Let's Duel! One-on-One!

"These useless bastards!"

Enraged, Voldemort could only direct his anger at his Death Eater.

At this moment, the remaining Death Eater were enduring a relentless barrage of attacks from Bell's forces on the ground, utterly powerless to retaliate.

"Dark Lord! Great Dark Lord! Please save your loyal servant!"

Seeing that if things continued like this, they would all be wiped out soon, some Death Eater who blindly believed in Voldemort's power couldn't help but cry for help to Voldemort in mid-air.

"I'll save your grandma's leg!"

Voldemort, who was already struggling to protect himself, certainly couldn't spare any energy to care about the lives of those "useless" people on the ground.

His primary goal now is to escape the barrier.

He didn't want to die so easily, having just been resurrected and not even had a chance to see tomorrow's sun.

As long as he can escape successfully, Death Eater and the like will be plentiful.

With his hands outstretched to the left and right, Black Mist formed two shields on Voldemort's left and right sides, blocking the incoming Lightning.

Then, Voldemort was pleasantly surprised to find that the Lightning from the two newer guys could not dissolve his Black Mist, which greatly reduced his magic consumption.

This is truly a pleasant surprise.

" To Reduce to Dust!"

A white beam of light shot straight toward Bell. Voldemort, unusually, abandoned his favorite Killing Curse, and even the Flame Spell, which was most suitable for the current situation, was not used.

Even the landlords are out of grain! Let's save where we can!

Waving his Wand, Bell once again deflected Voldemort's attack, while simultaneously sliding backward a distance.

But Bell didn't seem to care about his retreat at all; in fact, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Compared to the Cruciatus Curse used when we first met, this Breaking Curse is much less powerful.

This means that Voldemort is nearing his limit!

Next, Bell and his two companions held Voldemort back. Faced with Bell's ability to dissolve his magic, Voldemort focused his attacks primarily on Bell.

But whenever he manages to suppress Bell, the other two people present will launch a frenzied attack on him, forcing him to loosen his grip on Bell and divert some of his energy to deal with him.

And so, with the perfect teamwork of the three of Bell (actually, it was mainly Sebas and Goodwin who were cooperating with Bell), nearly 10 minutes passed quickly.

"Ah--!"

A piercing scream signaled the official end of tonight's battle.

All the Death Eater on the ground have been eliminated. Thirty members of the Special Operations Team are examining the bodies to ensure no one escapes.

The remaining 20 team members rushed to the battlefield where Bell and the others were, and together with the 50 people who had come earlier, they Annihilation the Fiendfyre in the air.

The outcome was decided; Voldemort was completely surrounded by Bell's forces.

After glancing around, Bell suddenly shouted:

"All of you, stand back!"

The group, who had already raised their Wand and were ready to attack, immediately stopped the Curses they were about to unleash and looked at Bell with a puzzled expression.

"Young Master, Voldemort is already at his last gasp. If everyone attacks together, Voldemort will surely be defeated in less than three rounds!"

Goodwin appeared beside Bell in a flash, anxiously trying to persuade him.

Victory was just around the corner, so why was his Young Master causing trouble again? His little heart was about to give way!

All he wants now is to get rid of Voldemort quickly and cleanly, and then he can go back and brag for 10 years!

No! At least 20 years!

"Everyone, step back! Step back!"

With a look of disgust, Bell pushed Goodwin away as he leaned in and continued repeating his previous orders.

No way, he knew Voldemort was nearing his limit. Even if Dumbledore suddenly appeared, he couldn't possibly save Voldemort now.

But precisely because of this, he's not in a hurry to kill the other party at all.

Such a rare sparring partner, once this opportunity is gone, it's gone forever!

If Voldemort hadn't been so dangerous, he would have even wanted to capture him and take him back to his sister as a toy.

After everyone stepped back in confusion, Bell looked at Voldemort was panting heavily in front of him, with a broad smile.

"Come on, Voldemort, let's fight one-on-one!"

A long-lost feeling of excitement filled Bell's heart, making his cheeks flush slightly.

"A one-on-one fight? Brat! You really think you can rival the great Dark Lord?! If it weren't for those bastards behind you causing trouble, I would have already reduced you to ashes!"

Voldemort was furious when he heard that Bell dared to challenge him to a duel.

Who is he? He is the great Dark Lord! A man who makes the entire British Wizarding World tremble, so much so that for over a decade, no one has dared to utter his name! A ruler destined to dominate Britain, and indeed, the entire world!

And now, a mere brat dares to challenge him to a duel in front of everyone?

This is outrageous!

If it weren't for the Elder Wand's power, he wouldn't be afraid of even Dumbledore! Where did this arrogant brat get the courage to dare to despise him!

"Die! You will pay the price in blood for your arrogance!"

With Voldemort's roar, a large amount of Black Mist spread out from his body.

The Black Mist split into small snakes in the air and shot towards Bell.

"Hahaha~! That's it! Come on, Voldemort, kill me!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Bell couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

At that moment, everything around him seemed to disappear, and all he could see was Voldemort standing not far away.

The rapidly Accio Black Snake caused a stinging sensation on Bell's skin. The life-or-death crisis only fueled his excitement.

Boom!

With a deafening sonic boom, Bell vanished from his spot, leaving behind only a command that lingered in the air above the cemetery.

"Listen up, everyone! No one, under any circumstances, is to interfere in my duel with Voldemort without my order, until I am killed!"

If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!

Even if you die in the end, being able to fight the legendary Voldemort is still a worthwhile experience.

Of course, that's what they say, but Bell won't die. His sister and girlfriend are waiting for him to come back.

If he dies here, those two will be heartbroken.

Bell absolutely cannot tolerate anything that would hurt her younger sister.

Therefore, he will surely win!

Sizzle!

A dazzling blue-white Lightning spread across the Shield Charm covering Bell's body. This prevented the Black Mist floating in the air from getting any closer to Bell.

Even though Bell didn't know exactly how Voldemort created these Black Mist, through repeated observation, he had discovered that these Black Mist were highly corrosive.

Once the Shield Charm comes into contact with his body, it will inevitably cause him a lot of trouble.