Allen then charged towards the Dark Lord. Just like an ancient Muggle holding a staff, he used both hands to attack the Dark Lord with a physical attack. The white-haired wizard's face was filled with anger.
The Lord Voldemort did not have time to say anything. He could only raise his silver shield, which was meant to resist curses, and try to use it like a Muggle to withstand the physical attack from the boy's staff. The power of the shadows allowed the staff to project its own shadow, allowing Allen to deal physical damage from a distance of thirty feet.
The spacious Muggle Park reverberated with a loud crash. Two consecutive heavy blows were from Allen. The Dark Lord staggered under the weakening effect of the curse and the attack. The silver shield shattered into pieces, and the edges of the shield, which was not big in the first place, were smashed into pieces.
The scattered pieces also pierced through the pure black robe of the Dark Lord, leaving some wounds on his body, but they were not fatal. The Dark Lord wanted to cast a spell and curse, but Allen's continuous attacks did not give him the chance to do so.
After that, Allen rushed to Voldemort's side and used his staff to make contact with the silver shield for the third time. The bone staff of the pit fiend skull that was burning with black flames let out a shrill laugh. Under the intense pain in the Dark Lord's left hand, the silver shield that he had crafted himself was instantly reduced to some metal powder. In this duel, without being able to resist a single spell, the shield was reduced to its original state by the Mordenkainen's Disintegration spell as it came into direct contact with Allen's staff and was reduced to its original state before being made into a magical item.
"I'm going to pay you back!" Alan let out a shout of victory. He raised his staff and jumped up. Although there was no order, he waved his staff again with astonishing speed and agility. The Black Devil King didn't have time to react to the loss of a silver shield. He only had time to cry out in alarm. After that, he didn't care about impressions like before and rolled to the side, barely dodging the opponent's two hands.
At the place where he fell, a crack appeared on the cement floor. The high temperature brought by the black flames scorched everything nearby. The cement rubble and the fragments of the silver shield that had shattered in the first two attacks were scattered all over the ground.
"Stop! We are not Muggle. You should use magic in a duel! " The Black Devil King angrily roared as he hurriedly scrambled to his feet. The dust on the ground made his black robe look extremely sloppy.
"Then you'll have to wait for me to pay you back first!" Alan grinned. In fact, he was no longer angry after the continuous venting. Under the effect of the Energy Absorption spell, the weakened Voldemort's weak dodging movements now seemed to have some signs of aging in his early seventies. Together with Alan, who was not even seventeen years old, the scene at this moment was a bit like a delinquent trying to bully an old man with a stick …
But the strong sense of humiliation that came with it surrounded Tom Liddell. It reminded him of the bullying he suffered in the orphanage before he discovered his ability.
But Lord Voldemort's anger and desire for revenge was interrupted when Allen raised his huge staff and smashed it down on Lord Voldemort. And this time, he seemed to have found a way to combo attack. When Lord Voldemort dodged sideways, he took advantage of the momentum to sweep across.
This forced Lord Voldemort to jump up and dodge in a way that did not match his age. But Lord Voldemort, who had more or less found his rhythm, was still in the air. He clenched the staff in his hand and threw it out.
"Avada Melon Nibbling!!!" Before he jumped to the highest point, a green light came straight at Allen. Lord Voldemort felt that he had cast the fastest Reaper Curse in his life. At such a close distance, Allen did not have the time to use Polymorph to raise a high enough earth wall as a barrier.
But under Lord Voldemort's delighted gaze, Allen did not panic. He also stopped smashing people with his staff. He just waved his hand at the ground, as if he did not care at all about the deadly curse cast by the Dark Lord himself.
The wizards outside the field could not help but gasp in shock. Just as the green light was about to hit Allen, Allen's head suddenly split from the middle. The Reaper Curse passed through the split without any hindrance.
And what was even more creepy was that the eyes on both sides of Allen's head, which were emitting black fog, looked at Lord Voldemort at the same time with a mocking smile.
