Armored Cavalry, survive in a world full of mods

The two heavy axes were wielded like a whirlwind, working in perfect harmony and seamlessly connected, without the slightest flaw or gap. The only thing that was pressing down was the relentless, ferocious strikes that made it hard to breathe!

Suppression! A suppression with a clear and overwhelming intent! From beginning to end, the goal is to completely crush the enemy from the front, tearing them apart and killing them with a terrifying barrage of attacks. The slightest opening or carelessness will result in a terrible price to pay.

His steps were equally firm and steady, rarely moving, as if his legs were cast in the ground with steel. He never retreated a step from beginning to end, but instead pressed forward from time to time, hoping to break through the enemy's tough defense.

Meanwhile, Kalisi, the warrior from the Northern Legion, also defended impenetrably. The shield in his left hand, which was still relatively intact, was like an insurmountable wall of steel in his hands. In complete contrast to Kalila, he adopted a defensive strategy that consumed very little energy and was extremely reliable. He rarely used the iron staff in his right hand, and it seemed that he was being firmly suppressed by his opponent and was slowly retreating.

On the surface, it seemed that Karisi was at a disadvantage, but in the eyes of many people, this was a sign that he was about to launch a counterattack. Although a fierce attack like Karisi's had a terrifying suppressive force and could kill most opponents in an instant, it would also cause terrible physical exhaustion and was difficult to sustain. Once there was a slight pause, a huge flaw would be exposed.

The warriors of the Northern Legion were waiting for the moment when the enemy was exhausted, for that opportune moment to strike...

Two extremely threatening spiked axes swept across the shield in two fierce arcs. The sharp blades dragged across the leather shield, but because they were not sharpened, they did not cause much damage. They simply transferred the heavy force to the shield, which the opponent caught steadily after slightly adjusting his posture.

Instead of crashing directly to the ground, the battle axe deftly changed its trajectory in mid-air, hooking upwards again—once successful, it would flip the shield open from below, creating a rare opportunity for itself.

Calissi calmly lowered his center of gravity, then ended the exchange with a fierce charge... At the same time, he keenly realized that his opponent's speed had slowed down...

219 Battle for the Championship (3)

The heavy axe traced a cruel path like a whirlwind, enough to pulverize anything that accidentally fell into its storm. Whether it was sturdy iron armor or sharp swords, they would quickly fall to the ground. But it was powerless against heavy and tough shields, especially now that the blades had been sharpened to reduce weight.

Kalissi was also a master of the shield. He knew exactly how to defend against enemy attacks while maximizing his own stamina, ensuring the impact was just right, and maintaining a stance ready to launch an attack at any time. He was a man who could both defend and attack.

Moreover, he was well aware of the enormous physical exertion involved in armored combat. Even if his opponent was exceptionally talented, she was, after all, a woman and could not possibly be physically stronger than him... She would inevitably reveal weaknesses in the ensuing confrontation.

After ending the opponent's fierce attack with another charge, the subsequent pursuit was as futile as ever. Even though he was wearing heavy armor, his opponent was still very agile and easily dodged the blow.

Although he remained calm and composed, not even loosening his grip on his weapon, he was actually incredibly surprised. He had expected his opponent to have exhausted his strength a dozen or so moves ago and be completely suppressed by him. But now his opponent showed no signs of exhaustion; on the contrary, he seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

Even he was feeling a bit tired at this moment, sweating profusely in the warm sun... Despite focusing on defense, he couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed after the long tug-of-war.

Just now, the other party deliberately showed signs of exhaustion in order to lure him into making a bolder attack and abandoning his current impenetrable defense... In fact, he almost let her succeed and paid a price - he was hit on the shoulder by an axe before the situation returned to its current state.

Two heavy blows struck from left and right, like scissors slashing down simultaneously. At the same time, the notch behind the axe blade deftly hooked towards the edge of the shield. This was an extremely risky strike, almost abandoning any means of blocking or defense. It seemed that as long as the shield was used to block, the opponent would be wide open and easily hit.

However, Kalissi simply took two quick steps back, letting the two axes graz his shield without striking him squarely. His opponent then pressed forward without hesitation, further compressing his space and forcing him to take another step back.

