Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 7: The Knights' Battle (Please bookmark and comment!)
Robin reached out and caught the sword steadily. As he lowered his hand, he could feel the extraordinary nature of the sword.

The sword was slender, flashing a cold light in the dim light.

Since it was Robin who killed the thief knight apprentice with his own hands, the sword naturally became his possession.

This is also a unique benefit for these knight apprentices on the battlefield. As long as they kill an opponent of the same level with their own hands, all the items on the opponent's body will belong to the winner.

The most valuable item on this thief knight apprentice is probably this one-handed sword.

Robin drew out the one-handed sword that he was issued when he was a militiaman, and compared the two, the difference was obvious.

The sword of the thief knight apprentice is much better than the ordinary militia sword in his hand, both in terms of material and craftsmanship.

The sword is lighter, but has greater toughness. When swung, it seems to be integrated with the arm, as if one can feel its desire for battle.

"Thanks, Eric." Robin raised his head and looked at Eric sincerely, his eyes full of gratitude.

Eric waved his hand. "Why thank me? You deserve it. We'll have many more days to fight side by side!"

Thomson, who was standing by, also came over. He was a strong, honest young man.

Thomson scratched his head and said with a smile, "Robin, you have to teach me more in the future. I just saw you fighting with that thief knight apprentice. Your sword skills were so fast and accurate that I was stunned."

Robin quickly responded with a smile: "Don't say that, we all make progress together, I'm just lucky."

Thomson is also a knight apprentice under Knight Malizzi. His identity is quite special. As the nephew of Knight Malizzi, he comes from a knight family.

However, his talent was only average. He was about the same age as Robin and had only just mastered the basics of breathing techniques.

According to the experience points in Robin's system, Thompson's breathing experience is estimated to be less than 100.

Despite this, Thompson is a simple and honest person. He always has a silly smile on his face and gets along very well with other knight apprentices.

Of course, this is more or less because everyone is doing this out of respect for Knight Malizzi.

At this time, everyone was immersed in the joy of victory and rest. Suddenly, a deafening "boom" sound was heard, as if thunder was rolling in from the sky, breaking the brief silence.

Notting's expression suddenly changed. He widened his eyes and shouted at the top of his voice, "There's a Knight Commander-level expert fighting ahead!"

Notting is also an apprentice knight under Knight Malizzi, but he is the strongest among them and is only one step away from becoming a formal knight.

In daily training and combat, he always displays extraordinary strength and composure.

At this moment, his face was filled with tension and excitement. He was nervous about the unknown and powerful enemy he was about to face, and he was excited about the opportunity to witness a higher level of battle and accumulate experience for his own breakthrough.

Robin's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, and a hint of nervousness and anticipation flashed in his eyes.

He clenched the long sword he had just seized in his hand, his palms slightly sweating, and his mind quickly thought of a countermeasure.

Eric also put away his smile and his expression became serious. He looked at Robin and nodded slightly, as if silently conveying his determination to fight side by side.

Lily bit her lip subconsciously, a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

She tightened the weapon in her hand, straightened her back, and was ready to engage in battle at any time.

A trace of panic appeared on Thompson's honest face. He unconsciously moved closer to Robin and whispered, "Robin, what should we do?"

Robin patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't panic, listen to the command of Knight Commander Malizzi, we will face it together." After hearing Notting's shout, Knight Commander Malizzi immediately walked over quickly. He looked solemn and his eyes were like torches. He glanced at everyone and said, "Don't panic, keep the formation, and follow me. Remember, don't act rashly, and follow my command!" As he said that, he took the lead and walked towards the direction where the sound came from, and everyone followed closely behind.

In the canyon in front of the Black Bear Bandits' headquarters, a murderous atmosphere permeated the air.

The ground was already littered with corpses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of dust, which was nauseating.

In front of the canyon, two knights were engaged in a thrilling fight.

On one side is the knight Fitz under Lord Blot. He is tall and burly, like a towering iron tower.

At this moment, he was holding a two-handed sword in his hands. The sword was broad and thick, and it was flashing a cold light in the sunlight.

Every swing brought about a whistling sound, as if it could tear the air apart.

His opponent is one of the vice-leaders of the thieves' gang, Ben Roth, who is nicknamed the Boar Knight.

Benroth was short and strong, like a wild boar ready to attack, exuding a fierceness.

The weapon in his hand is a serrated battle axe with sharp serrations on the blade. In battle, these serrations can easily tear through the enemy's armor and flesh.

Fitz shouted and took the lead in attacking.

He jumped high, and swung his two-handed sword with tremendous force towards Benrot's head.

The sword force was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making people tremble with fear.

Benrot was not in a hurry. He bent his legs slightly, lowered his body, and used the strength of his legs to suddenly raise the serrated battle axe upwards, accurately blocking Fitz's attack.

The sound of metal colliding was deafening, sparks flew, and the huge impact force made both men's arms tremble slightly.

After a brief stalemate, Benroth exerted force suddenly, pushed Fitz's sword away, then took a step forward, and the serrated battle axe drew an arc, sweeping towards Fitz's waist.

Fitz reacted quickly, dodging to the side, and the battle axe grazed his armor, leaving a deep scratch.

Fitz took advantage of the situation and hit Benroth's head hard with the hilt of the sword. Benroth quickly blocked it with his arms, groaned, and staggered back a few steps.

The two fought back and forth, neither giving in. They used all their strength in every attack and were very careful in every defense.

The air around them seemed to be ignited by their fighting spirit, and was filled with a tense atmosphere.

There are more and more corpses on the ground, and the blood is flowing more and more. It is unknown when the winner of this fierce battle will be decided.

Robin stared with his eyes wide open, not blinking, at the two knights fighting fiercely in front of him.

The moment their weapons collided, a powerful gust of wind blew in his face, making his hair and clothes rustle.

He subconsciously raised his arm to cover it, and through the gaps between his fingers, his eyes were filled with shock.

Robin swallowed and made a preliminary estimate in his mind that the force of each collision of weapons was far more than a thousand pounds, or even more.

This power has far exceeded the scope of what "humans" can achieve in his cognition.

The tremendous force seemed to be able to split mountains and rocks, and make the earth tremble.

(End of this chapter)