Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 273 The Barbarian's Swan Song 3
The heavily armored knight's lance pierced the barbarian warrior's chest, while the barbarian's battle axe cleaved through the knight's armor.

Blood splattered, warhorses neighed, and the momentum of the charge turned the front-line soldiers into waves of flesh and blood in an instant, but the soldiers behind continued to advance, stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

Salgman's battle axe swept across, cleaving a knight and his horse in two.

His power was extremely violent, each strike carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, causing the surrounding knights to avoid his attacks.

But the allied heavy knights were equally well-trained; they quickly adjusted their formation, and several spears simultaneously thrust at Salgman's vitals.

"Get out of my way!" Salgman roared, his battle axe spinning like a windmill, severing all the thrusting spears.

His barbarian warriors also unleashed astonishing fighting power. They were not afraid of death, and even traded their lives for their wounds, using their flesh and blood to tear a gap in the steel torrent.

Robin watched coldly, the sneer on his lips gradually fading.

He hadn't expected these barbarians to unleash such ferocious fighting power; the heavy knights' charge was actually stopped.

"Interesting." He chuckled softly, slowly removing the compound pulley bow. "But that's all."

The battle between the two armies grew increasingly fierce, with steel and flesh intertwining to create a brutal spectacle.

The discipline of the heavily armored knights and the wildness of the barbarian warriors collided at this moment, creating the most dazzling sparks. This contest of charge and counter-charge will determine the course of the entire battle.

After Robin shot and killed the fifth legendary barbarian warrior, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

The barbarian warriors watched helplessly as their hero fell, their eyes filled with shock and rage.

On the human side, morale was at its peak, with cheers and shouts from the soldiers mingling together like a surging tide.

Salgman saw it all, and his already bloodshot eyes now burned like flames, as if he wanted to devour Robin. His face was contorted with murderous intent, and he could no longer contain his rage, charging at Robin like a wild beast out of control.

With each step he took, the earth seemed to tremble. His massive body stirred up a gust of wind as he ran, and the dust he kicked up formed a long cloud of smoke behind him.

He raised his massive battle axe high, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, a glint that seemed to foreshadow Robin's impending death.

Robin, however, remained completely calm. He calmly drew an arrow from his quiver and nocked it on his bowstring.

His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on Salghman charging at high speed. He knew Salghman's strength; this would be a life-or-death battle.

The surrounding soldiers spontaneously made way for them, as if they were all intimidated by the aura emanating from these two powerful figures.

All eyes were focused on the two people about to collide. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only Salgman's heavy footsteps and Robin's steady breathing echoing in the air.

Robin unleashed a beautiful triple shot, the arrows whistling out like meteors.

The first arrow, whistling through the air, aimed straight for Salgman's throat, its speed so great that it seemed to tear the surrounding air apart.

Salgman reacted swiftly, dodging to the side and simultaneously swinging his battle axe to deflect the second arrow with a clang. The arrow fell to the ground, its arrowhead deeply embedded in the soil.

The third arrow flew toward Salgman's chest. He parried again, but this time, the arrow was too powerful. Although his battle axe blocked the shaft, it couldn't completely stop the arrowhead. The arrowhead grazed his axe blade and struck his shoulder. It was this arrow that gave Salgman the opportunity to get close to Robin. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he roared and, using the force of the arrow's impact, charged toward Robin like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

His strong body created a gust of wind as he ran, and the ground trembled slightly with every step.

Unable to kill his target with three arrows, Robin swiftly switched to the Dragon-Slaying Spear. His movements were fluid and rapid, as if he had practiced countless times. He gripped the spear with both hands, spurred his horse's flanks, and the warhorse neighed and charged forward.

Using the horse's momentum, Robin thrust his spear forward. The tip of the Dragon-Slaying Spear gleamed with a chilling light, as if it could pierce through anything that stood in its way.

The spear tip traced a silver trajectory through the air, heading straight for Salgman's chest. The surrounding air seemed to be pierced by the spear, hissing as it struck.

After a brief exchange, Salgman was already at a disadvantage. Robin's attacks were swift and precise, his dragon-slaying spear moving like a serpent, searching for openings in Salgman's defenses.

Despite his fierce resistance, Salgman discovered that Robin was much stronger than before, with significant improvements in both strength and speed.

Robin's eyes revealed calmness and determination. He constantly changed the angle of his dragon-slaying spear, thrusting, parrying, and sweeping, making Salghman struggle to keep up with each move.

Despair gradually spread through Salgman's heart as he realized that he might not be able to defeat the powerful opponent before him.

The two sides fought fiercely for more than fifty rounds, with dust flying everywhere and shouts of battle deafening.

Each clash of weapons sent sparks flying, and the surrounding soldiers watched this duel between powerful figures with bated breath.

Finally, Robin seized an opening in Salgman's defenses. With a roar, he thrust out the Dragon Slayer Spear like a bolt of lightning.

Salgman was unable to dodge in time and Robin slit his arm with a single shot.

Salgman let out a painful scream as his arm arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, instantly staining the surrounding earth with blood.

“You are the fifth Orderly Power I have killed.” Robin said, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He gripped the Dragon-Slaying Spear tightly with both hands, and with a sudden swing, the spear swept past with a whistling sound.

Salgman's eyes widened, and before he could react, his head flew high into the air, and blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.

This scene terrified the barbarian warriors, and their morale collapsed instantly.

The barbarians, already at a disadvantage, were completely routed, and their soldiers began to scatter and flee, running around the battlefield like a swarm of headless flies.

Robin led his spearmen in pursuit. The spearmen were in high spirits; they shouted and brandished their spears like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on their fleeing prey.

They swiftly weaved through the barbarian ranks, their halberds mercilessly reaping the lives of their enemies.

Robin rode his warhorse, leading the charge. His cold gaze swept across the battlefield, not missing a single fleeing barbarian.

(End of this chapter)