapes in the dark like a man swinging at ghosts and began treating the space itself as the problem that needed to be cut apart.

"Flashbind." The burst of light spread wider than before, not as a careless flare but as a deliberate sweep that forced a section of the darkness to open all at once. For the blink of that white exposure, the ground became visible again, pale and dim beneath the eclipse, Roberto’s figure stood clear in the center, and farther off, only for the smallest instant, Noel’s silhouette appeared near the edge of that forced vision.

Then black again. "Radiant Slash." A second line followed immediately, angled across the first. Not one attack, then pause. Roberto was building vision through violence, carving temporary lanes through the dark so his own eyes could work between them. The crossing cuts lit the dimension in fragments, each one revealing a different piece of the battlefield he had lost. A strip of ground. The fold of his own sleeve. The trailing shape of Noel’s coat vanishing into shadow.

Noel answered on instinct. "Shadow Step." He slipped away before the second slash reached him, but Roberto was already moving into the space those attacks had cleared.

"Sanctum Pulse." Light burst out in a circular wave and swept the darkness back around his body, not enough to erase it, but enough to create room where he would not be blind for the next breath. This time, when Noel opened a "Shadow Rift" from his left and came out low with Revenant Fang ready, Roberto was there to meet him. Their blades crashed together hard, and Roberto’s forearm struck Noel’s wrist before the next cut could fully form.

Noel broke off and answered with "Glacialis," the ice darting in from close range. Roberto twisted aside, the shard grazing his shoulder instead of burying into it, and then a sharp crack of "Voltage Needle" came from the dark behind him. He turned late and took the hit along his side, but not cleanly enough to lose the center.

That was the difference now. He was reading it better.

Another burst of "Flashbind" tore the dark open, and this time Roberto saw Noel’s movement early enough to force him off his line with "Radiant Slash." Noel avoided that one, but the next "Sanctum Pulse" came immediately after, broad and violent, making him raise his guard instead of attacking.

Roberto did not let the distance open again. The instant Noel recovered from that forced guard, Roberto shortened the space with "Sanctified Step," not vanishing, not disappearing, but arriving too fast for the eye to trust the path between one place and the next. His sword came first, a tight horizontal cut meant to keep Noel’s guard occupied, and his shoulder followed right behind it. Noel caught the blade, but the body-check still landed hard enough to throw his balance half a step off.

"You can’t finish this cleanly anymore," Roberto said, voice lower now, colder. "Neither of us can."

Noel answered with steel. Revenant Fang snapped back up from the low angle, forcing Roberto to parry high, and in that same opening Noel tore a black slit through the dark. "Shadow Rift." He came out of it from Roberto’s blind side with the blade already turning down toward his neck. Roberto saw the motion in the brief white spill of his own light and intercepted it at close range, sword against sword, then drove his elbow toward Noel’s jaw.

Noel twisted with it and fired "Glacialis" from almost point-blank range. The ice struck Roberto’s chest and shoulder in a burst of cold hard enough to force him back, but "Lumina Veil" softened the worst of it before the frost could fully bite through. Roberto answered instantly. "Corona Breaker." The concentrated line of light punched forward with brutal precision, aimed not at Noel’s center but at the opening created by his recovery. Noel only escaped by dropping into shadow at the last moment, the beam grazing past and leaving his side stinging anyway.

So that was how Roberto had changed it. Less reach. Less waste. More punishment for every opening, no matter how small.

Noel adjusted at once. He stopped relying on single disappearances and started stacking pressure instead. Sword first. Then movement. Then the spell hidden inside the next angle. He appeared with "Shadow Step" near Roberto’s flank, forced a blade clash, drove a knee toward his thigh, then let the contact break just enough to send "Voltage Needle" toward Roberto’s ribs. Roberto turned late and took the strike badly enough for his breathing to catch, but not badly enough to lose his counter. His forearm slammed into Noel’s sword arm, and the two of them locked again for a breath, close enough that the fight became all weight and leverage.

