Ark Undead

But the Undead really didn't know who the Radiant Knight was.

Markm had already entered the training ground, and the Undead also walked past Kos into it.

Kos looked back at the undead's retreating figure and could only cheer him on in his heart.

After all, the Undead are crucial to his salary this month. If the Undead underperform, Kos himself will have to pay the price.

The two stopped in the middle of the training field.

The Undead drew his longsword from his waist and took his shield from behind.

Markm also raised his warhammer, striking a pose.

The other knights who were training nearby also stopped and surrounded the Undead and Makm.

They heard that Kos was bringing back a down-on-his-luck knight today, and they all wanted to see what level this newcomer was at.

"I heard you're very strong."

Markm's words were filled with high fighting spirit.

“I hope what Kos said is true.”

The Undead are silent.

Why do we need to talk before a fight?

"I'm going!"

Markm roared and charged at the Undead with his hammer in hand.

Their momentum was unstoppable, determined to win.

The warhammer slammed down on the undead, creating a whistling sound.

The Undead's gaze locked onto the trajectory of the warhammer, and the manually operated shield swung from the inside out, slamming into Makm's warhammer in an attempt to deflect the force of Makm's downward strike.

boom!

The hammer flew away.

Markm stared blankly, his balance completely disrupted by the block.

The Undead seized the opportunity, stepped forward, aimed at Markm's heart, and thrust out his sword!

"Don't kill anyone!!"

Someone shouted something, making the Undead realize that this was just a friendly spar.

So he shifted the longsword in his hand downwards slightly.

laugh!

The straight sword, forged from fine steel, focused its power on a single point, piercing straight through the armor from the convex surface of the light armor's underside!

The damaged armor shattered, revealing gaps, and the longsword pierced diagonally into Markm's abdomen.

The Undead glanced back, while Kos stood there, mouth agape, frozen in shock just before he uttered a sound.

He shouted it out subconsciously, but Kos didn't expect the battle to end so quickly.

Who the hell would try to deflect the force of a warhammer when facing it?!

The warhammer is inherently powerful and heavy; if one doesn't choose to dodge or defend with a professional stance, a blow to a shield can result in anything from a sprained arm to a broken bone.

Also, how did he manage to pierce through light armor with a longsword?!

That's a light armor made of alloy! It's not made of tofu dregs!

Piercing through with a single sword strike—is that something a human could do?!

In the crowd, the Undead raised his foot and stepped on the chest of the kneeling Markm, drew his straight sword, and watched as Markm fell backward.

If it weren't for Kos, that sword would have pierced his heart.

Kos finally recovered.

"Medical! Where are the medical personnel?! Someone is injured!"

Staff in medical gowns pushed through the crowd to surround Markm and check his injuries.

The Undead glanced at the unarmed knight, Markm, who was still lying on the ground in a daze.

He turned his gaze away and walked toward Kos.

Kos looked at the undead man, and he had a feeling that the next thing this down-on-his-luck knight would say as he approached was...

That's it?

25. Money Tree Knight

That's all.

"Two bottles of water, two packs of biscuits, and a pack of Longmentai cigarettes, that's a total of..."

"Two more lottery tickets, the Knights Race edition."

"Alright, here you go. Two bills. That'll be seventy-three Lungmen Dollars in total. Thank you for your patronage!"

Koss, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, walked out of the grocery store, glanced at the crowds on the street, hooked his right hand around the plastic bag containing water and biscuits, and used his left hand to protect the lighter in his right hand as he lit the cigarette.

He smoked a cigarette while looking around at the pedestrians passing by on the street, and then looked up at the airship floating in the sky.

The large screen on the airship is showing footage of the latest game in the West Division.

In the scene, a knight in full silver armor easily blocks the powerful and heavy greatsword of his opponent with his shield.

When his opponent prepared to retreat, he stepped forward and struck his opponent in the face with the shield in his left hand.

This strike left his opponent dazed and confused. He then took another step forward and sliced ​​through the armor on his opponent's arm with his sword, the blade making a cut on his wrist.

Then, he struck the blade of the greatsword hard with his shield, causing the greatsword to lose its grip and fly off, landing on the ground.

He then suddenly thrust his weapon towards his opponent's throat.

The sword tip hovered at the opponent's chin, signaling victory in the match.

The opponent was a senior knight who had climbed up the ranks from the West District competition. In the previous two knight competitions, he used his greatsword to smash several opponents to the ground, breaking their arms, and fought his way through with brute force.

Their best result was placing in the top 32 in last year's Cavaliers competition.

But the match being played now only lasted ten seconds from start to finish.

This also includes the eight seconds that the mysterious knight withstood the greatsword. He finished off a top-32 level competition knight in just two seconds.

And he is the mysterious knight who has recently risen to prominence.

This knight seemed to have appeared out of thin air. His origins and other forms of identification could not be found.

First, you stand out in the local competition in the East District. Then, you strive for a spot in the inter-district competitions to participate in all the competitions in the West, North, and South Districts.

Neither ancient knight families nor newly formed professional knight training teams could overcome this hurdle.

He was like a knight from the Kazimierz legend. No matter what type of enemy he faced, he could win with his sword and shield.

Codenamed "The Undying," no one knows his real name, nor what kind of face lies beneath his mask.

All that is known is that the company supporting him is Chengjin, a knight training company from the East District.

After each victory, the audience cheered from below the stage.

This mysterious knight, as if he were not the victor, said nothing and made no gestures of celebration, simply walking out of the arena.

Some suspect he is a robot, created to replace humans.

Some suspect that he was a knight secretly trained by Chengjin Company from childhood, and that he was given various illegal drugs that made him lose his emotions, unable to communicate with people, and even unable to speak, becoming a madman who only knew how to fight.

But they were all wrong. Only the employees who had personally witnessed the immortals in the training ground on the third basement floor of Chengjin Company that day knew the truth.

He's just a person, only he has a rather strange temper.

They witnessed the Undead and Kos exchanging a few words, and Kos even nodded to indicate that he had heard them.

But only Kos himself knew that during this time, the knight had only said these two sentences to him.

One sentence is yes.

"Where do I live?"

There's another sentence.

"Don't forget the firewood."

Kos stood on the street corner, staring blankly at the images playing on the airship above him, not even having time to take a couple of puffs of his cigarette.

"Holy crap!?"

The cigarette burned his fingers, and Kos cried out in pain before realizing what was happening and throwing the cigarette butt away.

After stomping on the cigarette butt twice, Kos picked it up and threw it into the nearby trash can before walking towards the parking lot.

Sitting in the car, Fran popped another candy into his mouth.

The driver's seat was pulled open, and Kos got in.

"Here, for you."

Koss tossed a lottery ticket to Fran.

Fran took it and glanced at the numbers.

"6456? That's a pretty auspicious last two digits."

"It's really auspicious, and I hope this luck will continue until the day of the draw."

Kos put his lottery ticket into the inner pocket of his clothes.

He never used to buy lottery tickets; he always thought they were just a scam by capitalists.

Just now, he passed by a lottery shop, and on a whim, bought a lottery ticket and bought one for Fran as well.

Why did you suddenly decide to buy lottery tickets?

Fran asked curiously, and casually took the water and biscuits that Kos handed him.

"..."