Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

Chapter 1167: Brother Anon started singing ?

Anon and Valazar stood on opposite sides of a huge rectangular arena almost equal to the size of three football fields, that was under the castle.

Crack-Crack-Crack

Valazar cracked his fingers as he took off his upper robe and revealed thousands of scars over his body.

“How many battles did your father fought exactly?” Mira asked as she looked at Rey-ina.

“Too many… We lost count after one hundred battles. What about your master? How many battles did he fought?” Rey-ina asked with a neutral expression.

“My master…” Mira spoke as she turned to look at Anon.

Anon was standing on the other side in a bored posture, holding a small wooden spoon in his hands.

“… He fought more than enough.” Mira replied with a smile.

“Mr. Anon… How about we keep this battle limited to physical strength and simple weapons? I have a tight hand in magic but you can still enchant your body with magic before the fight begins, just no spells in the middle of it.

Is that something you’ll be able to do? Or should we turn it into an ‘Anything Goes’?” Valazar spoke as he pulled out two slim swords from their sheaths and pointed one toward Anon.

“Fight without magic? Sure. At least it’ll be a little more interesting.” Anon replied, a faint smile pulling at his face.

….

“Where are his weapons? Since he isn’t using magic… won’t he need one?” Rey-ina asked, confused, as she looked at Anon.

“Master is holding a weapon… Look carefully.” Mira spoke as she pointed toward the wooden spoon in Anon’s hand.

“Isn’t that a spoon?” FeeFee asked with a confused expression.

“Well…”

….

Anon slowly raised his hand toward the wooden spoon and casted the enchantments.

The spoon glowed blue and red simultaneously before settling back into its plain, unassuming shape.

“ARE YOU READY, MR. ANON ?” Valazar’s shout cracked across the arena hard enough to rattle dust from the walls.

“Why is he shouting so loudly?” Anon muttered, raising a lazy thumbs-up.

“Very well…” Valazar said, and then he was moving, a full sprint that tore grooves into the stone floor.

*Swish*

One second. That’s all it took him to close the distance and plant himself in front of Anon.

But the instant Valazar’s eyes locked onto his opponent’s stance, something twisted in his gut. There was no stance. No guard, no weight shift, no readiness, just a bored man holding a spoon.

‘Wait. He’s not defending. Not attacking. He’s just… standing there.

Is he not taking me seriously?’ The thought detonated something in Valazar’s chest, and before it had even finished forming he was already swinging, his left blade screaming toward Anon’s throat with everything he had behind it.

*Swish*

Anon’s spoon came up without hurry and met the sword dead in its path. Valazar didn’t ease off he poured more force into the swing, driving down like he meant to cut through a mountain.

‘A spoon? My sword will…’

*CLANK*

Metal met wood and metal lost. The spoon didn’t so much as chip. The shockwave of the impact ran straight back up Valazar’s arms.

‘Fuck. My posture’s collapsing, I’m airborne, and I already committed everything to that first strike, I don’t have a follow-up attack.’ His eyes cut sideways just in time to catch Anon’s other hand twitching into motion.

“Fuck-” Valazar wrenched his blade downward and speared it into the ground.

*Stab*

*Thud*

He planted his bare foot on the hilt and used it to kill his momentum, kicking himself backward and putting distance between them.

*Jump*

He landed back, breathing hard, and watched Anon’s free hand rise, only to slide casually into his pocket.

A vein bulged at Valazar’s temple. His face twisted into something ugly and furious.

“Take me seriously, MOTHERFUCKER.” His eyes ignited red.

Anon’s smirk widened at the sight.

“A bit angry… are we?”

*Swish*

Valazar vanished. He reappeared a heartbeat later directly above Anon, already falling, both hands wrapped around his blade like a headsman’s axe.

“Nice skill,” Anon said, almost admiring, as the spoon snapped up over his head to catch the strike.

*CLANK*

The blade froze mid-swing and then, impossibly, so did all the force behind it, bleeding away like it had never existed.

‘What?’ Anon’s gaze shot upward. Empty air. Only the sword remained, balanced and quivering on the spoon’s edge.

“Searching for me?” Valazar’s voice curled up from somewhere below.

Anon looked down just in time to see a blade screaming toward his throat, than came the strike, it was faster than the first one.

*Turn*

*Swish*

He tilted his head a hair’s width and the blade shaved past, close enough to part the air against his skin.

Valazar didn’t retract it, he simply kept swinging, the sword arcing horizontal, chasing the same inch of space.

“Aren’t you fast?” Anon said, voice flat, spoon already dropping into the blade’s path.

*CLANK*

The second sword slipped free mid-fall and Valazar caught it without looking, both blades suddenly alive in his hands, carving the air from every direction in a storm of metal.

*CLANK-CLANK-CLANK-CLANK-CLANK-CLANK-CLANK-CLANK-CLANK*

Nine strikes. Nine blocks. Anon caught every single one on the spoon without shifting his feet, yawning through the last three like the fight was not even worth his attention.

*YAWWWWWN*

…

“Woah… Brother Anon is really strong and fast. Right, ReyRey?” FeeFee turned to Rey-ina, beaming.

But Rey-ina’s face had gone crimson, her eyes locked on Anon and refusing to move.

‘He’s even stronger than father, and he’s handsome too. My body wants his seed so badly… I just want to give birth to his child. But will he give it to me?’ The thought sent a slow heat pooling low in her stomach and her pussy started to get wet as her thighs started clenching around nothing.

She was aroused just by looking at Anon’s expressions and his movements.

Valazar finally broke off, skidding back several meters as he stared down at his blades, dulled, scratched, disappointing him.

“Don’t be sad… This happens more often-” Before Anon could finish, his eyes went wide.

‘A very powerful domain skill.’ Anon’s whole posture shifted, dropping instantly into a defensive one.

*Swish*

A wall of bloodlust slammed into his back so hard it felt physical.

“What-!!??????” He immediately realised that Valazar was there and also still in front of him. Two of him, both perfectly solid, both perfectly real.

‘An afterimage. His speed’s so absurd it left a full copy behind with zero distortion.’ The realization came half a second before the real blow landed, a strike screaming in from his right, and pure instinct threw the spoon up to meet it.

*CLANNNKKKKKKK*

*BOOOM*

The collision detonated. A shockwave of pressure ripped outward from the point of impact, kicking up a wall of dust.

“What happened?” Mira’s voice was tight, her eyes straining to find shapes through the cloud. Two silhouettes, still standing. Still there.

As the dust peeled away, the spoon in Anon’s hand hung in two splintered halves, and a thin crimson line had opened across his cheek.

Across from him, Valazar reset his stance,

swords raised, already coiling for the next strike.

Anon’s eyes flared a deep purple. He lifted his thumb and pressed it to the blood on his cheek.

He drew it back to his lips and licked it clean.

“Heh…” A wide, hungry smile split his face as he let the broken spoon fall to the stone.

*Thud*

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“Brother Anon started… singing?” FeeFee asked, utterly confused.