It seemed like he had made a poor response, but after the exchange just now, he was certain that his opponent had a backup plan. That overly reckless attack was definitely a tempting trap, waiting for a truly careless prey to fall into it, and then tearing it apart and killing it without hesitation.

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Karila took two deep breaths, then bounced back slightly, the armor plates on her body making a crisp sound as they rubbed together. Sweat had soaked her hair and was dripping from her chin.

She looked quite disheveled now—not only was her hair soaked with sweat and stuck to her scalp, but her face was also covered in grime and sweat. She looked completely disheveled and was nothing like the imposing figure she had just been.

After just a slight movement of his sore shoulders, his arms, which had been numb and aching, immediately felt relaxed as if they had been immersed in ice water. The fatigue disappeared almost entirely, and he once again began to search for his opponent's weaknesses with renewed vigor.

This is a rather formidable opponent... Karila realized this from the very beginning, so she had already put in her best effort to deal with it, but the battle was still too difficult and long. Even now, with her best foot combat skills, she still couldn't find a weakness in her opponent and was stuck in a very rigid tug-of-war.

Perhaps a stronger man would have collapsed from exhaustion by now, right?... She couldn't help but smile, but that didn't matter to her.

Back when she was traveling alone in the vast, barren, and bitterly cold land of the North, she had already gotten used to exhaustion, to the bitter cold, and to hunger. Sometimes she would go for days without rest or a full meal. She was surprised that she had survived and had become stronger and more resilient.

"You're already very tired, aren't you?"

Looking at the slight rise and fall of her chainmail mask, and listening to her shallow, yet increasingly rapid, breathing, Karila grinned, confirming her judgment.

The opponent froze for a moment. Although his face was not visible, a sense of surprise and confusion was clearly conveyed, as if he had heard someone say what he wanted to say.

"I still have plenty of energy left, so get ready..."

As if she had made up her mind, Karila's offensive suddenly became frenzied. The swinging axe struck the shield like a storm, causing the leather to turn white and deform visibly, until it could no longer withstand the force and was torn apart, like a wooden board being smashed by a hammer, displaying the purest form of violence.

The sudden increase in pressure caught Kalissi off guard, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. His shield began to break down rapidly, making him increasingly uneasy... To make matters worse, the opponent's attacks became faster and faster! It was as if they weren't even breathing, leaving no openings for him to counterattack. His previously calm emotions began to fluctuate.

He quickly realized that he had to make a choice—his opponent still had plenty of energy, and if he continued, he would only be suppressed and defeated.

A thought flashed through his mind, and before the opponent's next axe blow could come, Kalissi took a step to the side and stomped heavily, shifting his weight to his right foot. As he deflected the shield, his right hand swung the iron staff fiercely at the opponent's knee!

The first axe struck the shield, cutting deep into the already damaged leather and tearing off a whole piece of hard cowhide to reveal the hard, clean oak underneath, still with traces of yellow glue.

The second axe slashed fiercely at his shoulder because of his movement, and at the last moment he used his sturdy and heavy shoulder armor to block it. His whole body tilted to the left because of the fierce blow, and the intense pain made him feel as if his shoulder had been cut off at the root. The stacked thick armor plates twisted and deformed, but still blocked the blow solidly!

His heart was pounding so hard it could barely contain itself! The iron staff in his right hand slammed solidly into his opponent's knee, producing a dull, heavy thud. The gold-plated steel knee pads were deformed by this terrifyingly powerful attack, the bones inside clearly damaged. His foot, firmly planted in the yellow sand, staggered to the side, his opponent's balance was now compromised!

I won!!

He could hardly contain himself and wanted to cheer – in such a contest, even a moment's lapse could have serious consequences, not to mention losing one's balance.

Just as he was eager to give chase, a strong pull on his left hand made his expression change! The dark leather strap was firmly gripped by a hand clad in chainmail gloves, and with a forceful tug, his opponent's previously weakened balance instantly stabilized. And the gleaming helmet was growing larger and larger in his eyes!

boom!

The chainmail faceplate rattled as it was hit, the heavy force transmitted solidly to the bridge of his nose, a strong soreness surged to his head, and a buzzing sound like bees swirling in his ears filled his ears, causing his head to tilt uncontrollably backward.

