Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 322 Night Raid 2
In this night raid, the War Knights made full use of their advantages.

They were skilled in night combat and worked together seamlessly.

In contrast, the Gatekeeper Knights, caught off guard and with their strongest members killed, were thrown into disarray and could only passively deal with the Warblade Knights' attacks.

As the battle continued, the Gatekeeper Knights suffered increasing casualties.

Falman was frantic. He personally joined the battle, trying to turn the tide. He brandished his longsword and clashed head-on with Robin. "Alan Wilke Wolf, today is your death day!" Falman roared.

Robin sneered, "Let's see who has the last laugh!" With that, he engaged in a fierce one-on-one duel with Farman.

Using the secret technique of the Gatekeeper Knights, Farman forcibly raised his cultivation to the level of Order Knight. In an instant, a powerful aura erupted from his body, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this power.

His eyes were filled with determination and madness; in order to defeat Robin, he was willing to use a method that would greatly damage himself.

Ultimately, he engaged in a fierce battle with Robin.

The flames of the night raid raged in the camp of the Gatekeeper Knights. After Farman used a secret technique to forcibly elevate his cultivation to that of an Order Knight, he was completely transformed.

He gripped his weapon tightly with both hands, the weapon gleaming with a chilling light in the moonlight, as if it too was infected by its master's current madness.

Farman stomped his feet on the ground and charged toward Robin like an arrow.

His first move was a powerful sweeping attack. The wind generated by his weapon was like the roar of a tiger, and the air in its path seemed to be split open, forming a visible gust of wind that swept towards Robin.

Robin, however, remained calm and composed. He leaned back slightly, his feet firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to the spot.

Farman's weapon grazed the tip of Robin's nose, the cold touch making Robin even more focused.

Farman missed his first attack, but then launched a series of attacks.

His weapon flew up and down, each swing accompanied by tremendous force.

He leaped high into the air, raising his weapon in both hands and bringing it down on Robin. If this attack hit, Robin would surely be cleaved in two.

Robin's eyes narrowed, and he nimbly slid to the left, slamming Farman's weapon into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Robin lunged at Farman's side and thrust his weapon toward Farman's waist.

Farman reacted extremely quickly, twisting his body swiftly and using his weapon to deflect Robin's attack; the sound of metal clashing was particularly jarring in the night sky.

Farman's attack speed increased rapidly; he was like a tireless machine, constantly launching attacks at Robin.

His diagonal thrust was so powerful that it created a faint halo around his weapon, which spread out toward Robin as if it were a tangible object.

Robin, however, seemed to have anticipated this. He bent his body backward, making an almost impossible backward leaning motion, his whole body almost parallel to the ground.

Farman's attack grazed Robin's body, and Robin instinctively stretched out her foot, hooking Farman's ankle to try and make him lose his balance.

Farman managed to steady himself, then turned around and swung his weapon at Robin's legs.

Robin, like a nimble cheetah, lightly leaped away from the attack.

He adjusted his posture in mid-air, and the moment he landed, he lunged at Farman again.

His attacks appeared simple, yet each move was fraught with hidden traps. Every thrust or swing of his weapon aimed precisely at the weak points in Farman's defense. However, Farman was currently in a frenzied state enhanced by secret techniques, and his defense was impenetrable, barely managing to block Robin's attacks each time.

As the battle continued, Farman's breathing became rapid, but his attacks showed no signs of abating.

He suddenly changed tactics, no longer launching relentless attacks, but instead began to use a combination of feints and real attacks.

He first made a feint of thrusting forward, then quickly retracted his move, followed by a side kick aimed at Robin's abdomen.

Robin was not fooled by his feint. He slightly shifted his body to the side, dodging Farman's side kick, while simultaneously slashing his weapon toward Farman's leg.

Farman quickly jumped back to avoid injury.

In one attack, Farman gathered all his strength and unleashed a devastating attack.

His weapon spun rapidly in front of him, creating a small whirlwind that swept towards Robin with a powerful suction force.

Robin felt as if he were being pulled by an invisible force. He took a deep breath, pushed off the ground with his feet, and rushed into the whirlwind.

As he approached Farman, he used the power of the whirlwind to spin rapidly, dodging Farman's attack, while simultaneously thrusting his weapon toward Farman's chest.

Farman was shocked and hurriedly used his weapon to defend himself, but Robin's attack was extremely powerful, and his body involuntarily took several steps back.

Robin seized the opportunity and gave Farman no chance to catch his breath.

He quickened the pace of his attack, raining blows at Farman with his weapon.

Farman was caught off guard by Robin's sudden counterattack and could only passively defend himself.

Robin's attacks were all delivered with clever angles and power, making it increasingly difficult for Farman to defend himself.

During one of Falman's attacks, Robin suddenly changed the direction of her attack.

His weapon, which was originally aimed at Farman's shoulder, suddenly changed direction midway and slashed at Farman's wrist.

Farman was unable to dodge in time and was struck on the wrist by Robin's weapon, nearly dropping it from his hand.

Robin pressed his advantage, launching a spinning kick at Farman's head.

Farman managed to block the kick with his other hand, but lost his balance.

Robin didn't let the opportunity slip by. He quickly adjusted his posture, sprinted to the side where Farman had lost his balance, and thrust his weapon precisely at Farman's vital points.

Farman tried to dodge, but his body was out of control, and he could only watch helplessly as Robin's weapon pierced him.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Robin stood there, his breathing steady, his eyes still calm and deep.

Although he bore some signs of battle, compared to the disheveled Farman, he looked like a master who had just gone through an easy training session.

The battle between the two did not involve any spectacular bursts of life force; it appeared to be a simple fight, but it was extremely dangerous.

(End of this chapter)