How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 235 The Fate of a Despicable Person

Kane, having removed his helmet, gripped the handle inside his shield with his left hand and held the Shadow Blade in his right, and headed towards the collapsed tower.

As he arrived, the other soldiers of the Third Army made way for him, staring at this black-haired, black-eyed man of a completely different race from them, at the arrows stuck in his heavy armor, and at the numerous bloodstains and scars on his armor.

The soldiers of the Third Army Corps felt a mixture of fear, respect, and relief at not having to fight him.

The crowd parted to create a path, and Kane followed the gap, walking from the third section of the city wall through the second section, and straight to the first section of the city wall, where the collapsed tower was located.

This is the center point of the eastern section of the city wall, and the original location of the tower, but it has suffered severe subsidence and collapse due to foundation settlement.

Even so, the collapsed tower was still higher than the surrounding city walls, and the bricks and stones piled up on the ground into a pile of rubble several people high.

The soldiers of the Third Army Corps, fearing a collapse, had already cleared a space, and Kane stood in front of them.

Kane frowned slightly as he looked at the ruins before him. He lowered his shield and said, "Come out, Kent. I know this collapse won't kill you—as a third-tier Aria Sword Dancer, you won't even be seriously injured."

The Singing Sword Dancer is an advanced path for sword dancers at the third tier. They can integrate some low-level spells into pure sword dance, somewhat similar to the Lantern Knights. However, most of the spells they master still rely on the magic network to cast.

As soon as the words were spoken, the tiles and rubble at the base of the ruins shifted slightly, and then a figure emerged.

He looked disheveled, covered in dust, with dirt even between his eyebrows and eyes.

It was Kent, the commander of the Third Army Corps.

He stood up, leaning on his rapier, still clad in his elite armor, and looked at Kane and the Third Army soldiers standing motionless behind him. He sighed deeply and said, "In such a short time, these useless fools have already surrendered to you?"

His gaze swept directly over the captain and soldiers of the Third Army Corps, many of whom lowered their heads to avoid their superior's eye contact.

Kane shook his head: "They're not useless. At least they dared to fight me head-on, instead of hiding in the back and planning to use the magic cannon to send their own people and the enemy to their deaths."

"The moment you killed their comrades with the magic cannon, the outcome was already decided."

As he finished speaking, Kent looked at the hatred surging in the soldiers' eyes.

He first smiled, then clutched his stomach and burst into heart-wrenching laughter, laughing uncontrollably.

The laughter sounded particularly abrupt on the suddenly silent battlefield, and the soldiers' expressions turned strange.

After a long while, the laughter finally stopped.

He looked at Kane and said, "The day you led your soldiers into the city, I should have used my magic cannons and crossbows to bury you and your fleet outside the harbor."

"You won't. Because such a rash act of force will only make you accountable to the parliament, and then you'll be attacked by others who covet your position."

Kane gazed at him calmly and said, "Have you made your decision? Fight, or surrender? I can give you a chance to duel."

"duel----"

Seeing Kane grip his shield and sword again, Kent suddenly gave a bitter smile and said, "Forget it, I surrender. You win, Nord. But I demand the treatment I deserve. Even if I'm no longer a legionary commander, I'm still an honorary earl."

"I can grant your request." Kane frowned, but ultimately agreed.

He knew the other side was not sincerely surrendering, but killing Kent would only cause other officers to feel sorry for him, which was not the situation he wanted to see.

Moreover, at this point, there is no need to escalate the killing further.

Kent seemed to have finally come to terms with reality. He slowly walked closer, lowered his head, and headed toward Kane, but was stopped by the soldiers of the Third Army Corps on the way.

He watched his former subordinate's actions and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Let him come over."

Kane frowned slightly, but still stopped the soldiers who wanted to show their loyalty.

The enemy suffered almost no injuries; if they were to actually fight, these ordinary soldiers would be mercilessly slaughtered.

