Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 48 Four Hundred and Fifty Pounds

As night falls, two confronting figures are reflected on the silver streets of Winston City.

Dyne had a ferocious smile on his face, his voice hoarse and full of provocation: "Robin, do you think you can defeat me with your broken sword? Today I will let you see what true power is!"

Robin did not respond, but lowered his body slightly, pointing his Tang sword at the ground, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, like a poisonous snake ready to strike.

His breathing was steady and deep, the Earth Dragon Breathing Technique was quietly operating, and the life force in his body surged like a tide.

"Go to hell!" Dyne suddenly shouted, and the flail in his hand smashed down towards Robin with a whistling sound.

The chain drew an arc in the air, as if it was going to smash Robin's head into pieces.

However, Robin's figure disappeared the moment the flail fell. His footsteps were as light as the wind, as if he had merged with the ground, and he instantly flashed to Dyne's flank.

The Tang sword drew a silver arc in the air and headed straight for Dain's neck.

Dain's pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly retracted the flail, trying to block the attack.

However, Robin's sword was too fast, and the sword flashed like lightning, instantly penetrating Dyne's defense.

"puff!"

The blade slashed across Dyne's neck, blood gushing out. Dyne's movements stopped abruptly, and the flail slipped from his hand and fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes were filled with disbelief. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Finally, he slowly fell down.

Robin put away his knife and stood there. The blood dripping from the knife was particularly dazzling in the firelight.

His eyes were cold and calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Waste." A cold voice came from the side. Robin turned around and saw Sylvain standing not far away, his arms folded across his chest, a sarcastic smile on his face.

His eyes swept over Dain's body, his tone filled with disdain: "It's shameful that you can't even deal with a piece of crap with a knife."

Robin's eyes met Sylvain's, and invisible sparks seemed to burst out in the air.

Sylvain is the strongest knight apprentice under Knight Malizzi. Now that he has broken through to become a formal knight, he is not comparable to a new knight like Eric.

"Sylvan, do you want to try it?" Robin's voice was calm, but with a hint of provocation.

Sylvan sneered and slowly drew the short blade from his waist. The blade shone coldly in the firelight. "That's just what I want. Let me see how capable you are, a 'genius' favored by that traitor Malizzi."

Before he finished speaking, Sylvan had already disappeared from the spot. He was extremely fast, like a black lightning, approaching Robin in an instant.

The two-handed sword drew a cold light in the air and headed straight for Robin's throat.

Robin's eyes focused, and the Tang sword was instantly placed across his chest, and the blade accurately blocked Sylvan's attack.

The sound of metal colliding echoed in the night air, and sparks flew everywhere.

"The speed is good, but not enough." Robin whispered with a hint of coldness in his tone.

He took a sudden step and moved around Sylvan's flank like a ghost. The Tang sword swung with a sharp wind and slashed directly at Sylvan's shoulder.

Sylvain reacted extremely quickly, swiftly returning with his two-handed sword to block Robin's attack. However, Robin's sword momentum did not stop, and with a turn of the blade, it instantly cut through Sylvain's sleeve, leaving a shallow blood mark.

Sylvan's expression darkened instantly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes: "You've also broken through to become a full-fledged knight!"

His attack suddenly accelerated, and his two-handed sword attacked Robin like a storm.

Robin's swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, and each strike accurately blocked Sylvain's attack. The two figures intertwined in the firelight, the flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers, like a deadly dance.

"It's over." Robin suddenly whispered, with a hint of determination in his tone.

He thrust his Tang Dao suddenly, and the blade slashed across Sylvan's two-handed sword, knocking it away.

Then, he rushed forward, the blade pointing directly at Sylvan's heart.

Sylvan's pupils suddenly contracted and he stepped back quickly, but it was too late.

Robin's blade was approaching his chest, and the cold murderous intent made him feel suffocated.

"Puff--" The dull sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh was particularly terrifying in the dead of night.

Sylvain's eyes widened instantly, and the expression on his face froze from arrogance to disbelief. It seemed that he could not believe until his death that he would be defeated by Robin.

"A piece of trash like you wants to hunt down Knight Malizzi." Robin gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his voice full of disdain and anger.

He kicked Sylvan's body away, and blood dripped down the blade of the Tang sword, dripping onto the ground, leaving a dark color.

The other knight apprentices were originally standing by and taking advantage of the power of others.

At this moment, seeing Sylvain fall like a puppet with its strings cut, fear instantly overwhelmed them like a tide.

They looked at each other, their legs shaking uncontrollably. Then, without even bothering to pick up their weapons, they turned around and ran for their lives into the darkness, shouting in fear from time to time.

Robin snorted coldly, his eyes like lightning sweeping over the fleeing figures.

He quickly slapped the quiver, and the carefully crafted pulley compound bow popped out and landed steadily in his palm.

He moved in one go, without the slightest pause, and reached out to grab three feathered arrows, neatly placing them on the bowstring, and the bow shot out like a full moon.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Three sharp sounds of breaking wind cut through the night sky.

Three feather arrows were like three silver lightning bolts, shooting towards the three fleeing knight apprentices.

The sharp arrows left the bowstring, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, like three deadly meteors, chasing straight towards the fleeing knight apprentice.

At this critical moment, time seemed to be stretched out, and Robin's eyes were fixed on the target, with a chilling calmness and determination in his eyes.

There is no such thing as false hair!

Three feather arrows accurately hit the three knight apprentices. The huge impact force sent them flying, drawing three arcs in the air, and they fell heavily to the ground several meters later, raising a cloud of dust.

Their bodies were twisted and motionless on the ground, their life or death unknown.

Robin breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He looked down at the pulley compound bow in his hand, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his originally stern face.

This pulley compound bow embodies his countless efforts and wisdom.

Many areas are made of solid metal, which makes it heavy and difficult to pull. The bow force is as high as 450 pounds, but this also gives it unparalleled power.

Fortunately, Robin cleverly installed four pulleys. With this ingenious design, he only needed to exert a hundred pounds of force to easily pull it open.

what does this mean?
This means that the arrows he shot now had amazing killing power, enough to easily kill those unprepared knights.

(End of this chapter)