Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 458 The Fall of the King
Li Wei's words were like ice water poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting the savagery within Harland's soul fire.

Give him three moves?!
This utterly contemptuous provocation, like the most vicious curse, brutally trampled on the dignity of the Death Knight.

He was a powerful lord of Debe in life and a terrifying being who commanded an army of the dead after death. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
His every word and action will determine the life and death of countless people, yet now he needs others to give him three moves?
“Li Wei, you’re too arrogant. You seem calm on the surface, but deep down you have an unparalleled arrogance. You’ll suffer a great loss because of this, but if you can get through this period, you’ll become quite terrifying,” Harland said hoarsely.

No one can go on without suffering losses. The smooth sailing you have now is just the beginning of future troubles. But if you can get through them, you will surely be transformed and become extraordinary.

"Enough talk, let's draw our swords." Li Wei floated back lightly, like a feather, creating a hundred paces between them. He gently placed the slightly flushed Kalis on the ground before facing his opponent.

Livy was willing to show some respect to this former king of Debe.

The surrounding soldiers quickly made way for the two to fight to the death, fearing that the aftershocks of the battle between the strong would affect the innocent. Even the undead gathered outside the hall, like lifeless stones, eerily silent, and not one dared to step inside.

“Li Wei, since we are both knights with superb swordsmanship, how about we settle our differences with swordsmanship?” Harland said calmly, slowly raising the Biva sword in his hand. The blade was covered with intricate and exquisite patterns and shimmered with a deep blue light.

"The winner decides the fate of the other."

"No way!" the old prime minister almost blurted out.

Everyone knows that their Dragon Knight's Holy Light cultivation is unparalleled, and coupled with his natural advantage against the undead, he can easily defeat the undead with his Holy Light. Yet now he has to abandon his greatest advantage to compare swordsmanship.

Everyone knows that His Majesty Haaland was a renowned swordsman in his youth.

Even if they become undead, these sword techniques will not die with them.

The few remaining nobles and priests of the Holy Light Church around them, though silent, clearly conveyed the same meaning through their eyes.

However, someone interrupted them as soon as they were about to speak.

“As you wish, Your Majesty Harland,” Li Wei readily agreed.

Although he has almost always relied on brute force to get to where he is today, anyone who overlooks his swordsmanship because of this will likely pay with their life.

Using brute force to crush someone doesn't mean his swordsmanship is terrible. On the contrary, if he were to cultivate battle qi, he would undoubtedly be a master swordsman, a renowned expert.

The reason I didn't use swordsmanship was because I didn't encounter an equally matched enemy.

Does a person need exquisite knife skills to kill an ant? They can just crush it with a finger.

It's clear that Haaland is very confident in his swordsmanship.

Coincidentally, the same goes for you, my lord.

When both sides are so confident, they can often reach a tacit understanding that is difficult for outsiders to comprehend.

"The sword is named Biwa. It was forged by a legendary dwarf blacksmith when King Debechu was young, during his travels across the continent in search of blue copper and adamantite ingots. It weighs 108 pounds, is incredibly sharp, and once beheaded a dragon, its blood staining it." Harland seemed to grin, his massive figure effortlessly twirling the divine sword in his hand.

He was originally a highly skilled martial arts knight, with a physique far superior to that of ordinary people. After becoming a death knight, his physique reached an even higher level. In addition, since the undead have no physical limitations, he could unleash power beyond his physical limits with every sword strike.

This behavior would certainly harm his body, but he was already dead, so as long as his soul fire wasn't extinguished, he didn't care about such injuries at all.

"Sounds so-so." Li Wei also took out the Howl of Digen from his inventory. The red dragon soul inside was still rubbing its dragon eyes, obviously dozing off. The lord introduced it in a serious manner: "This one of mine is called King Slayer. It was forged by a god with a legendary red dragon. It once killed a god and slew countless powerful beings."

Harland looked at him with pity, thinking that this dragon knight was starting to fabricate some nonsense in order not to fall behind.

He had collected countless famous swords and could see dragon crystals on the hilts. He believed that the sword was made of dragon bone, but he did not believe at all that it had killed a god.