Kent cast a mocking glance his way, pushed aside the soldiers blocking his path, and approached step by step.

"Honorable Dean, please accept my surrender ceremony."

He slowly walked up to Kane, half-squatted down, held the rapier horizontally, and presented it to Kane with both hands.

Kane looked at this utterly common surrender ceremony and already had a guess in his mind.

He gave Kent a deep look, slammed the shield to the ground, dispelled the Shadow Blade, and reached out to catch the rapier.

But the moment he took the rapier with both hands, a smile appeared on Kent's face.

He suddenly stepped forward, pulled a dagger from his chest in the blind spot on the other side, and stabbed it fiercely into Kane's chest. With a soft thud, the blade pierced through flesh.

The breastplate, already worn down from continuous combat, was pierced through by the full force of this Tier 3 professional's attack.

At the same moment Kent made his move, he suddenly retreated, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

The speed was so fast that no one on the field had time to react, whether they were ordinary soldiers of the Third Army Corps or captains.

With a thud, the severely injured Kane staggered back a step, half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, revealing a pained expression.

Upon seeing this, Kent let out a maniacal laugh and shouted, "Damn monster! Whether you're a demon or an undead, I'm ready! This dagger is coated with a potion bestowed upon me by His Highness, specifically designed to subdue creatures like you!"

"Hahahaha! You're finally going to die! Die!"

He looked at Kane, who had his head bowed, then turned to his silent subordinates beside him, pointing at Kane and roaring, "He's dying! Kill him! Kill him! If you kill him, I'll forgive your betrayal of the Royal Court!"

No matter how much he shouted, everyone just looked up at him silently, without moving.

The crowd's eyes were filled with contempt and sorrow, as if they were realizing for the first time that their superior was such a person.

Noticing the looks in his subordinates' eyes, Kent completely lost his mind.

"What are you looking at?! Kill him! Kill him! Didn't you surrender because he was so powerful and unkillable?"

What are you still hesitating for! Whoever kills him, I'll plead for a title for him!

Faced with such temptation, all the soldiers of the Third Army Corps remained silent, a deathly stillness settling over them.

Kent staggered back two steps, pointing at everyone and yelling, "Damn it! No wonder he couldn't be killed; it turns out you lowly commoners betrayed us long ago! You traitors! You all deserve to die!"

boom.

A heavy figure slowly stood up.

Under Kent's incredulous gaze, Kane, who had just been stabbed, stood up again.

Although his face was pale, his gaze remained cold. He glanced down at the green-glowing wound on his chest and stood firmly in place.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers around the first section of the city wall showed respect and even joy.

"Enough, Kent. Even at this crucial moment, you still won't fight me head-on? Where is your noble dignity?"

Kent's expression shifted repeatedly before he finally roared, "See that? You're an undead monster! Still won't admit it? Are you a demon raised by the Duke, or an undead created by that skeleton guy?"

He turned to the soldiers behind him and shouted again, "My soldiers! Kill him!"

But still, no one moved.

Kane raised his head, coldly staring at the man who had just tried to kill him, and said, "If you want to kill me, do it yourself. Don't push everything onto your subordinates."

He looked at Kent, whose face was deathly pale, and continued, "I'm right here, so let's do it."

"Sir, your condition is not suitable for taking action."

Kent's face lit up with a hint of delight when he heard the word "sir," but he soon realized that it was a soldier speaking to Kane.

After speaking, the soldier turned around and stood between Kane and Kent. Following him, more and more soldiers turned and stood between the two.

Upon seeing this, Kent's expression froze completely.

"No, the duel opportunity I gave him is still valid."

Kane patted the soldier in front of him on the shoulder, refusing his offer of support, and said, "Help me remove my armor."

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"Yes, sir."

The soldier bowed his head in agreement and, along with three other soldiers, helped Kane remove his heavily armor, which was already riddled with wounds and studded with arrows.

The heavy armor slammed to the ground with a loud thud.

