Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Wall.

rock.

Therefore, he will not, like an amateur with an axe, injure himself while chopping down trees due to improper force or angle.

—That's how it should be.

It slashed at Tomat's giant axe with a whooshing sound, but did not make the expected sound after reaching its target position.

There was no sound of airflow disturbance when the shot missed, nor the collision sound that should have been heard after the shot hit the target or was blocked by a defense.

In stark contrast to the noisy audience, there was a quiet that perfectly matched the Blood Knight's abruptly stopped action.

"!!!"

The axe blade, relentlessly cleaving towards the head, remained parallel to the ground as it cut in, stopping just inches from the side of the knight's helmet.

What stopped it from moving forward was those fingers that showed absolutely no force.

The knight, his fingers encased in armor, raised to the side of his head and, with a backhand motion unsuitable for exerting force, caught the blade of the blood knight's great axe.

After that, it could not move forward even an inch.

"What am I chopping?"

The unexpected resistance made the Blood Knight feel, for a moment, that he was not trying to cut through the flesh and blood beneath his armor, but rather through a wall of steel, seemingly not belonging to this time, forged from thousands of layers of fine steel.

And clearly emanating from the other end of the battle axe, a monstrous strength that suppressed the slash and surpassed that of the barbarian knights who had fought before.

It wasn't mixed with any strange techniques; it was simply pure power without any impurities.

"The Blood Knight's direct attack—was easily blocked by the Novice Knight standing still!!! Are they locked in a stalemate? About to enter a power struggle!?"

Mob's commentary actually exposed a misunderstanding held by most of the audience.

In their view, what the rookie knight did is actually the same thing for some top players.

Whether it's instantly defeating an opponent or destroying the entire arena, other high-level players can do the same.

The rookie knight just showed off his arrogance; in a real fight, it would be difficult to determine who was better.

This idea is only half right.

After all, when the Blood Knights get serious, they can cause astonishingly large-scale destruction.

However, they misunderstood something more important—that is, they mistook the "power displayed by the rookie knight" for his full strength.

The so-called evenly matched situation never existed from the beginning.

"Did you hear that? They think we can have a strength contest."

Beneath the crimson helmet, the Blood Knight's gaze remained unwavering.

But he could sense that his opponent's gaze beneath his helmet wasn't taking these casual remarks seriously.

The anticipated stalemate vanished the moment Tomat spoke—he began to exert his strength, deflecting the Blood Knight's slash.

The sturdy arms and massive battle axe seemed unable to continue obeying the Blood Knight's control, gradually retreating as Tomat tried to defend himself.

"drink!!!"

Unable to pull the battle axe from Tomat's hand, the Blood Knight roared and struck Tomat with his empty left hand.

The crimson light condensed into a blood mist, which transformed into a sharper entity halfway through its swing. A scarlet blade appeared, slashing towards Tomat's other side with an attack even more ferocious than a battle axe.

"Click!!!"

This time, Tomat didn't wait until the attack was just out of reach to block it. Instead, he took the initiative to grab the Blood Blade with his other hand, then suddenly opened his arms, exposing both of them to their chests without taking any extra precautions.

Then, he leaned back dramatically, almost making his upper body parallel to the ground—his neck was tilted back so far that it was upside down.

Leaning back and throwing the other person away?

However, Platinum, who was watching the live stream from Rhodes Island, keenly sensed his true intentions. Upon seeing this charging motion, her forehead, which was not yet fully healed, began to throb.

This time, the force was definitely much greater than the force that hit her forehead.

"It's a headbutt!!!! Someone actually used such a rare move while fighting in armor!!!!"

Just before Tomat sprang into action, the commentator read aloud in disbelief what he had just witnessed.

Headbutts are not uncommon, but in knightly arenas, where everyone wears helmets and carries weapons, no one would use such a melee technique.

"ha!!!!!"

The bouncing of his body left afterimages of his head, and the explosive sound in the air could be clearly heard even from the outermost seats.

But Tomat's headbutt did not hit the Blood Knight's head.

His attack missed, and now he only had the Blood Knight's battle axe and blood blade in his hands. The owner of the weapons had released them before the attack even arrived and retreated dozens of meters away.

—The Fungi are very good at charging. In some regions, the Fungi tribes even have a tradition of fighting each other with their horns. In other words, competing with the Fungi in a headbutt contest is no different from competing with the Kuranta in a race.

Viewers holding such stereotypes naturally cannot understand why the Blood Knight is avoiding him.