After all, at best it's just a legendary magical weapon.

This dragon knight had no idea just how powerful the gods were.

As for the name? He didn't care much. At his current level, he rarely felt angry about such an insult.

Li Wei admits that he exaggerated to some extent, but a demigod is still a god.

Anyway, this duel will inevitably be recorded in history and passed down by countless bards, so he'll do whatever's awesome. History is written by the victors, and he understands that perfectly well.

The original name, "The Howl of Dighan," was too lame, so he just came up with a new one on the spot.

"Make your move. I said I'd give you three moves, so I'll give you three moves." Li Wei stood proudly, the King-Slaying Greatsword now shrunk to fit him perfectly.

Thanks to the Great Sage's exquisite alchemy, the King of Slaying not only became more durable, but also gained the ability to change size at will.

brush!
In an instant, the distance of over a hundred steps disappeared.

Haaland's figure had transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through space, without any fancy techniques, only the purest and most violent outpouring of power.

The sword of Biva, trailing a long, deathly trajectory and carrying terrifying power capable of tearing the earth apart, slashed down towards Li Wei.

This sword strike was powerful and heavy.

The air was compressed to its limit, producing a sharp, piercing pop.

Before the sword even arrived, the pure destructive intent had already made Kalis's face even paler, and she even had difficulty breathing.

The old prime minister and the surviving nobles were terrified, feeling as if the end of the world had come.

However, Li Wei didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of this earth-shattering sword strike.

He simply flicked the sword in his hand upwards lightly.

The movements were as casual as brushing dust off one's shoulder.

clang!
The deafening clang of metal against metal was like countless bronze bells being struck violently in the palace hall.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, exploded violently from the point where the two swords intersected.

The shockwave acted like a solid wall, instantly blasting away all the rubble and debris within a ten-meter radius like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind. Dust fell from the dome of the hall, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the exquisite murals.

The floor beneath Haaland's feet cracked like a spiderweb and suddenly sank.

The anticipated devastating scene did not materialize.

The greatsword, powerful enough to cut down a dragon, was actually steadily blocked by Li Wei with one hand.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Haaland's arms were clenched into knots as he roared wildly, trying to suppress the attack.

But Li Wei's arm remained as steady as a rock, completely still.

The magnificent stone bricks beneath his feet didn't even show a single crack, as if the terrifying power had been completely absorbed and dissolved by some invisible force.

This is a powerful demonstration that proves the lord completely disregards Harland's immense strength, easily bearing off and dissipating it.

"The first move."

Li Wei even had time to wink at Caris next to him.

The former prime minister and nobles, who had been on edge, became excited again.

This is His Majesty the Dragon Knight! Even His Majesty Harland couldn't defeat him.

Actually, it makes sense when you think about it. There have been many kings, but throughout history, only a few hundred dragon knights have appeared.

This relaxed and carefree attitude, this almost humiliating reminder, was like a red-hot branding iron, burning fiercely on Haaland's soul.

In an instant, the sound of metal clashing, like a rain of pear blossoms, erupted once more. The two extraordinary weapons were so powerful that they couldn't even be seen in their afterimages. If it weren't for the increasingly loud clang and the escalating shockwave, everyone would have thought that the two people on the scene hadn't moved at all.

The expensive floor tiles had long since crumbled into dust, revealing the compacted black soil beneath.

Those around were blinded by the strong wind and could only hurriedly hide in the barrier maintained by the Holy Light priests, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would be blown away by the shockwave.

This isn't a duel between two people; it's clearly two tornadoes colliding violently!
Everyone was astonished to have witnessed such a level of pure swordsmanship, and they stared wide-eyed, not wanting to miss a single detail.

The fragile hall was no match for the duel between two super swordsmen, and both knew this, so they both rushed towards the outside of the hall.

The dense hordes of undead outside were instantly shattered by the aftershocks of the two who rushed out, and they arrived at a spacious square with a fountain in the middle.

Haaland rose from humble beginnings to become a king, so unlike those born into nobility, his swordsmanship focused more on practicality and lacked flashy techniques.