Everyone was amazed—it was so heavy that even four soldiers working together could barely place it on the ground.

Kane, however, carried it and fought his way from the foot of the city wall to the top.

But this amazement vanished instantly after everyone saw the wounds on Kane's body.

The body was already covered in wounds, from top to bottom, with arrow wounds, stab wounds, and a hideous knife wound on the chest that emanated green poison.

And these wounds weren't isolated; they were all over his chest, back, and shoulders. An ordinary person would have died from such injuries.

Kane, however, appeared perfectly normal, and many of his wounds had even scabbed over.

"I'm sorry, Kent, but my advanced toughness makes me more than capable of killing you."

So that's the characteristic.

Many people immediately thought of that legend—a high-level, resilient life trait that only warriors with powerful bloodlines can awaken.

They looked at Kane's Nord face and instantly realized what was going on.

I finally understand why Kane could fight continuously while wearing heavy armor and never fall.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kent's utterly displeased expression.

After killing the royal representative in the city of war, he did indeed draw the Resilient Life trait. Although it wasn't high-level, it was enough to deceive others.

He merely used his immortality to secretly repair the injuries inside his body, leaving only scars on his skin.

And that is enough to explain everything before us.

"Come on, let's fight!"

Kane picked up the rapier from the ground and threw it directly in front of Kent. The rapier landed with a crisp thud.

He took the scimitar from the soldier with a reverent expression with his right hand, and raised his shield again with his left.

Although this was not his usual fighting style, it allowed him to experience the unique advantages of head-on confrontation.

They are better suited for charging into battle and protecting their subordinates behind them.

Moreover, his immortality is enough to repair muscle damage caused by prolonged heavy lifting.

Kent looked at the crowd that had once again parted to make way, and at the empty space where he was left with only Kane, who was slowly walking towards him. He hurriedly grabbed the sword on the ground, forced an awkward smile, and said, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood. I can truly surrender now."

"But I refused."

Kane's voice was as cold as ice, "You have already betrayed the honor of the nobility once, so don't tarnish it a second time."

"Either pick up the sword, or let me cut off your head."

Kane's pace quickened, and even with the weight limit imposed by his shield after removing his heavy armor, his speed increased several times over.

As Kent watched the figure approach step by step, covered in wounds yet still resolute, his face finally darkened completely.

He gripped his rapier tightly in his right hand and roared, "You forced me to do this, Nord!"

With a whoosh, Kent shot forward like an arrow, thrusting his sword fiercely at Kane.

Bang! The rapier collided with the shield, grazing the edge of the shield and sending sparks flying.

Kent turned to the side, and his rapier suddenly slashed out from the other side, aiming straight for Kane's neck.

Kane merely tilted his head slightly, using his shoulder to block the sword's edge while simultaneously thrusting his scimitar straight towards his chest.

perish together!?

Kent's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly retreated, barely dodging the attack.

Kane, however, burst into laughter: "Come on! Don't be afraid! Did you get your third-tier rank by selling your ass? You piece of trash!"

Before he finished speaking, he charged forward again, slashing down with his scimitar with a ferocious style of fighting, disregarding casualties and willing to perish together.

The scimitar and rapier clashed repeatedly, sparks flying between shield and blade; their fighting styles were completely opposite.

One was fearless and daring, the other was timid and hesitant.

Looking at the timid Kent and the arrogant, fearless Kane, the soldiers of the Third Army who were watching felt increasingly contempt for the former and full of respect for the latter.

No one could help but admire such a courageous leader, and the duel had finally entered its final stage.

"You forced me to do this, Nord!"

Kent's expression finally hardened, and just as the weapons clashed again, he muttered a spell, and a thick mist instantly enveloped his body.

The fog spread rapidly across the city wall, instantly enveloping that section of the wall.

The next moment, he burst out of the mist, his rapier aimed straight at Kane's head.

Even if you have a highly resilient life form, you will surely die if your head is pierced!