In that instant, his body stiffened, his limbs went numb, and he was completely exposed, while his opponent showed no intention of letting the opportunity slip by...

The heavy axe slammed into his chest and abdomen, the sturdy, neatly trimmed armor plates clanging metallically as they struck his skin along with the inner lining of his chainmail, causing him to involuntarily bend over. Then, a fierce knee strike brought his head back up...

He had almost completely lost the ability to think, his mind blank... but he hadn't completely lost it—realizing that his opponent would be launching a fierce and relentless pursuit, and was fighting just as fiercely. Gritting his teeth, he recklessly slammed the iron staff forward! He wanted to push his opponent back and buy himself some breathing time.

Even though she was completely caught in the opponent's offensive, this strike was still accurate, ruthless, and fast! It pierced Carila's side with a tricky stab, leaving a trail of sparks along the armor plate!

Even with the protection of heavy armor, a tearing pain, almost suffocating, was transmitted through her. The powerful iron staff struck her vulnerable side and armpit, causing Karila to groan involuntarily.

Such pain would have made a strong man crouch on the ground, gasping for breath, but she only let out a muffled groan, and then continued her fierce attack as if nothing had happened, swinging her double axes high from top to bottom and chopping at the opponent's helmet!

boom!

With a crisp metallic clang, the two axes were raised high, the immense recoil almost causing them to slip from his grasp. Kalissi, holding the iron staff, shrunk down slightly, the staff he held in his right hand trembling slightly, emitting a clear metallic hum. Two visible dents appeared on the steel staff's shaft!

In the clash of steel, a terrifying force attempted to escape through the steel body, but a pair of strong, muscular hands firmly bound the axe handle, calming the rapidly trembling blade. Then, it drew another arc, slashing diagonally downwards towards the opponent's shoulder, and finally collided fiercely with the opponent's upward slash. Then, because of this all-out attack, they separated, leaving only gaps and marks on each other's weapons.

There was no chance to catch one's breath, no pause, and no moment of carelessness... What unfolded before everyone's eyes was this most intense and frenzied battle. Neither side had much time to think; they could only rely on their instincts to swing their weapons and parry attacks, consuming each other's will, strength, and even lives in the most brutal way.

The entire arena fell silent; many had even forgotten to cheer. This unimaginable scene had captured everyone's attention. No one dared to breathe loudly, afraid of disturbing the birth of the champion. Only the surging, tide-like crowd proved they were living, breathing beings full of passion and fervor.

Even many of the soldiers maintaining order were stunned.

Karila, who was attacking frantically, stumbled for a moment, but recovered in the next instant. Her deformed knee armor was soaked with blood flowing from her knees—the skin there had been torn and bleeding under the terrifying force, and even the bones might have been damaged, but she couldn't see it now...

A searing pain, like burning embers, was spreading down her arms. Her hands, gripping the axe, were growing weaker and weaker, signaling that the last vestige of her muscle fibers' potential was being squeezed out, pushing her to the brink of overload. Yet, the speed at which she swung the axe didn't slow down at all; instead, it became even more ferocious and violent, like a raging fire fueled by the wind!

We cannot relax or back down; if we slacken our efforts again, all our hard work will be in vain!

Faster! Faster! Don't give your opponent a chance to breathe, don't give him a chance to counterattack! Seize this sweet and glorious victory for yourself.

The spinning axe struck the upright iron staff with maximum speed and force along the arc of the arm's swing. But this time, instead of a clean bounce after a head-on collision, the upright iron staff, unable to bear the weight, tilted to one side, causing the opponent's shoulder to sway to the side as well.

Without the slightest hesitation, he charged forward... Accompanied by the heavy thud of his heavily armored body crashing onto the yellow sand and the sound of heavy breathing, Kalissi, staring at the battle axe spikes before him, gasped for breath as if his lungs were about to burst. He tossed his iron staff aside and, in the suddenly silent arena, spoke after a long while:

"You're almost out of energy too, aren't you?... After all, you were the one who initiated the attack, so you should be expending more energy... I didn't expect you to use the same method a second time, and it's actually working..."

Karila smiled, straightened up, and casually tossed aside the axe in her hand. Then, without hesitation, she fell heavily backward, crashing into the yellow sand.