This kind of swordsmanship is often the most deadly in duels, especially against knights who like to use flashy swordsmanship, it's a complete crushing defeat.

However, this point that everyone agrees on no longer applies to the lord.

Li Wei wielded his sword with one hand. Unlike his previous brute force attacks, each of his moves was as graceful as a swan dancing. He easily deflected attacks with ease, and even slowed down his pace so that the spectators could see him clearly.

This left the nobles, who watched with wide eyes, only able to exclaim in admiration: "What beautiful swordsmanship!" "As expected of His Majesty the Dragon Knight, a perfect blend of elegance and handsomeness!" "So elegant, so incredibly elegant!"

On the other hand, His Majesty Harland, while somewhat disrespectful, was far too crude in his swordsmanship.

To be honest, Harland's swordsmanship is indeed excellent; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is the best swordsman the lord has ever encountered.

However, not only was his martial arts skill inferior to his, but his strength and speed were also far inferior. Therefore, although the lord was on the defensive,

But it's clear to anyone with eyes that he has the absolute upper hand.

“In the past, I might not have been a match for you. It’s really not easy to reach this level.” Li Wei spoke the truth, taking the opportunity to chat with his father-in-law as much as possible in the limited time he had, even though the other party might no longer be the person he remembered.

But is the Death Knight with Haaland's memories still Haaland?

Livy was not a spiritualist, so he truly couldn't understand it.

But she soon realized that she and the other person were not only similar in a different way, so she understood.

In reality, Haaland's heart was filled with gloom. He seemed to be a frivolous ruler who indulged in strong liquor and dancing girls every day, but in fact he was the sword saint of Debe, whose swordsmanship had long reached the pinnacle.

Knowing that this dragon knight's holy light cultivation was already at its peak and that he was absolutely not someone he could withstand, he decided from the beginning to only compete with his opponent in swordsmanship.

Little did he expect that his cleverness would backfire. Even without using holy light magic, his opponent could overwhelm him with sheer strength and swordsmanship.

This situation has now exceeded expectations, which proves that the outcome may not be as he had anticipated.

The sword blade that "grew" out of his chest also proves this point.

Although this injury is nothing to a death knight, it is still remarkable that the opponent could stab a sword into his chest and even into his head.

Moreover, an irresistible holy light had already entered his body through the longsword, continuously purifying the elemental power of the undead.

"I lost."

Without anger or regret, Haaland said in a hoarse voice, his voice calm.

Based on my memory, this dragon knight had always been portrayed as powerful and invincible, so his defeat now seemed as natural as it should be.

He just couldn't understand how this dragon knight, who was supposed to be stuck within the Persian Gulf Empire's territory, could have returned at this crucial moment, leading to such a complete defeat for him.

The opponent was indeed powerful, so powerful that it seemed they were on a completely different level from him.

Harland planted the sword Biva in the ground and stood with it as a support.

Holy light is highly poisonous to the undead, so Li Wei knew that the Death Knight Harland in front of him was doomed. He seemed fine on the surface, but the holy light was slowly and steadily purifying his insides. However, Li Wei controlled the speed and amount, so that the other party would not die immediately.

Unless a highly skilled Holy Light Priest is willing to dispel the Holy Light within Harland, but even setting aside whether there is such a priest, it's unlikely that anyone on the scene would be willing to help a dead soul.

The opponent was no longer His Majesty Harland, but the Death Knight Harland, who unleashed the Scourge, causing the entire city of Gonda to fall and millions of civilians to become the dead.

While it's unfair to place all the blame on him, he definitely bears a great deal of responsibility.

No one wanted to help such a madman. The queen was right; even if he wasn't mad, he was close, otherwise he wouldn't have caused all this trouble.

Having chosen to betray humanity and join the undead, he has no right to complain about dying again, especially since the other party is no longer the same Harland.

"You caused this cataclysmic disaster, didn't you? Why did you do it?" Li Wei hoped to get some answers he wanted to know while the other party still had time.

“I know you all want to know the answer to this question,” Harland said hoarsely, looking at the approaching nobles and priests.

With him here, the surrounding spirits dared not approach at all.

(End of this chapter)