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he thrust his rapier with all his might. But the next moment, his expression changed drastically—the rapier did pierce flesh, but it only reached Kane's right shoulder.

In that instant, Kane even dropped his scimitar and gripped the blade with his bare hands. Blood dripped from between his fingers, but he simply grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Got you," Kane said with a smile. "I've already figured out your fighting style using divination."

"How is that possible!"

Kent instantly realized the other party's identity as the Dean of the Prophecy Division, and his face turned ashen.

But his rapier was gripped tightly, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it back.

Oh no! Seeing the smile in Kane's eyes, he instinctively wanted to back away, but it was too late.

Kane swung his shield, slamming it heavily onto Kent, sending him flying backward and crashing into the rubble of the collapsed tower, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Kane pulled out the rapier that had pierced his shoulder without changing his expression, and casually tossed it to the ground. The wound on his shoulder was visibly scabbing over and healing.

Seeing this, all the soldiers went into a frenzy.

This is the legendary Advanced Resilient Life Trait! A highly advanced trait that few professionals can awaken!

Kane looked at Kent, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, and walked over to him step by step.

Seeing Kane closing in, Kent's expression finally broke down completely, and he screamed, "You can't kill me! You can't kill me! Otherwise, my family will never let you get away with this!"

Kane shook his head: "If they dare to resist, I will crush them all."

Upon hearing Kane's refusal, Kent was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, crawling backward on his hands and feet.

Kane looked at Kent, who was lying on the ground, and was thinking about how to finish him off when another figure crawled out of the rubble of the tower.

It was a soldier covered in rubble and gravel. He staggered to his feet and stood between Kane and Kent.

Kane frowned slightly as he looked at the soldier.

Kent, however, grasped at a straw and desperately shouted at the soldier, whose head was still bleeding and bore a gruesome scar, "Captain Collins! Save me! I'll give you anything you want!"

A soldier named Collins pulled a short blade from his pocket.

Kane's brow furrowed even more.

The next moment, a flash of light appeared.

Kane was stunned, as were the soldiers around him, and Kent's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Collins, expressionless, plunged the dagger deep into Kent's chest.

Caught off guard, and already mentally unstable, the former corps commander's chest was completely pierced, and bright red blood flowed down.

Collins looked at him coldly and said, "My brother, because he refused to fire on friendly forces, was killed by your own hands on this tower, my former commander."

Kent stared at him in disbelief, his hand rising weakly before finally falling back down.

His head lolled to the side, and he fell heavily to the ground.

This third-tier Susas nobleman and swordsman, after being severely injured, ultimately died at the hands of one of his own captains.

After Collins killed Kent, he turned to Kane, knelt down, and bowed his head, saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I interrupted your duel—I'm willing to accept any punishment."

"No, this is how a despicable person should die."

Kane shook his head and held out his hand: "Get up."

Collins looked bewildered and was pulled up by Kane.

The soldiers around them watched this scene with admiration in their eyes, and their support for Kane became even stronger.

In the pitch-black night, Kent's body lay on the ruins of the collapsed tower, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment.

Kane ignored his unseeing eyes and stood atop the ruins of the tower on the eastern section of the city wall.

He could sense that countless prying eyes were being cast from the other side of the royal court, which was the defense zone of the Fifth Army Corps.

He met those gazes, then looked towards the outer city area, secretly making plans in his mind.

The Third Army Corps has already captured the outer court area. Besides the Fifth Army Corps on the western section of the city wall, the Second and Sixth Army Corps are also present.

The Seventh and Eighth Corps.

He must gather these forces to conquer the inner court, which is better equipped and has more magic cannons, and is guarded by the First, Fourth, and Ninth Legions.

And the Supreme White Tower where the royal magistrates and guards were stationed.

"Those nobles who fled, and the representatives of the people, should have already conveyed the truth by now—I hope these corps commanders can make the decisions they should make, otherwise they can't blame me."