The Blood Knight... escaped?

It's not a block.

It wasn't dodging either.

And there is no controversy about "escaping".

Blood Knight's fellow knights and club fans could hardly believe what they were seeing. In the instant he abandoned his weapon and fled, the image of the indomitable and powerful warrior that they had etched into their minds seemed to waver.

The Blood Knight himself seemed to be slow to realize his own actions, and was momentarily stunned.

He possessed the talent and strength to make even the Great Knight bow down.

He possessed a strong physique that Feng Ti was proud of.

It possesses powerful and ferocious Originium Arts.

hero.

champion.

These titles were earned through his overwhelming strength and hard-hitting fighting style, by battling head-on with others and using brute force to overcome skill.

The approval of others.

The coronation of others.

But all of this seemed so ridiculous in the face of a desperate escape.

The Blood Knight already felt that his instinctive reaction had disqualified him from continuing to possess them.

"Ignore those people. As long as you don't want to forfeit or run away from the ring, you are free to fight however you want."

"There's no need to care about their opinions or force yourself to maintain the image they have of you."

"I've met quite a few knights, but I always feel that they don't really like fighting."

"...or rather, I don't like fighting according to other people's ideas."

The blood-stained blade was crushed.

The battle axe fell from Tomat's hand, its massive mass landing on the ground without leaving a mark.

As he spoke, he approached the Blood Knight, and in the next instant, he disappeared from the Blood Knight's sight.

"If you don't show enough fighting spirit, I'll have to make you pay the price for coming here."

[Main Text] Terra Conquest: Chapter Thirty I, Tomat, hereby declare you champion

Originium Arts based on blood are extremely rare outside of the Sarkaz Blood Demon race, and the Blood Knight is a one-in-a-million exception.

Although he couldn't quite achieve some of the more bizarre and outlandish uses, he had already mastered them to a high degree.

By manipulating the flow of their own blood, they can enhance their muscle strength and suppress bleeding damage; create blood-like substances and solidify them into weapons; form swamp-like blood pools to restrict enemies and create blood mist to obstruct vision; and even restore their own stamina—but overall, the Blood Knight uses it more for offense.

You mean defense?

That's a Blood Knight with unparalleled strength; the best way to defend against it is to defeat your opponent with overwhelming power!

However, this principle—or rather, people's impression of the Blood Knight's style—was also broken when he made his first move to escape the attack.

"boom!!!!!"

An array of dozens of layers of bright red crystals blocked the Blood Knight's path, and Tomat's earlier disappearance was briefly interrupted by the explosion of countless crystals.

Tomat's lightning-fast attack was temporarily blocked by the "shield" created by the Blood Knight using Originium Arts.

This was also the first time he used his Originium Arts to create defenses.

The powerful offensive Originium Arts were used for passive defense, and this contrast—along with the sense of powerlessness—made the Blood Knight feel a mix of emotions.

But Tomat's offensive didn't give him time to savor the feelings.

The blood shield, which should have been impenetrable, failed to restrain the opponent's movements for too long. Through the heavy helmet, the image capture device in the center reminded the Blood Knight of the impending attack just before the fist, which left only a blurry shadow, struck.

There was no time to retreat!

The Blood Knight, having made this judgment, immediately adopted a less-than-wise response.

He stood still, legs taut, back bent, maintaining a common crouching posture in combat, with his thick arms guarding in front, ready to block the attack.

This stance is very common in boxing matches, and it helps users defend against blows aimed at vital points.

However, very few people adopt this stance in knightly competitions, and there is no need to use it.

But now he has no choice but to resort to this method.

With his weapon not at hand, and the consumption of creating a large number of blood shields earlier, he found it difficult to use Originium Arts again in such a short time.

—We have no choice but to take it!

With Tomat's reflexes, the Blood Knight's movement to set up a defense was incredibly slow. He could strike the chest or any other spot he wanted to hit much earlier, before the stance was even formed, or bypass the defense and attack other parts of the body after it was formed.

However, he did not choose to do so; he simply struck the Blood Knight's crossed arms directly.

The moment the armor clashed, a snow-white explosion of air expanded from the point of contact, compressing the air in the gap to its limit and unleashing a tremendous impact and sound.

"Aa ...

An almost roaring howl came from beneath the Blood Knight's helmet. His muscular body maintained a defensive stance, his arms still tightly wrapped around his chest, but his body leaned forward and his spine arched further.