Ark Undead

The retro armor style, the simple and unadorned longsword, and the steel shield bear countless scars of varying depths.

The silver-white armor finally broke through the thick fog, and the newcomer's face was sealed inside a helmet made of steel.

The immortal turned his gaze toward the audience.

"Sword and Shield Knight! Undead!"

Mob shouted, completely igniting the entire audience.

"Ow!!"

"The Legend of Immortality! The Legend of Immortality!"

"No one will die! You have to win! I've bet all the money I saved for my wedding to you!"

The Undead's gaze swept across the arena, and with just that one glance, he could tell that there were at least three gazes that were clearly hostile towards him.

It seems that what Kos said was true; there really are knights who can't resist the corrupting influence of money and want to make profit their ultimate goal in the knightly competition.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

A cold glint flashed, and the sword blade was already drawn.

The undead walked alone into the center of the arena, facing several hostile gazes.

At that moment, Kos, who was still watching the match backstage, showed a pitying expression towards the undead on the screen.

"what happened to you?"

Fran looked at Kos with a puzzled expression. He had just had a stomachache and was unable to send the Undead into the arena, so he couldn't understand the true meaning behind Kos's pitying expression.

"Nothing much..."

Koss sighed.

"I just hope it won't have too much of an impact."

Fran smiled憨厚ly, reached out and grabbed a piece of candy, then popped it into his mouth.

"Don't worry, the old man is so strong, he won't have any problems."

"I'm not concerned about the old man."

Kos rolled his eyes.

Yes, Kos's mercy is not for the undead.

Since Koss said what he needed to say, the Undead have remained silent.

But just before he went on stage, the Undead took two steps forward, and then seemed to remember something.

He turned back and looked at Kos.

"I'm asking you."

"what?"

Kos was still troubled by the knights' siege when the Undead's shout caught him off guard.

The Undead looked into Kos's eyes and asked.

"You can't... kill him?"

"That's definitely not possible!"

Kos hurriedly repeated the words to the Undead.

"Killing someone will get you banned from the competition, and you won't be able to participate in the next match!"

The immortal nodded.

"Then I'll be gentle."

His left hand rested on the hilt of his sword at his left waist, and he asked in a detached tone.

"Losing an arm or a leg, is that alright?"

35. One against two!

With a cold glint in his eyes, the Undead, sword in hand, strode toward the center of the arena.

Now, all fifteen players are in place, all of whom came to compete for points on the first day of the season.

The points leaderboard will last for almost two months.

In other words, as long as you can rank high on the leaderboard, you will have more than a month of exposure.

Whether it's a veteran proving their strength is still there, or a newcomer wanting to quickly make a name for themselves.

As long as you can secure a spot on the leaderboard, you can gain free exposure.

Both the company and the Cavaliers themselves will keep a close eye on this leaderboard, which will make the selection process exceptionally fierce in the first few days.

The knights who dared to participate in the first three days of the selection competition were all top-notch players.

Once the undead were in their positions, the fifteen knights formed a circle, examining each other's armor and weapons.

Among these, the most attention-grabbing is undoubtedly that of the immortals.

Of these fifteen people, only one had ever fought against the Undead; the other thirteen all turned their attention to the Undead.

The undead's retro-style armor was, in their eyes, proof that they were easy targets.

"Alright! Now, let me, Mob, explain the rules of this match to everyone!"

Mob took over the control of the projection screen and projected the image from his terminal onto the large screen.

"This match, as the first qualifying round of the 23rd Kazimierz Knights Special Tournament, uses a points-based system. You'll score one point for each successful hit on the enemy's armor!"

At the same time, more than a dozen drones rose from the stands, surrounding the entire arena.

These are the cameras monitoring the competition. Every rider's performance will be recorded by the cameras, and the scores will be calculated and displayed on the big screen in real time using intelligent technology.

"However! If you fall in the arena before the match ends, or are deemed unable to fight any longer, you will lose all your accumulated points and be forced to leave this grand stage!"

Mob waved his hands, seemingly energized by his own impassioned words.

"So, my fellow knights! Don't give your enemies an easy chance to gain points! If you're already at a disadvantage, consider putting down your weapons and leaving the battlefield!"

"Now! Knights and competition! Interest and glory! The game begins!"

As Mob the Big Mouth made his announcement, a loud blast of sound came from the speakers of more than a dozen drones.

This marks the official start of the match!

The Undead gripped the shield in his left hand tightly, and his first instinct was to take a step back.

Sure enough, knights on his left and right immediately turned to him, their weapons following closely behind.

They were a long spear and a large sword.

"drink!"

The lancer wielded his spear with both hands, abandoning his large shield. The study of spearmanship had become an integral part of his life.

The spear thrust out, piercing through the undead's original spot. If the undead didn't want to retreat, they could only try to withstand this fierce thrust.

Meanwhile, the man with the large sword turned around, spotted the undead's position, stepped forward, and with both hands wielding his sword, slashed fiercely down at the undead's retreat route, intending to completely block the undead's escape path.

Ding!

The Undead held his shield horizontally in front of him with his left hand, and charged at the greatsword, blocking the powerful blow that seemed to split a mountain!

"Ha, let's see how you dodge this!"

Seeing that the swordsman had blocked the undead's retreat, the spearman roared and thrust his spear straight out again.

The sharp spearhead pierced the air with a roar. A chilling aura even faintly emanated from the spearhead.

This is his Originium Arts; if the opponent wants to withstand this attack head-on, they must endure the chill of his Originium Arts. Over time, even heavily armored knights will be unable to resist this cold current and will have to retreat and dodge.

The double blow to their consciousness and body from being frozen makes them increasingly sluggish at dodging, giving the spear knights the opportunity to launch a fierce and relentless attack.

However, the Undead had already noticed his shot the moment he shouted it out.

The greatsword-wielding knight in front of him also sheathed his blade, preparing to strike a second time.

The Undead's next move startled the Greatsword Knight.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, never even considering dodging the spear knight's thrust, and instead charged straight at the swordsman, taking two steps forward.

The two were only one meter apart. At this distance, if the swordsman wanted to strike with his greatsword, he would have to take into account the undead's agile dodging skills.

If he still chooses to bring the sword down, he will have to accept the longsword attack from the Undead who dodges from the side.

This is not a one-on-one competition. Although the swordsman is wearing heavy armor, no matter the weight of the armor, being hit counts as one point.

In other words, even if a dagger pierces the armor, it will still count as one point.

This may seem unfair, but it also gives those knights who choose flexible weapons a chance.

Flexible weapons are usually quite troublesome when it comes to armor penetration.

Without point-based competitions, everyone would wear heavy armor, and knightly competitions would lose their diversity.

Whether it's heavily armored knights crushing through like tanks or fencing knights flitting about like butterflies, they all need to be present on the field to make the Kazimierz Knights Tournament more entertaining.

After a moment's thought, the swordsman withdrew his strength, took a step back, and swung his raised sword in front of him to block the undead's sword strike from the side.

Ding!

This sword strike nearly knocked the greatsword-wielding knight off balance.

The swordsman was immediately shocked. He never expected that a seemingly ordinary longsword could have such a powerful slash!

The lancer's spear struck the spot where the undead had been standing, failing to detect the undead's intention to advance.

The Undead continued to press forward, their vision obscured by the helmet, making it impossible for the swordsman to track their path.

The immortal stepped forward again and raised his right hand.

The longsword reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.

The longsword was aimed at the greatsword knight's chest, and it was thrust out fiercely!

laugh!