Swords, magic, and martial arts

The chivalry points he had accumulated allowed Rhodes to make three regular lottery draws, which he quickly used to draw equipment.

The equipment was mostly useless: a spiked club, a traditional Chinese ink-wash style staff, and a horizontal sword.

He noticed that the system no longer provides descriptions for ordinary equipment; he'll try the advanced lottery next time to see if it will introduce the equipment's effects.

Despite the combined attack of Baron and Hammer, the Night King was still evenly matched with them. Rhode pushed his Snowwalking Steps technique to its limit and charged towards them.

"Don't waste your magic power maintaining this barrier; it's not very useful," Baron quipped sarcastically.

The Night King continued its attack without expression. Rhodes, wielding a two-handed sword, had already charged in front of it. Rhodes, who was over 1.8 meters tall, was still less than the Night King's shoulder, looking like a child in front of it.

"Bat, you'd better run. You might die here when it's fully light," Baron mocked. He himself wasn't in good shape either. Every time he attacked and dodged, his wounds would be torn open again. He felt that he wouldn't be able to hold on for another ten minutes at most.

Hammer is in relatively good condition because the Night King has noticed that Balon is getting weaker and has made him the main target of its attack.

"Baron, take a rest." Rhodes joined the attack, and as he got closer, he noticed that blood was dripping from Baron's wounds, and the bleeding was slowing down.

A powerful warrior like Baron can control the muscles throughout his body; for example, he can control his muscles to stop the bleeding from his wounds.

The Night King's waist wound was stopped by its control of the muscles.

"I can definitely outlast him," Baron replied.

"You're chatting while we're fighting? That's a huge underestimation of me, Adrian!" The Night King roared angrily, and black mist erupted from his body, pushing Rhodes and the others away from him.

"That old bat is trying to escape," Hammer said after planting the hammer in the ground to steady himself.

After pushing them aside, the Night King flew toward the corpse of the Blackheart Knight's eerie black warhorse.

It tore off a piece of horse meat, put it in its mouth, chewed it slightly, and swallowed it. Then it tore off another large piece and prepared to put it in its mouth.

"Stop him!" a priestess shouted.

A golden orb of light flew toward the Night King, exploding like fireworks just before it made contact. Without even turning his head, the Night King raised his arm and waved it lightly, and the golden light was swallowed up by darkness.

Waver emerged from the darkness, wielding the dagger left behind by the Death Priest, and delivered a backstab. The dagger pierced its body with ease, and Waver swung it upwards, the sharp blade slicing through the Night King's muscles as easily as cutting tofu.

The Night King let out a painful howl, turned around, grabbed Waver, and squeezed him tightly. Waver screamed in agony. The Night King raised his greatsword with his other hand, ready to kill him instantly.

Seeing this, Hammer roared and quickened his pace, taking three steps in one and rushing to its front, swinging his warhammer to smash it down.

The Night King blocked Hammer's warhammer with his greatsword, and the clash of sword and hammer produced a piercing sound.

Rhodes closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and endured the pain, raising his sword to connect the Night King's back wound with his waist wound.

The Night King grunted and tossed Waver aside, then with all his might, he sent Hammer flying with a single sword strike. He swiftly turned and spun around, slashing his greatsword at Rhodes.

Rhodes raised his two-handed sword and clashed it with the Night King's greatsword. Golden light emanated from the two-handed sword as it collided with the greatsword, which was emitting an eerie black mist.

The golden light quickly dissipated, and a golden beam of light surged from behind, covering Rhodes's two-handed sword, making the sword shine brightly again.

The Night King pressed his sword down forcefully, and Rhodes gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist, his two-handed sword almost touching his chest.

"Hold on!" a priestess shouted, and two beams of light covered the two-handed sword, making it shine even brighter.

Facing the Night King who was high above him, Rhodes could not use his Iron Head technique. In this situation, kicking him might cause him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

So Rod used an incredibly despicable tactic, one that had disgusted him before: spitting.

Rhode spat a mouthful of saliva onto the Night King's face, hitting it right in the eye. Hit in the eye by the sudden, unknown liquid, the Night King instinctively relaxed its muscles, its arm losing some strength. Rhode seized the opportunity to push its greatsword away.

The Night King flapped his wings and floated into the air, rubbed his eyes, and glared at Rhodes with a furious expression.

However, it did not attack Rhodes, but instead swooped down towards Baron, who was standing to the side.

Baron held his Mo Dao horizontally in front of him to block the Night King's greatsword. The Mo Dao in his hand was almost completely cleaved in two, and half of his body sank into the ground.

The Night King floated in the air, flapping his wings and relentlessly slashing at Baron with his sword. Baron gritted his teeth and endured the pain, blood seeping from his mouth and staining his white teeth red.

Just as Baron's longsword was about to break completely, Rod arrived.

Sword energy crisscrossed, and streaks of sword energy flew towards the Night King in the air, depleting more than half of Rhodes's inner strength.

Most of the flying sword energy hit the Night King, leaving wounds on its body. It had never seen such an attack before, and there was not a trace of magical fluctuation.

A hole was torn in the black night, and a ray of sunlight shone in.

"It's completely daytime now, little bat, go back to your cave and sleep," Baron said weakly, trapped in the pit.

The Night King swooped down from the sky once more, thrusting his sword at Balon. A golden shield appeared before him—a divine spell cast by the priestess.

The greatsword, shrouded in black mist, collided with the golden shield, which merely trembled slightly before deflecting the Night King's attack.

The Night King struck the golden shield with his sword again. The shield trembled for a moment before shattering completely, turning into chains that bound it.

"One God, drive out darkness for your faithful servant!" the beautiful priestess cried out.

A golden beam of light shot from her hand and struck the Night King in mid-air, who let out a painful roar from within the beam.

After the pillar of light disappeared, Rhode saw the Night King flapping its wings weakly, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment. The black mist on its body had almost dissipated, and there were charred wounds on its body.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Hammer roared and leaped several meters into the air, raising his warhammer high and smashing it down on the Night King in the air.

The Night King was struck in the back by the warhammer, falling from the sky and creating a large crater in the ground. Rhodes rushed to the crater, took out his spiked club, and slammed it down heavily on the Night King inside.

Just as the Night King was about to get up, he was struck on the back of the head by Rhodes' spiked club and fell to the ground again.

Rhodes pressed his advantage, relentlessly striking the fallen king with his spiked club. Under Rhodes's brutal attack, the Night King was covered in blood and his flesh was mangled beyond recognition.

With Hammer's help, Balon pulled his legs out of the pit and lay on the ground, panting heavily. He had suffered severe internal injuries from the Night King's attack.

"Damn mortals, stop hitting me!" the Night King struggled to say, unable to stand after being beaten by Rhodes.

Rhodes felt more tired now than before combined. He used all his strength in every attack. Seeing the Night King begging for mercy, Rhodes felt a little arrogant and thought that even with such a cool entrance, it was nothing special.

The spiked club continued to strike the Night King as he struggled to stand up.

The darkness maintained by magic was gradually torn apart by the sunlight. As the brilliant sunlight shone down, the little black mist remaining on the Night King in the pit was continuously melted away by the sunlight.

Rod stretched his aching arms slightly, then resumed his vigorous smashing, targeting vital organs like its head each time.

They should have won by now, this battle was really exciting...