Chapter 524 - 407: Knight Tournament in Progress
Chapter 524: Chapter 407: Knight Tournament in Progress
The Heavy Knight slammed his Tower Shield onto the ground with a dull thud, tucking his entire body behind it, leaving only a pair of wary eyes exposed.
He knew very well that against a Half-Elf known for her agility and Archery, the best strategy was to mount a solid defense and wait for an opening to counterattack.
However, Evelyn gave him no such opportunity.
She drew an ordinary Feathered Arrow from the Quiver on her back and nocked it on her elegantly shaped Longbow.
"HUMMM!"
The vibration of the bowstring was so faint it was nearly inaudible.
A silver streak instantly crossed the dozens of meters between them.
’So fast!’
It was so fast that by the time the Heavy Knight’s pupils contracted, the arrow was already upon him.
"CLANG!"
A crisp sound rang out.
The seemingly ordinary Feathered Arrow had precisely struck the viewing slit on his massive Tower Shield.
The Feathered Arrow passed through the viewing slit, grazing his cheek as it flew by.
Before he even had time to react.
"WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!"
Three more arrows followed in quick succession.
The three arrows, fired almost simultaneously in a triangular pattern, targeted the top-left corner, top-right corner, and bottom center of his Shield.
The Heavy Knight roared furiously, pouring all his Fighting Spirit into the Shield.
However, Evelyn’s arrows were far from as simple as he imagined.
Just as the three arrows were about to hit the Shield, the fletching at their tails suddenly pulsed with a faint cyan light.
’Wind Element!’
The arrows’ trajectories traced three bizarre arcs in the air, perfectly bypassing the massive Tower Shield.
One arrow struck his shield-bearing left shoulder.
Another struck the wrist of his axe-wielding right hand.
And the last one cunningly flew under the Shield to strike his right ankle, which served as his anchor.
"AH!"
The Heavy Knight cried out in pain, his body instantly losing its balance.
A sharp pain shot through his shield-bearing left shoulder, making it impossible to hold up the heavy Tower Shield.
His right wrist, which held the War Axe, was pierced through, and the weapon fell to the ground with a CLATTER.
The excruciating pain in his right ankle forced him down onto one knee.
The entire exchange happened in the blink of an eye.
From the moment Evelyn fired her first arrow to the Heavy Knight being completely incapacitated, less than five breaths had passed.
Evelyn slowly lowered her Longbow, her beautiful emerald eyes showing not the slightest ripple of emotion.
"I surrender..."
The struggling Heavy Knight squeezed those two words out through gritted teeth.
His face was a mask of pain and resentment, but what showed most was a profound sense of powerlessness.
He was defeated without even touching the hem of her clothes.
The Half-Elf before him was a Magic Knight; her arrows, imbued with Tracking Magic, were a powerful counter to a Heavy Knight like him.
Silence once again fell over the area surrounding the Great Knight arena.
If Fenrir’s victory was achieved through absolute Power and bloodline suppression...
...then Evelyn’s was a victory of pure, overwhelming skill.
"Impressive Archery."
Avril couldn’t help but murmur in admiration.
As a fellow woman, she was particularly appreciative of Evelyn’s dashing, heroic air.
Raylo nodded.
’Evelyn’s control over the Wind Element is still rudimentary, but she’s already showing astonishing talent.
Her Archery doesn’t rely on Power and precision alone; it incorporates magical trajectories.
Given time, her accomplishments will surely surpass those of a mere Great Knight.’
Raylo’s gaze finally settled on the most crowded and chaotic of the Knight arenas.
Here, over seven hundred Official Knights were engaged in a primitive, bloody struggle to advance to the next round.
These battles lacked the sweeping Fighting Spirit of the Earth Knights and the dazzling techniques of the Great Knights.
All that remained was a pure contest of Power, speed, and will.
Swords clashed and blood flew.
In nearly every match, someone was injured, some even carried off the field.
Raylo’s eyes scanned the crowd.
Soon, he found the figure who interested him most.
Nord.
The lucky soul who had unexpectedly received the Dragon Blood Knight badge.
At the moment, Nord looked completely unremarkable.
He wore a standard-issue suit of the most common Leather Armor and wielded an equally ordinary Knight’s Longsword.
His opponent was a burly man, half a head taller, who swung his Two-Handed Greatsword with ferocious, whistling power.
Under the burly man’s torrential assault, Nord was steadily forced back. He looked to be in constant peril, barely managing to parry the blows, and was completely on the defensive.
"Is this kid gonna make it?"
Nearby, a spectating Knight curled his lip and spoke with disdain.
"I doubt it. That guy with the Great Sword is at Tier One Knight Peak, at least. This Nord fellow is probably just a greenhorn who’s barely started."
Raylo, however, saw something unusual in Nord’s seemingly clumsy movements.
Though Nord was retreating, his footing was exceptionally stable. It was as if each step landed on the very pulse of the earth.
His blocks seemed strenuous, yet each one precisely met the weakest point of his opponent’s attack.
Raylo could clearly sense the faint Dragon Blood Power in Nord’s body. It was flowing slowly with his Fighting Spirit Circulation, gradually enhancing his physical constitution.