"Too deep now," Roberto said through that pressure. "You know that."

Noel said nothing. He shifted his footing, changed the bind, and cut low enough to open Roberto’s leg. Not a crippling wound, but real. Blood again.

Roberto answered by dragging his sword across Noel’s shoulder on the next exchange, a clean light-backed cut that got past his timing by a fraction. Noel felt the warmth of it immediately.

Both of them had stopped coming out of this untouched. The darkness still favored Noel, but Roberto no longer wasted his answers, and Noel no longer had the freedom to hunt without paying for each approach. By the time they broke apart again, only a few steps between them, both had learned something that mattered. Noel had the new shape of Roberto’s rhythm. Roberto had begun reading the way Noel used the dark

Roberto moved first again, but this time there was no trace of him trying to reclaim comfort or restore the duel to something cleaner. He came straight through the darkness with intent sharpened down to one line, and Noel felt the difference before the attack fully arrived. The small bursts of light that had been helping him read the space no longer came as probes. They came as pieces of a sequence he had already chosen.

"Judgment Line."

The darkness split. For one blinding instant the whole dimension existed again in a clean white scar, ground, distance, Roberto’s body already turning through the cut, sword drawn low and ready to continue. Noel had learned the rhythm by then. He did not hesitate. "Shadow Step." The black swallowed him a fraction before the line finished passing through where he had stood, and the silent cut erased the space behind him with enough force to leave the dark itself looking wounded.

Roberto followed immediately. "Sanctum Pulse." Light exploded outward from him in a brutal ring, flattening the dark around his body and forcing open a circle of vision large enough to deny Noel the easy kill from the next blind angle. The pulse caught Noel on the edge even through shadow movement, and Roberto used that moment to close in with sword pressure and a fast "Radiant Slash" layered behind the steel. Noel caught the blade, turned his body, and still felt the line of light tear shallowly across his side as they crashed together at close range.

That had been the exchange Roberto wanted. Noel survived it because he had already seen it once in fragments. And because he had prepared his answer.

He let the bind hold for half a breath longer than Roberto expected, long enough for their bodies to lock through shoulder and wrist and weight, then shifted his footing and vanished from that exact point with "Shadow Step." He reappeared just off Roberto’s right side and drove Revenant Fang in with pure physical pressure first, not a killing cut, just enough to force "Lumina Veil" into place on instinct. That was all he needed.

"Voltage Needle." The thin line of lightning punched into the edge of Roberto’s defense at the exact point where the veil had thinned under contact. Roberto’s body jolted. Not much. Enough. Noel followed at once. "Glacialis." Ice drove into the opening created by that disrupted moment, striking along Roberto’s upper side and shoulder, slowing the next defense by a fraction.

That fraction was the opening. "Eclipse Rend." Blackness swept out from Revenant Fang in a violent arc, tight and dense, made to kill. Roberto twisted with everything he had left and brought light up to meet it, but the sequence had landed too cleanly. The edge of void tore through him from shoulder down across the torso, deeper than before, deep enough that the blood that followed did not fall in drops at first. It came in a dark line that broke the white flash around him and sent him stumbling back three full steps before he found balance again.

This time he did not hide what it cost him. His breathing was heavier now. One arm hung lower than before. Blood ran steadily down his side and leg, and even in the dark Noel could see that his movements had lost a degree of sharpness they would never fully recover tonight.

Roberto looked at him for a long second, then lowered his eyes to the wound as if confirming it belonged to him. "So this is what it feels like," he said softly.

Noel said nothing. He only kept Revenant Fang raised, body ready.

Roberto lifted his gaze again, and there was no mockery left in it now. Only exhaustion, pain, and something close to acceptance. "Then finish it properly."

Neither of them moved for a breath after that. The darkness remained steady around them, "Eclipse Sun" holding the ruined dimension under its black law while the two of them stood a few steps apart, both wounded, both still dangerous, but no longer fighting over advantage.

Now the only question left was how this would end.