Chapter 526 - 408: Knight Tournament Finals
Chapter 526: Chapter 408: Knight Tournament Finals
Next up was the final match of the Grand Knight Arena.
The two facing off were Evelyn, the "Half-Elf Divine Archer," and Olaf, the "Berserker" from the Northern Barbarian Race with the Frenzy Talent.
It was the ultimate showdown between Power and speed.
Olaf’s fighting style was simple and brutal.
He held no weapon; his fists, bigger than sandbags, were his most terrifying weapons.
As soon as the match began, he let out a beastly roar and immediately went into a Berserk state.
His body visibly swelled, and dark red Magic Patterns appeared on his bronze skin.
A violent, bloodthirsty aura erupted from him.
Like a maddened bull, he ignored Evelyn’s arrows, charging headlong through a volley that could pierce steel plates as he launched a desperate assault on her.
Evelyn’s expression turned grave.
’She knew that against such an unreasonable opponent, all technique and positioning were meaningless.’
’The only way was to take him down completely with her strongest attack before he could get close.’
She took a deep breath and drew a unique arrow from her quiver.
The arrowhead was polished from the Crystal Core of some Magical Beast, engraved with complex Magic Runes that pulsed with astonishing Magic Power.
"Tornado!"
Evelyn poured all her Fighting Spirit into this single arrow.
The arrow flew from the bowstring, transforming into a streak of cyan light.
It didn’t fly toward Olaf’s body, but instead detonated above his head with a BOOM.
In an instant, a massive cyan tornado composed of countless Wind Blades materialized from thin air, trapping the charging Olaf securely within.
"ROAR!"
Olaf let out an enraged roar, swinging his fists and desperately trying to break free from the storm’s grasp.
But the tornado, formed from countless Wind Blades, was simply too tenacious.
Each of his attacks was weakened and neutralized by innumerable Wind Blades.
And Evelyn seized the opportunity.
Nocking arrow after arrow, she unleashed her fury upon the trapped Olaf, firing in a rapid barrage like a cannon.
Finally, when the storm dissipated, Olaf was covered in blood. He collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud, completely drained of his will to fight.
And with that, the champion of the Grand Knight Arena was decided.
Finally, it was time for the highly anticipated Earth Knight final.
Fenrir’s Frost Power versus Tyrion.
Tyrion’s Recovery and Regeneration Ability was simply monstrous.
Fenrir swiftly attacked, each blow leaving wounds on Tyrion’s body deep enough to show bone. But those injuries would always heal rapidly within a few short breaths.
And while Fenrir’s Frost Power could greatly restrict Tyrion’s movements, it couldn’t inflict any fatal damage.
The battle fell into a stalemate.
It was a pure battle of attrition.
A contest of whose Fighting Spirit was more abundant, and whose will was more resolute.
In the end, after the fight had lasted for nearly an hour, it was Fenrir who had the last laugh.
He seized an opportunity and, with his indestructible Ice Crystal Warhammer, brutally slammed half of Tyrion’s body into the ground.
Not even Tyrion, fused with a crystal from the Spring of Life, could recover from an injury of that magnitude in a short time.
With that, the champions of all three arenas were crowned.
The grand feast for Knights, which had lasted for half a month, finally came to a close.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entirety of Black Stone Castle in a warm, golden light.
In the Knight Plaza, the day-long clamor, far from diminishing, reached a new crescendo with the conclusion of the finals.
Everyone’s face was filled with an insatiable excitement as they loudly discussed the spectacular duels they had just witnessed and the formidable experts who had shone so brightly in the arena.
Meanwhile, the Knights who had placed in the competition stood below the fighting stage with their heads held high, basking in the gazes of admiration and envy from the surrounding crowd.
This was their moment of glory.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
The stirring beat of war drums sounded once more, silencing the chatter.
Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Raylo slowly ascended the high platform.
All eyes were fixed on him.
"Brave Knights."
Raylo’s voice rang out.
"Today, I have seen your courage, I have seen your glory, and I have seen the sweat and blood you shed for victory."
"Every single one of you is a true Warrior!"
Raylo’s words once again ignited the passion of every Knight present.
They raised their fists and let out a heaven-shaking cheer.
To receive praise from the mouth of this legendary Lord was, for them, the highest possible honor.
Raylo raised his hand and gently pressed it down.
The plaza immediately fell silent again.
"Now, it is time to fulfill my promise."
A slight smile appeared on Raylo’s face.
"Let’s have the victors of our tournament come up to the stage to receive their awards!"
As his voice fell.
As a dedicated announcer called out their names, the Knights who had placed in the tournament walked onto the stage, heads held high, under the gazes of the thousands in attendance.
From the top sixteen, to the top eight, and then to the third and second-place finishers.