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Then, he charged toward the one among the surround who was the first to pull the trigger of his crossbow.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter 48 The Speed ​​of a Cat! The Weight of a Whale!

It's not uncommon for teams to be temporarily formed in brawl matches.

However, due to their different positions or the fact that they had already obtained enough resources to "stand on their own" beforehand, usually only three or four people would travel together temporarily before the outcome was decided. They would rely on the strength of the group to gain an advantage and then reap the benefits. Of course, when it was time to eliminate each other, they would not be too polite.

Therefore, it is highly unusual for a group of more than ten people to gather together and attack one person.

The audience and commentators were aware of this, and the reason—it goes without saying—is related to their previously outstanding performance.

The eldest son of the Ingra family was seriously injured for the first time on the field. This guy, who always targets newcomers, had never suffered such a heavy blow before.

And the family that raised such an arrogant knight would have no reason not to retaliate against him for this.

However, the Rookie Knight's whereabouts were uncertain, so the attack was not carried out off the field, but instead occurred during the game.

The knights who besieged Tomat totaled fifteen—a quarter of the entire brawl. Replacing these people with those who were supposedly "randomly selected" in the brawl must have cost a lot of money, but they did prove that as long as you have enough assets and power, so-called fair competition is nothing but a joke.

Besides the knights kept by the Ingra family, there were also members of the Blood Boiling Knights, and the rest were newly recruited knights who had been bought off. Each of them was a skilled fighter with some reputation, otherwise they wouldn't have been used to teach a lesson to the novice knight who easily defeated Olmer.

He is very strong, but as the saying goes, even two fists can't beat four hands, and there are thirty hands here! Moreover, because they all knew the location of the supply box in advance, they obtained the weapons they were already good at, so there was no problem with them being unsuitable.

How could we possibly lose when besieging a rookie knight who only managed to pull a box of yogurt from an airdrop?

When they tried to teach the rookie knight a lesson using the treacherous rules and underhanded tactics of competitive sports, they never considered that the real joke wouldn't happen to the independent knight in outdated armor.

The only ones worth laughing at are themselves.

"what?"

The knight wielding the charging crossbow produced by the Howling Guards witnessed a wondrous sight.

The bolt fired from the crossbow, which had a sufficiently high poundage, pierced through the rookie knight's body—but the figure seemed somewhat blurry.

Just as he was about to blink to adjust his vision, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulders.

The knight holding the heavy hammer suddenly exclaimed and looked at the knight who had just realized something was wrong with his shoulder.

Before the latter could react, the man suddenly swung a heavy hammer and smashed it down on his head.

"Bang!!!!"

What's going on? Why are they fighting amongst themselves?!

These were the last words that appeared in his mind before he was sent flying and lost consciousness after his helmet was hit by the Originium Power Hammer and he was sent flying.

Then, through the twisted and deformed helmet, he saw an even more incredible sight.

The knight who had swung the hammer in a wide arc had just finished his attack. He was holding the hammer with both hands, as if he had just hit a baseball with all his might and hadn't yet put it back in its original position behind his back.

Meanwhile, the vegetable knight deftly tiptoed and stepped onto the hammerhead, placing himself perfectly within the opponent's blind spot.

The person who was knocked away didn't even understand the cause and effect of the scene before passing out due to a severe concussion.

"Click".

Immediately afterwards, the vegetable knight made a downward stomping motion, it was not clear how much force he used, but it caused the knight holding the hammer to fall backward uncontrollably. The hammer that he had been swinging like a toy in his hands actually crushed his body.

You should know that this knight was a burly, hoofed man.

For the knight himself, it felt as if the weight of a thousand mountains had been poured into his hammer.

The knight fell backward, the entire hammer sinking into the artificial ground, the handle and his tightly clenched hands pressing into the not-so-soft earth.

When he saw the rookie knight standing near his head through his tilted gaze, he was about to get up when he was stepped on by someone's foot.

If the hammer blow just now felt like a thousand mountains being poured into him, then now he subjectively felt as if the entire land of Terra was pressing down on his body.

This is just a metaphor, since his body wasn't directly trampled through, but being sunk nearly a meter into the ground was enough to render him unable to move.

The rookie knight jumped out of the crater he had created, his movements momentarily still.

This gap gave the audience some time to catch their breath, and the commotion in the arena subsided at that moment.

The commentator, who should have been praising these amazing performances, was unable to give a full commentary during that time, because the activity lasted only two or three seconds, making it impossible for him to quickly organize his thoughts.

Therefore, all he could do was utter the simplest yet most expressive sound of amazement to the audience who had come to their senses:

"Ughh ...

The two knights were instantly defeated!

What those in power couldn't see clearly, they could see perfectly well from the sidelines. Even if the actions were extremely fast, they could analyze what had happened based on a brief pause.

The rookie knight dodged the crossbow bolt!

The next instant, just like the racial appearance displayed by his armor—like Felin—he nimbly landed on the shooter's shoulder.

Then, the knight with the bulging hooves noticed Tomat's arrival and immediately struck Tomat on the shoulder.

Unfortunately, he didn't thoughtfully tell the unfortunate knight why he swung the hammer.

And judging from the condition of that unfortunate knight, this Feng Ti owes more than just one explanation!

