Arknights' Lock of Heaven

However, when it comes to defense, a solid foundation can come in handy.

Furthermore, the opposing knights are not specifically skilled with daggers, so it's not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

clang!

clang!

clang!

The sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the arena.

The plastic knight kept slamming his heavy crossbow at Maria's shield, but the shield remained unmoved.

He couldn't rashly launch an attack with his dagger before breaking through the shield, as that would make him vulnerable to being exploited.

Therefore, he could only hope that he could knock down the opponent's shield with a series of heavy blows.

But with each attack, his heart sank a little deeper.

The other side is incredibly stable.

Every parry was perfectly timed.

Moreover, he would occasionally find an opportunity to strike himself.

In addition, there was that big-mouthed Mob above them, constantly chattering away.

"Everyone! Everyone! Everyone!"

Mob's voice echoed throughout the arena, "Before the competition began, who could have predicted this outcome—the duel between the renowned Nearl family and the Plastic Knight, who could have imagined it would end like this!"

“Maria Nearl! This little girl who inherited the name Nearl actually—!”

"Sergeak is completely overwhelmed! Completely powerless to retaliate!"

"This won't do! Nearl! Do you know how much money the audience wagered on this name!?"

"Huh? What? The odds aren't actually that high? Hey, you guys should have some faith in Nearl! Isn't that face worth anything!?"

To the plastic rider, every word he said was a self-mockery.

Even though he knew the other person didn't mean it that way, he still couldn't help but think in that direction.

Because the one who was truly at a disadvantage on the field was the one who was constantly on the offensive.

The girl on the other side just needs to stall until she runs out of energy.

All the pressure is on my side.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and without realizing it, the force in his hand gradually increased.

"Nonsense!" Old Ferguson glared at this during the broadcast, slamming his glass on the table. "It was clearly the plastic one that was losing! If you can't do commentary, don't go on stage! Can't you even see that?"

"Hey, that armor the girl's wearing is really cool, Koval, didn't you lead her through that? It's that powerful!"

"Then why didn't the armor I wore back then have this effect?"

“Stop talking nonsense,” Koval rolled his eyes at him. “If I had that skill, I would have been worshipped by the Craftsmen’s Guild long ago.”

However, he was also wondering to himself, "That armor really does look like the one I made myself."

What's going on? Is this armor really that strong? How come I didn't know?

Despite his loud and cheerful pronouncements, Mob is actually quite aware of the situation on the field.

Although he can't fight, he's a lot of watcher!

Generally speaking, when facing a crossbowman like the Plastic Knight, the strategy is for him to dodge while the opponent chases. He shoots arrows from a distance to wear down the opponent, while the opponent hopes to drag him into close combat in order to defeat him.

But the situation on the field now is completely the opposite.

The Plastic Knight, a crossbowman, constantly sought close-quarters combat, while Maria, a sword and shield knight, always kept her distance, preventing him from getting too close.

To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen such a situation in all the matches he had commentated on.

But he didn't dare to directly reveal the predicament faced by the plastic rider.

How to say?

So, the Plastic Knight's crossbow bolts couldn't penetrate the armor worn by the little girl from the Nearl family? So he was forced to choose close combat, and now the Plastic Knight is actually at a disadvantage?

Don't forget what the plastic rider was wearing.

The armor, the latest development from its own major investor, Howling Guardian Company!

If we tell the truth, wouldn't that prove that our products are inferior to those of others that clearly have no company logo and are hand-hammered?

If I were to point it out in public, I'd lose my job, and I might even lose my life.

They might be giving a presentation here now, but by nightfall they could be in some desolate wilderness.

The kind that has no vital signs.

So he could only try to get away with it this way.

Sigh, it's not easy for anyone to make a living.

"..."

"This can't go on any longer."

The expression beneath the plastic knight's mask grew increasingly anxious.

Maria fought her way back until she came to a place that was almost a dead end.

The arena for knightly competitions has specially designed terrain, which is also for the benefit of knights who are not good at head-on combat, such as crossbow knights.

Moreover, it looks quite nice.

Throughout the various Knights' Tournament, there have been countless examples of underdogs defeating stronger opponents by taking advantage of the terrain.

And now, Maria has found a terrain that suits her perfectly.

Behind him and on both sides were solid steel walls, just wide enough for him to swing his longsword completely.

Fighting here will save you a lot of energy.

Generally speaking, a sword and shield knight entering this terrain while facing a crossbow knight is tantamount to suicide.

But today's match is special.

It's not ourselves who are anxious, but our opponents.

The plastic rider was indeed in a hurry.

With the terrain providing an advantage, it became increasingly impossible for him to break through the little girl's defenses.

However, it was too late to change tactics.

After being hammered repeatedly, it's questionable whether he can even draw the crossbow now.

I never expected this little girl to be so troublesome.

He knew in his heart that he had to take action.

If things continue like this, I'm doomed to lose.

"So you have Zofia and the Radiant Knight, and this is all you've got?"

The Plastic Knight chose to trash talk, raising his heavy crossbow high and slamming it down on the shield.

"Hiding behind a shield, not daring to show your head, do you have any respect for your surname?"

"Disappointing."

"Your surname is really Lin Guang?"

Upon hearing this, Maria not only didn't get angry, but her eyes lit up.

She recalled what Xia Yu had said to her before the competition.

"If the other person starts trash-talking and attacking your mindset, you should say this to them..."

Thinking of this, Maria's lips curled into a mocking smile, and she asked calmly, "Are you getting impatient?"

184 Of all martial arts skills, this is the shield strike!

You're getting impatient.

Those three simple words, coupled with the faint smile on his lips, instantly shattered the already fragile defenses of the plastic knight.

So anxious!

He is really anxious!

After realizing that if he lost, he would be doomed, how could the Plastic Knight not be anxious?

Anyone with a discerning eye on the field can see his eagerness.

They both took the initiative to engage in close combat with sword and shield knights as crossbow knights, hoping for a quick victory. Isn't that just being impatient?

In fact, he is indeed a veteran who has worked in knightly competitions for many years. It is quite impressive that he was able to give up his advantage and use his disadvantage to suppress a sword and shield knight for more than 20 minutes.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was no pushover either, and managed to withstand all of his attacks.

Seeing his strategy of quick victory fail, and his repeated attacks only resulting in increasingly sophisticated counterattacks from the opponent, how could the Plastic Knight not be anxious?