Become a knight starting with synthesized entries.

"No peeing here!" Roan shouted as he carried a pitchfork toward the five cultists.

The cultists were startled; they recognized Roan, the short, dark-haired man.

I intended to deal with it last, but I didn't expect Luo An to run into me.

The cultists hid their weapons behind their backs, fearing that Roan would escape.

"Sorry, sir. We've had too much to drink."

"Oh." Luo An put the pitchfork on his shoulder and glanced behind the cultists.

"What's hidden over there?"

Hearing Roan's voice from under the burlap, Jally was about to get up when he was punched hard.

"Sir. Our friend is drunk."

Several cult members moved to block Luo An's view, and one of them whispered to his companion.

"Take care of him."

A cultist approached Luo An, and when he was three steps away from Luo An, he took out several copper coins from his pocket.

"Sir—here are a few copper coins, please be kind---"

As he handed the copper coin to Roan, he quietly raised a smooth-polished wood-chopping axe with his other hand.

It slashed down suddenly.

Boom!

As the axe swung down, Luo An clenched his fist and delivered a heavy, dull blow to the cultist's chin, momentarily knocking him unconscious.

Luo An then grabbed the cultist's head and slammed it against the wall.

Boom!Boom!

The head slammed against the wall with a dull thud. With a second blow, the cultist's axe fell to the ground.

Clang!

The crisp sound of the fall startled the other cult members, who looked up in astonishment and noticed that their companion had fallen.

No, it didn't fall down.

Although his hands and feet were still twitching, he was probably dead.

"How...is this possible?! Baal's breathing technique was just a step away from becoming an apprentice knight. And he still can't beat that kid."

A look of astonishment flashed across the eyes of the cult members.

Luo An shook his hand. It was his first time fighting an enemy with murderous intent, and he had put all his strength into it. His heart was pounding and his arm was a little sore.

But inside, I felt surprisingly calm.

Perhaps, I am a born killer, not a knight at all.

Luo An licked his lips, picked up the axe from the ground, and gripped the pitchfork tightly in his other hand.

The remaining four cultists exchanged a glance and then charged toward Roan simultaneously.

Luo An shrugged, stepped forward, and held his pitchfork horizontally.

In this alley, every inch counts. With Luo An's basic breathing technique, his pitchfork was as sharp as a spear, forcing the advancing cultists to dodge.

However, another cultist immediately stepped in, and this reckless guy even managed to grab the pitchfork as it pierced him, despite injuring his arm.

A cultist immediately closed to within three steps of Luo An, raised his dagger, and leaped at him.

Luo An immediately raised his axe and swung it down at the cultist's shoulder. The axe paused only briefly before cleaving deeply into the ground.

While the cultist was still in mid-air, a large amount of blood sprayed out, and then Luo An kicked him hard, sending him crashing into another cultist who was approaching.

Two cultists rolled into the darkness. Luo An stepped forward and rammed into the two cultists who broke through the pitchfork and charged at him with daggers in hand.

Luo An spat, then abandoned the pitchfork, shook off the blood from the axe, and stared intently at the two men's movements, taking a deep breath.

As the two thrust their daggers, Luo An suddenly sprang up, his axe colliding with the dagger, sparks flying in the darkness.

The two cultists felt a sudden numbness in their arms, which slowed their dagger swings considerably. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo An swung his axe horizontally. A flash of cold light appeared, and a hideous line of blood appeared on the chests of both cultists simultaneously.

*Pfft.* A large amount of blood spurted out.

Fear and disbelief flashed in their eyes, but they were too weak to speak and collapsed unwillingly.

Without even glancing at the two, Luo An picked up a pitchfork from the ground, quickly stepped forward, strung the struggling cultists together, and slowly twisted them until they stopped struggling.

call--.

Luo An let out a long breath, feeling hot all over. His clothes, blood, cold sweat, and dampness were all mixed together, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although mastering the basic breathing technique allows one to perform basic breathing for half a day, such intense exercise still completely depleted Luo An's physical strength.

"As expected, I'm still not used to fighting." Luo An clenched his fist, his hand trembling.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed before Luo An's eyes.

Achieve the silver achievement: First Blood: Kill a human.

First Blood - 100% Completion

First Blood - 200% Completion

First Blood - 300% Completion

First Blood - 400% Completion

First Blood - 500% Completion

A golden light flashed.

Unlock the silver affix [Chihunt's Axe]

[When equipped with an axe-type weapon and in combat, the weapon's damage will continuously increase until the first swing is landed, at which point it will recharge. The charge will dissipate extremely quickly after a period of time out of combat.]

[Entry Description: The axe that appears at the very beginning must be the last to deal damage.]

Luo An raised an eyebrow.

The strange entry was, coincidentally, an axe.

Luo An happened to have an axe in his hand, which was somewhat slippery because it was stained with blood. He vaguely sensed a strange force flowing around the axe.

Did the entry just come into play?

Luo An thought to himself and gripped the axe in his hand.

After glancing at the entry and its description one last time, Luo An hurriedly closed the panel and went to stand in front of Jally, who was draped in burlap.

As Roan's footsteps drew closer, Jalley trembled even more violently.

"Don't kill me?!" Jalley shouted.

There was also a faint, strong smell of urine.

Luo An sighed and tried to pull the burlap.

At this moment, Jalley's strength was surprisingly great.

Luo An tried to pull it several times but couldn't budge it.

Helpless, Luo An licked his dry lips.

"It's me, Luo An. Don't worry. It's alright now."

Jalley was stunned. He suddenly pulled back the burlap sack, and calmed down when he saw Roan.

"Luo, Luo An, you're still alive?! What about those... what about those guys?!"

Luo An stepped aside so that Jia Li could see the five corpses lying in the alley.

"They're all here."

Jalli glanced at him briefly before averting his gaze. The tall man huddled up, his lips trembling.

"You, you did this? My God! There were five of them!"

"uh-huh."

Roan shrugged. He had no interest in playing the hero-saves-the-bear game with Jerry and said directly:

How did you run into them? Were there any other people?

Only then did Jalli remember the important matter at hand.

"Dugan! He's been arrested! And he's injured."

"Who arrested them, and how many were there?" Luo An pressed on.

"It's me." Pigu's voice suddenly rang out from deep within the fog.

Jalli immediately hugged the burlap and huddled in a corner.

Luo An clicked his tongue and looked into the depths of the alley.

Pigu emerged from the thick fog, dragging the half-dead Dugan, and stared at Roan.

Pigu's pupils trembled violently at the first sight of the corpse on the ground.

His gaze shifted to Luo An, his eyes widening even further. He gritted his teeth and said:

"It was you all along..."