Ark Undead

Meanwhile, inside the Flame Blade Arena.

"It is with great regret that I announce that the Undead were unable to reach the competition venue."

Mob took a deep breath.

The champion of the 23rd Kazimierz Knights Special Tournament...

Boom!

Mob the Big Mouth shuddered, startled by the sudden noise and stopped talking.

The audience also heard this low, muffled sound.

They looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

A little boy, holding an immortal doll made by his parents, stared at the door on the screen, pointed at the screen with excitement, and shouted to his parents.

"The iron gate moved!"

People around looked at the big screen.

As some people turned their attention to the big screen, even more people began to look at it.

Zofia covered her mouth and stared wide-eyed.

Maria clenched her fist excitedly.

Kos stared blankly at the screen, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

Fran quickly peeled several candies and threw them into his mouth.

Ander gripped the lady's hand tightly.

"The lady asked."

"Is it him?"

Ander nodded.

"It must be!"

Everyone looked toward the iron gate located to the south.

crunch...

The heavy iron gate resounded with a deep thud, and the five-meter-high gate, accompanied by tremendous force, slowly opened from the inside out.

The audience first saw a pair of hands, a pair of hands encased in iron armor, pressed against the door.

As the gap in the door widened, they gradually saw a figure.

Like an armor specimen shrouded in black cloth, only the outline can be vaguely seen.

As the gate opened, smoke billowed from the transmitters on either side, obscuring the figure.

Everyone held their breath, and even Mob the Big Mouth temporarily stopped explaining.

"Announce it now! You piece of trash! Announce it now! Otherwise, your corpse will be hanging in the arena tomorrow! Announce it now..."

The spokesperson's exasperated voice came from the terminal, and Mob instinctively pressed the mute button.

How could the clown's words be worthy of the knight's appearance?

Bloodthorn, standing in the middle of the field, also raised his head and looked at the iron gate that was slowly opening right in front of him.

clatter...

The sound of armor clashing rang out, and someone was emerging from the mist.

First, a pair of gray leg armor stepped out of the mist, leaving a deep red mark on the ground.

Then, a blood-dripping sword pierced the mist, breaking the silence along with another scarred shield.

Finally, a suit of armor stained with crimson blood appeared in the arena of the Flame Blade Arena.

The rain also washes him clean, so that he may be pure.

He was trying to fulfill the promise he had made.

Therefore, he shattered the trap set by the despicable.

Just as described in the story.

The knight will come eventually; he will bring the sword of justice and the crown of honor.

Then cheers erupted.

"Immortal! Immortal!"

"Why is he covered in blood?"

"The legend of immortality must have been built through sheer fighting, right?"

"Even the Knights' Guild couldn't stop him?!"

Mob's mouth dropped open. Although he was secretly looking forward to it, when the moment actually came, he didn't know how to commentate or control the situation.

The blood-stained knight entered the arena, looked at his opponent standing opposite him, and said apologetically.

"Sorry I'm late."

Bloodthorn shook his head and said with a smile.

"A fair game is never too late."

He raised his hand and used Originium magic to dispel the remaining bloodstains on the retro armor.

"Can we begin?"

The undead glanced at the cleansed sword and shield, then assumed an offensive stance, answering with his actions.

as you wish.

After a long period of confusion, Mob finally came to his senses.

He shouted in the most fervent voice he had heard in days.

"Here it comes! To hell with profit and glory! Now I only want to see the purest battle between two knights! So I declare the 23rd Kazimierz Knights Special Tournament Finals open!"

"By Bloodthorn, a contestant from the Knights' Guild!"

"Battle!"

"Independent Knight! Undead!"

"Game start!"

55. Warriors, standing tall for six thousand.

(Suggested background music for this chapter: StayGold Siren Records, Arknights character theme songs)

"The Undead player charged towards Bloodthorn! This is the only time in all the matches I've ever seen him display such a strong offensive mentality! Based on my years of commentary experience, the Undead player is serious this time!"

After the match began, the Undead was the first to charge forward, shielding himself with his right-hand sword hidden behind the shield, staring intently at the Bloodthorns in front of him.

Bloodthorn held his twin daggers in front of him. His eyes followed the undead's every step and movement.

However, the Undead's attack was strangely flawless, leaving Bloodthorn with no opening whatsoever. With its shield raised in front of it, Bloodthorn slightly bent as it charged forward, and its small shield blocked all possible attack routes.

Bloodthorn wanted to wait a little longer, but the Undead had already drawn the blade hidden behind his shield. Gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with his right hand, the Undead took a step forward with his right leg when the distance between them was less than two meters, taking an even longer step than before.

The waist drives the upper body, the right leg becomes the fulcrum, and while twisting the waistline, the right side of the body pulls the entire right arm, thrusting out the long sword in hand!

Swish!

Like a flash of lightning, the longsword thrust forward, appearing to the audience like a white light, followed by the sound of metal clashing.

Bloodthorn was in no hurry to think; he had never imagined that a sword and shield knight could draw his sword so quickly!

So he crossed the short swords in his hands, leaned back, and as the long sword came in front of him, he used the two short swords in his hands to block the blade of the long sword and lifted it upwards.

The longsword rubbed against the blades of the two short knives, creating countless tiny sparks, but it also allowed Bloodthorn to successfully bend over.

He then extended his lower body in the direction the undead had come from. After successfully dodging the thrust, he suddenly spun around to face the ground, gripped his dagger with his left hand, braced himself on the ground, and leaped away.

By the time everyone reacted, Bloodthorn had already arrived behind the Undead. Before his legs even touched the ground, Bloodthorn had already instantly targeted the enemy's weak point!

Without hesitation, he thrust his short knife toward the gap in the undead's armor at the lower back!

The Undead Man, of course, had a way to deal with it. Sensing the hostility behind him, he turned to the right immediately after missing his target. At the same time, he slightly raised his right arm, turned around suddenly, and used his entire waist strength to drive his right arm to slash diagonally down behind him, blocking the attack route to his lower body!

Bloodthorn had just dodged an attack and thought that by using his agile movements to get behind the enemy, he could seize an opportunity!

But the Undead's offensive strategy completely cost him his last chance to attack.

Ding!

The short sword in the Bloodthorn's thorny predicament was cleaved in two by the longsword. Had he not stopped in time, that strike would likely have severed his right hand!

Using the force of the strike, Bloodthorn leaped back two steps, landing steadily. He then looked up at the undead in front of him.

The first clash between the two had already dazzled the audience. First, there was the Undead's extremely fast sword strikes, and then Bloodthorn's movements were as if he were walking on the edge of a knife. Even after dodging, he still had the strength to attack!

Although it was ultimately blocked and split open by the Undead with a backhand slash, everything that happened in those two seconds was worth the price of admission.

This will be a textbook duel between sword-and-shield knights and lightly armored knights!

"Ha... such terrifying offensive and defensive awareness. Even his right hand, which wasn't holding a shield, became a solid shield thanks to his exquisite swordsmanship."

Bloodthorn shook his right hand; the Undead's slash that had struck his dagger had nearly dislocated his right wrist.

"You have such terrifying strength. To be honest, you're the first sword and shield knight who has made me feel so much pressure. Even among greatsword knights, there's no one who feels more pressure than you."

He nodded with satisfaction, his slightly effeminate face showing his approval.

"This long-awaited showdown has finally paid off."

The undead, shield in hand, assumed an attacking stance once more, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Your movement technique is quite good."

Should I be proud?

Bloodthorn smiled and flicked the dagger in his hand.

"You went first, now it's my turn!"