"I still have a little energy left, not much, but not to the point of exhaustion... just enough for me to finish this match."

A thunderous roar of surprise echoed throughout the arena, and countless petals rained down. The new Imperial Champion had appeared!

220 Chief (1)

"Ouch! Ouch! Be gentle, be gentle!!"

Karila, lying on the white sheet, let out bursts of groans, desperately trying to shrug her waist, which had beautiful abs, to the other side, hoping to alleviate the excruciating pain and numbness.

Wearing a long white apron, Talina showed no mercy, extending her slender yet strong hands to gently press on the other's bruised and swollen ribs. Each press was accompanied by a groan of pain.

"What? The dignified Imperial Champion can't even tolerate this little bit of pain? Don't move. I need to check him over carefully to prevent any broken or dislocated bones from going undetected, which could cause serious trouble later..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl increased the force in her hand. This immediately made the wails in the room even sharper. Tormented by the bone-deep pain, Karila desperately pounded the bed beneath her, making a loud, clanging sound.

After a long while, this grueling examination finally stopped. Kalila, drenched in sweat, lay on the bed, panting heavily. With only Talina present, she carelessly left her clothes open, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath.

"Damn it, why does it hurt so much! I was bitten by a wolf before and it didn't hurt this much!"

"Because you broke three bones."

Tarina walked over with a frown, a small bowl in her hand burning with flames, emitting a pungent smell of distilled spirits, and a short cotton thread burning inside.

“If we had let you go out and run around on your own, the broken ribs could have caused you more serious injuries… Luckily we managed to drag you over here and raise your arm.”

"Oh."

Karila did as she was told, and then a sharp pain shot through her ribs, making her grimac and shudder, but she managed to maintain her posture.

A thin silver needle pierced the bluish skin, causing black blood to seep out. Tarina chanted incantations and gently tapped the small bowl with the silver needle. The burning flame flickered slightly and turned into a clear blue. Under this blue flame, the tiny needle prick, which should have stopped bleeding quickly, began to bleed continuously, each drop a deep color.

The large bruise on his side shrank visibly in the firelight, and soon his skin returned to its cold, translucent color. Not a drop of the oozing blood fell onto the towel that had been placed underneath.

Seeing that the bruises had faded, Talina slowly brought the small bowl close to her fair skin, letting the flame flicker across it quickly. Before Karila could react, she had already turned and placed the bowl on the table.

"Okay, as long as you don't do any strenuous exercise for a while, there won't be any problems. Roll up your pants too, let me take a look at your knees."

For some reason, even though the other person was a gentle girl, Karila inexplicably felt that Tarina was very authoritative at this moment, almost comparable to Thesolius sitting in the central command tent, full of an unquestionable air, making people involuntarily do as he said...

Her armor had long been removed, leaving her only in black trousers and a light yellow linen shirt. Karila bent down, rolled up her trouser legs above her knees, and her lips twitched slightly, revealing her swollen knees.

Tarina calmly half-squatted down, gently pressing her fingers on the swollen area, repeatedly asking how the other person felt, carefully considering and feeling the area before finally standing up after a long while.

"There's nothing too serious, and no bones are broken... The force of that blow was truly terrifying. It caused this level of injury even through the steel leg guards. If it had been hit a few more times, it wouldn't have been impossible for it to break the knee."

“Yes, that guy is really amazing…” Karila nodded seriously.

"As expected of the famous warrior of the Northern Legion... although he's still a bit inferior to me! On the way back just now, a lot of people blocked my way and wouldn't let me pass. They all gave me food and flowers! Even the most respected elders in our area don't receive this kind of treatment. Coming to the South was definitely the right choice!"

Seeing how quickly the other person became smug and overconfident, Tarina couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"I should congratulate you, but there's something I have to remind you of now—the adults seem quite angry because of your reckless and risky actions, and they want you to go see them after you've treated your injuries."

Just as Karila was about to continue expressing her excitement, she suddenly stopped all her movements, as if she had been cast into a plaster statue. The muscles on her face froze, and the excited light in her eyes quickly dimmed.

After a long while, she finally broke free of her stiff posture, turned her head, and looked at Talina with an expectant yet ingratiating gaze, as if she were looking at a savior.