“Pillock！！！ As soon as he landed, Lord Voldemort felt a piercing pain from the soles of his feet. He had no time to care about the uneasiness and fear caused by Allen's strange way of dodging the attack. He also did not care that he was in the middle of a live broadcast. Unable to maintain his image, Lord Voldemort cursed in a native British language. Then, because of the pain, his pale snake face instantly twisted and wrinkled into a ball. He touched his feet with both hands but did not dare to touch them.
In the distance, the bald middle-aged wizard, who had been holding his breath, gave Lord Voldemort a close-up of his expression through the live broadcast monitor. When he saw the mysterious man's ferocious expression up close, he gasped in shock. He felt as if the soles of his feet were aching. Dumbledore did not notice that he had subconsciously covered Harry's eyes with his old hands.
What Lord Voldemort, who had just jumped up, did not notice was that Allen had quickly cast and completed a transformation spell on the ground under his feet. The cement and silver shield fragments from before had turned into iron Lego toys that suddenly appeared under Lord Voldemort's feet. The round protrusions of the Lego toys had now turned into sharp cones with a metallic luster.
Lord Voldemort, who was used to not wearing shoes, had just jumped up barefoot to avoid Allen's sweep. After casting the spell, he had focused all his attention on Allen. Now, he fell heavily. The soles of his feet stepped on several sharp protrusions of iron Lego. These small pieces of Muggle toys hit the soles of his feet.
It was not until now that Lord Voldemort lowered his head and looked at the sharp little things that he realized what they were. He could not believe that the things that gave him such pain were not something more magical but something similar to Lego blocks. In order not to embarrass himself further in the live broadcast and let all the wizards see his sorry state, Lord Voldemort tried his best to suppress his desire to scream. His pale and hairless face regained some color due to his flushed face, but the continuous and uncontrollable pain made his two slit-like nostrils tremble and open and close when he raised his head.
"According to the Muggle, pain can be divided into three levels — pain, unbearable pain, and the pain of stepping on Lego …" Allen did not continue his pursuit. Instead, he lifted his robe and revealed the arcane leather boots on his feet. He raised his foot and shook the bottom of the boots with anti-slip patterns as if he was showing it to the Dark Lord. "Tom … You know that I'm not too interested in bloodlines, but whether it's my pureblood family that teaches me how to maintain a pureblood wizard's dignity, or the Muggle school that teaches children not to walk outside barefoot to avoid accidents … You're already such a famous Dark Lord … You should pay more attention to your attire. That way, you'll suffer less damage …"
Lord Voldemort, who was in pain, did not have the time to respond to Allen's mockery. He hid his anger and other emotions deep in his heart. With his rich combat experience, he knelt on the ground instead of using his feet to support himself. He used Phantom Shifting to create some distance between them. Taking advantage of the time when Allen was not chasing after him, he quickly waved his wand with all his might. As he moved, a rumbling sound came from the ground. The ground trembled, and the Otherworld Gate made of white bones began to appear out of thin air.
Just as Lord Voldemort cast a summoning spell and teleported himself to create some distance, Allen's hand that was not holding the wand also waved. The wizards who were watching the duel from afar exclaimed at the same time when Lord Voldemort appeared. The bald wizard, who had been monitoring the screen, quickly moved his hand away from the device to avoid causing the camera to shake.
But Lord Voldemort, who had just reappeared, did not feel anything unusual. He quickly raised his leg stiffly and pointed his wand at his feet that were covered in dust and leaves. The tip of the wand trembled slightly, and the Lego pieces quickly bounced off his feet, leaving behind a few bloody dents. Blood gushed out from the dents, and the pain in his feet seemed to be written into his skin. The Dark Lord did not intend to end the duel just like that. He knew that he could heal himself with magic if he was given a little time.
The gathering of all ugliness, evil, and chaos, culminating in the ultimate brutality, spread out from the other side of the Otherworld Gate and began to spread gradually in the park. A huge monster flew out of the gate and stood between Allen and Lord Voldemort.
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