"Heh, kid, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you?" the giant pointed at his so-called opponent and mocked him.
"No, he was the last warrior to arrive at the arena and accept the Royal Knight trial."
Fan said this.
In fact, Van Gundy didn't have much hope of winning against the last knight to enter the game.
However, if Fan could find some excuse during the battle between the giant and him—such as the giant deliberately injuring his opponent, violating chivalry—he could justifiably kill this southern barbarian on the spot.
And this poor opponent, at least, has accomplished something...
The pure white knight showed no sign of backing down. Could it truly be a case of "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger"?
Facing the gray warrior, the pure white knight stepped into the yellow sand. He glanced around briefly, then tore the rope from the wooden fence closest to him and pulled out a long, thin, straight wooden stick.
The pure white knight remained silent, intently examining the simple weapon in his hand, seemingly pondering a countermeasure.
"Hey, is that stick you're holding used to tease bugs?"
“That’s right—it’s just for teasing insects like you.” The White Knight spoke provocatively for the first time, his voice relaxed and calm.
No one announced the start of the duel; the giant seemed to be counting down the remaining time of his opponent's life the moment he drew his sword again.
The giant didn't even wear a helmet, eager to take his opponent's head in the next second. He brandished his twin greatswords and charged towards his opponent. The dust kicked up by his footsteps obscured his vision.
He aimed to knock his opponent down with a single blow—not just knock him down, but to ensure he could never get up again.
The giant pushed off the ground with his heavy foot, the powerful force levitating his massive body into the air. At the same time, he swung his greatswords in both hands, tearing through the condensed air.
Fan put his wine glass aside and watched the duel between the two men with great interest.
Priscilla was worried for the pure white knight.
It was a surprising moment—facing the onslaught of the gray warriors, the knight in pure white armor finally moved his wooden staff, holding it horizontally in front of him, and assumed a standard defensive stance.
Just before the greatsword was about to make contact with the wooden stick—
The heavy sword's imposing aura pressed down, how could the fragile, thin wooden stick withstand such an attack?
Not only would the wooden stick be cut in half, but even the armor protecting vital parts of the body would probably not be able to withstand the brute force of the sword strike. The pure white knight would likely be bleeding from a head wound on the spot.
The yellow sand, stirred up by the heavy sword energy, covered the arena, making it impossible to discern the actual situation.
Priscilla turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer; she simply couldn't imagine the White Knight's death.
Fan now had ample reason to confront the Nanman warriors—this giant disregarded all chivalrous etiquette, treating his opponents as mere prey to be slaughtered, and killed them.
Such behavior is a complete disgrace to the kingdom's chivalric code, a defilement of the sacred purpose of today's exercise, and utterly the act of a beast.
Wang gave Van Rexor a resolute look and ordered his men to give him a sword.
The king seems to have already made plans to drive the giant away.
However, none of them actually witnessed the White Knight being struck, nor did they see the wooden stick being severed by the greatsword.
They are merely speculating based on wishful thinking.
At this moment, the surrounding sand and dust were pushed aside by the sword energy that had inexplicably become stronger.
The pure white knight had retreated to the edge of the wooden fence, unharmed. His wooden staff was not only not broken in two, but completely intact.
"How is this possible?" Priscilla exclaimed inwardly, having been the first to understand the situation.
Fan recalled the swordsmanship knowledge he had learned in the past, and in swordsmanship...
It is said that there is a technique called "Sword Aura Protection," which only a martial artist who is proficient in both magic and swordsmanship could possibly know.
The swordsman unleashes his own magic, transforming it into a thick protective shield around the sword.
In reality, this technique doesn't prove very useful during marches.
Therefore, Fan didn't put much effort into practicing it. Although he had heard of "Sword Qi Protection" before, he never expected to encounter it in the arena today.
The pure white knight skillfully used "sword aura protection" to keep the wooden staff, which served as a weapon, intact under the blessing of magic, and blocked the fatal blow from the gray samurai.
Fan, who also practiced swordsmanship, felt admiration for the pure white knight who was skilled in swordsmanship, and thought to himself that this person might be able to defeat the giant of the southern barbarians.
Priscilla clapped her hands in delight. Although she didn't know this highly skilled martial artist, she harbored deep hatred for the giant and placed her hopes for victory on the pure white knight.
An astonishing scene unfolded. For the first time, magical light emanated from the martial artist wielding the wooden staff. Unlike anything Fan had ever seen before, the color of that light was an extremely rare cyan.
Those who study magic know that those are clearly characteristics of ice magic.
Priscilla seemed to find this rather familiar...
A bluish phosphorescence shimmered. At the same time, a cold wind swept through the arena.
Seeing that the gray samurai's movements were a bit strange, he shook his slightly trembling arms.
This time, the pure white knight galloped forward at such a speed that it was impossible to see him clearly.
The pure white knight closed in on the giant in the blink of an eye. To him, the enemy was already within range of a weapon strike.
Compared to the giant's massive body, the pure white knight appeared small and frail. However, due to the extremely close distance and the giant's inability to react in time, this small, white figure instilled endless fear in its opponent.
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