Moreover, he didn't hit the vegetable knight, because the latter stepped directly on the hammer that was swinging at high speed, so fast that the sturdy hoof knight didn't even realize why the other had disappeared.

Just when people thought his selling point was his agility, the fall of the Horseman of the Plump Hoof proved that the video circulating on video websites of "punching the Horseman of the Rusty Bronze" was not edited.

Strength? Weight?

Overpowering Minos, known for his brute force, and even embedding him into the terrain, would be believable even if it were described as Originium Arts adding weight or softening the ground.

But only non-infected people can participate!

Furthermore, the old-fashioned armor of the vegetable knight had no spellcasting units whatsoever!

This is just pure skill and brute force!

"How about I give you a little more time to go find some equipment?"

The remaining knights did not take any further action.

They were hesitant, even seriously considering this "condition" that seemed like a joke and at the same time completely looked down on them.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter 49 Do you take me for a casual person?

"Drink it!!!"

Wielding twin swords, the Victorian knight unleashed dazzling swordsmanship. Simultaneously, thanks to the Originium Arts units within her armor, her entire body was enveloped in a smoky aura, making it difficult to discern the trajectory of her sword strikes.

The dense attacks, coupled with the obstruction of vision, mean that under normal circumstances, once you get into close combat with them, you will be put on the defensive because you cannot judge where the attack is coming from.

[It's Danse, the rookie independent rider from the third division! And his signature move is known as 'Maze Dance'!]

[He abandons his shield, but his unparalleled swordsmanship allows him to deflect all ranged attacks, from crossbow bolts to magical strikes! Once he launches an attack, the billowing smoke becomes his best wingman! You could try your luck and charge into his attack range to deliver a blow! But those who do so will only be left with battered bodies and regrettable defeat after the smoke clears!]

The Cavaliers' lapse in concentration drew the ire of the audience.

"Go on!"

"What are you standing there for!?"

"Are you afraid of being ganged up on by more than ten people?!"

Whether it was the atmosphere of the competition or the tasks they were responsible for, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue to face the unexpected difficulties.

Like the Victorian knight, they brought out their best skills. Their opponent was not someone they could hold back their strength against; only by going all out could they have a slight chance of winning—at least that's what they thought.

Even if you are attacked by a group, even if the victory is dishonorable, defeating the person in front of you will not only bring you more rewards, but also the opportunity to rise to prominence.

Because the audience no longer feels that "besieging" is an unfair thing.

The current situation is that a group of weak knights are challenging a "more powerful being".

The chaotic battles that used to pit each other against each other have been transformed into a challenge tournament with no limit on the number of players on either side.

"I'm curious, can you see things clearly yourself?"

Victoria's knights were still charging when the voice of the rookie knight could be heard from afar.

He didn't answer, and the answer, of course, was "I can see it."

After all, his armor had the best sensors from his homeland. The fog that others couldn't see through was as clear as a sunny day after the rain in his eyes, allowing him to launch attacks on the weaknesses that his opponents couldn't see because of their hesitation.

"In close combat, the advantage is mine! This tattered armor can be easily cut through, and no matter how strong the body is, it's still just flesh and blood!"

Thinking this, Knight Victoria saw the rookie knight in front of her and suddenly leaned back slightly, as if taking a deep breath. However, due to the obstruction of the armor, this subtle movement was not very clear.

The rookie knight pulled down the lower half of his helmet, revealing half of his face that wasn't particularly recognizable.

What is he trying to do? Is he going to shout something?

The doubts in his heart did not make the knight hesitate in his sprint; the distance between him and the rookie knight was still closing at an astonishing speed.

The others were also waiting for the moment to attack, even if it meant getting involved with the Victorian knight, they would all join in!

Just as the knight's thick fog was about to envelop his opponent, and the others were poised to launch their attacks, the rookie knight suddenly opened his mouth wide:

"drink!!!!!!"

The deafening roar echoed throughout the entire competition area, causing the broadcasting system to emit harsh static.

People instinctively covered their ears, but their gaping mouths showed they didn't understand any scientific principles for deliberately reducing vibration.

Rather, it was because they seemed to see a physical shockwave, which the Rookie Knight roared out of his mouth and, like a pillar, directly struck the thick fog enveloping the Victoria Knight.

That was not an illusion.

The roar tore through the ground beneath their feet, leaving behind a curved trench, and the Victoria Knight, who was in the middle of the trench, stopped in his tracks.

The thick fog that had enveloped him was gone, and fine cracks appeared on his gold and white armor.

The two longswords he held in his hands were bent backward at a ninety-degree angle, like a dowsing rod held upside down. The feather ornaments on his helmet were also straightened and parallel to the ground, as if blown by a strong wind.

"boom!"

He fell forward with a thud without a sound, still in the final moments of his sprint.

[Out...out! The rookie from the third division didn't even get a chance to touch the rookie knight, and was defeated by a single "roar"!? But I can assure you this isn't fake! My ears were just severely damaged too! I wonder how those knights with their microphones on are feeling right now?]

The answer is definitely not much better.

The Victoria Knight, who was directly hit, was eliminated on the spot, and the others, at this close range, had an extremely difficult time even standing firm, let alone launching an attack as originally planned.