"Dr. Talina... I think my injuries might require a couple of days of rest, so I should avoid dangerous activities as much as possible, right?..."

Talina remained expressionless.

"I'm sorry, but after treatment, your injuries are no longer serious. You can run back to the barracks on your own two legs without any problems, so you can't stay here for long."

"No, I think I can..."

"No, you can't."

With a hint of mischievousness, Tarina shooed Karila, whose injuries had been treated, out of her medical room and wished her a safe journey...

…………

A few minutes later, a sighing Karila was already walking through the well-planned, vast and complex mansion. Her usual energetic demeanor had disappeared, and she looked somewhat timid and hesitant.

It's worth mentioning that although she was dressed in simple casual clothes, she carried an exquisite metal wine pot in her right hand. The pot was made of gold, silver, and copper, and the three metals were perfectly matched with each other using exquisite craftsmanship, resulting in a natural and beautiful transition between colors. It was seamless, as if they were one piece—just based on this craftsmanship alone, even if it were made with the cheapest materials, it would be enough to sell for a high price.

The origin of this wine jug is even more extraordinary—after her opponent fell first, although she was also momentarily unsteady on her feet due to exhaustion and pain and sat down on the ground, she eventually got up quickly and became the final victor.

At that moment, the entire stadium erupted in cheers, tens of thousands of mouths chanting her name. Even the sun seemed to hide its brilliance, daring not to overshadow her. The master of ceremonies solemnly announced her victory, and unparalleled glory and splendor descended upon her.

Even though she was a little slow on the uptake in some ways, Karila realized that this was probably the most glorious moment of her life. She couldn't stop smiling, and she was even a little unsteady on her feet. Her legs felt weak from excitement, and she felt energetic all over. Her back and legs were no longer sore, and even her shoulders, which had been exhausted just moments before, were now flexible and strong.

Then the emperor stepped forward and announced her as the champion, and generously bestowed upon her a large reward... To this day, she still doesn't know exactly how much she received; she only remembers being so overwhelmed by the information that she couldn't tell the difference at all.

Then, Thesolius suddenly appeared from the side, and without saying a word, tossed down a heavy object. Had she not caught it in time, the exquisite wine jug might have shattered on the ground… Then, in a booming voice, he announced on the spot that he was to be the chief centurion of the legion…

Although it felt a bit strange, the gift from Lord Tersolius was still very rare and unusual. He was in high spirits today, having almost everything that a person could want in their lifetime. So he happily drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, which aroused cheers that shook the entire arena.

...Now that I think about it, Lord Tersolius's gaze at that time seemed to have a rather meaningful quality.

He shuddered violently, clutching the wine jug to his chest, hoping that this proof of victory would earn him some leniency.

Just as she was walking hurriedly with her head down, a clear and loud voice suddenly rang out from beside her:

"Hey, our champion, what's your hurry? You're about to knock someone over."

Carila reacted instantly, taking a light step to the side. With lightning speed, she darted past the maid carrying a stack of plates, like a fish slipping through a crack in the rocks of a stream.

At the same time, she looked up at her side—Colin was standing there with one foot on the knee-high railing, looking at her with a very dashing posture. His robe was obviously freshly changed and still showed signs of ironing.

Meanwhile, her boots were polished to a shine, and her belt was exquisite. At first glance, she could easily be mistaken for a handsome young man... In fact, she had been mistaken for a young man quite often when she went out in this manner these past few days, and was frequently greeted by enthusiastic girls.

"The master wants me to go see him... Wait, what are you going to do now?"

Karila casually agreed, but then it suddenly dawned on her that the other person was wearing freshly ironed clothes and polished boots, looking like they were preparing for an important event, and definitely not just waiting for her here… The shrewd girl sensed a glimmer of hope in this…

"Don't you know? This matter is closely related to you." Colin put her other foot on the railing, then jumped down lightly and nimbly, revealing a free and easy demeanor. Her golden hair fluttered with her movements, revealing her smooth and fair face.

"I heard from my servant that to celebrate your championship victory, the master decided to treat us to a meal, and it was made with rare ingredients sent from the palace, and the master cooked it himself..."