Ark Undead

attack!

He gritted his teeth, and his right hand suddenly pulled the blade back in mid-air, about to slash down at the point where the immortal's shoulder and neck met!

Aren't you best at defense?!

Then show me how to defend! Let me see how you can defend against my attack when the blade is inches from your body!

This was the opportunity he had seized, and he was willing to risk his life for it!

Then, the scarlet blade slashed towards the undead's vulnerable nape of the neck.

Now, the only option for the Undead is to raise their shields and completely abandon defense on the right side in order to escape from this dangerous situation.

However, if the Undead abandons its right side, Bloodthorn's left hand will seize the opportunity to enter once it recovers its strength.

At that point, with the left side exposed, there will be no choice but to trade blows with Bloodthorn!

Bloodthorn's ability to control blood means that he can ignore wounds other than fatal ones.

In other words, no matter how the immortal chooses to deal with it, he will inevitably be the one who suffers the loss!

But at that moment, the Undead's shield, which was pressed tightly against his chest, was suddenly swung out with his left arm!

Bang!

"?!" The lightly armored knight opened his mouth in a daze, the sharp pain in his right wrist not immediately reaching his mind.

In that instant, the Undead chose to pull out the shield from his left arm and suddenly strike at Bloodthorn's hand holding the knife!

The edge of the shield crushed the fingers gripping the blade and pressed against his weakest hand!

After Bloodthorn felt a pain as if his fingers had been smashed by a heavy hammer, the right side of his body was already leaning backward uncontrollably!

Ding!

The blade thrust out with his left hand was also blocked and sealed by the longsword. Now, Bloodthorn's chest was completely empty, its opening wide open!

So the sword and shield knight, dressed in medium armor, withdrew his right hand, which he had thrown out, and steadied it in front of him.

He raised his left leg and stepped forward. At the same time, the shield in his left hand pushed forward abruptly, compressing the air like an impenetrable giant wall!

"coming!"

Mob instinctively shouted out!

Boom!

The shield struck Bloodthorn's head armor with a dull thud, the sound of shield colliding with helmet!

This completely stunned Bloodthorn.

He had seen this move on screen many times, and he had also imagined how he would counter the Undead's impressive shield bash.

But when he faced it himself, he realized just how despairing this shield truly was.

Just one shield bash, the shock to his head and the pain in his face, left him completely powerless!

But the Undead did not stop. He raised his shield slightly again, stepped forward with his right foot, and followed Bloodthorn's body as it instinctively retreated.

Step forward with your left foot, and then lower your left hand and thrust forward again!

Boom!

The forehead guard at the front of the scalpel suddenly dented! The immense force from the shield deformed the entire scalpel, shaking the head hidden inside so badly that the eyes rolled back and the person nearly fainted!

Bloodthorn was no longer able to think. She couldn't even control her arms, and her feet were constantly slipping backward. She couldn't stand steadily at all and was only trying to regain her balance through her body's instincts.

The undead looked at the enemy before him.

Since Bloodthorn has chosen to treat this match as a fair competition, he should naturally pay his respects to his opponent as a competitor!

So he took a step forward and gripped the longsword in his right hand tightly!

laugh...

The blade pierced through the center of his chest, its sharp edge penetrating his armor and causing blood to spurt out, delivering the final blow to the helpless enemy!

The blade grazed the heart, and the piercing wound was enough to prove everything. In this duel, the winner was already self-evident.

Bloodthorn shuddered, then lost all its strength, its arms hanging limply, its body supported by the longsword as it leaned towards the enemy in front of it.

"Wow... amazing."

Bloodthorn murmured.

The sword and shield knight remained silent, then with a slight exertion of his left hand, pressed the shield between the two against Bloodthorn's body, pushing him backward.

The pristine white blade pierced the valiant warrior's chest, drawing out his hot blood and bringing the match to a complete end.

Bloodthorn lay on the ground, helplessly gazing at the sky.

The raindrops had long since stopped falling. As the match reached its climax, even the rain seemed reluctant to disturb the two warriors and deliberately concealed itself.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sun could be vaguely seen hiding behind the clouds.

The immortal looked toward the commentary booth, awaiting the announcement.

Mob's eyes welled up with tears, the tremor of a sports enthusiast paying the highest respect to a wonderful match!

"The winner!"

He took a deep breath and solemnly announced with all his might!

"The Legend of Immortality!"

Then came applause, shouts, and the simultaneous explosion of cannons, weaving together a hymn of praise that enveloped both the victor and the vanquished.

The dark clouds dispersed, and golden sunlight shone on the blood-stained armor of the battle-hardened knights.

The sword and shield knight closed his eyes and raised his longsword.

The sunlight revolves on the blade, as if the sun itself is softly praising it.

This is not an easy battle.

The light armored warrior gritted his teeth and persevered through the Knights Guild's inhumane training.

The damaged body resisted the forced growth and destruction caused by the drugs.

The Sword and Shield Knights faced pressure from the entire business alliance for the sake of a promise.

He shattered the trap and thwarted the scheme.

The winner shares the joy of victory with the loser, who enjoys the thrill of the duel and cheers with the winner.

Their swords, along with this duel, will be etched into the history of Kazimierz!

Bloodthorn looked up at the shining sun in the sky and, listening to the cheers of the surrounding audience, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ha...cough...hahaha!"

Although his voice was still weak, the joy and satisfaction in his laughter spoke volumes about his mood at that moment.

The Undead sheathed his sword, looked down at the knight before him, and asked softly.

"Are you satisfied?"

Bloodthorn narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Honestly..."

He sighed.

"That felt amazing!"

56. The sun was blazing high in the sky! Nine thousand

(Suggested background music for this chapter: RedTower)

Gazing at the sun in the sky, Bloodthorn couldn't help but sigh.

Such a powerful opponent inspires despair, just like the sun in the sky, dazzling yet untouchable.

He struggled to his feet, went to the Undead, and extended his right hand to him.

"From this moment on, you will be a figure etched in the history of Kazimierz."

His face was natural and composed, showing no signs of defeat.

"Regardless of what you think now, I only hope that you won't forget me, and won't forget the thrilling match you had with a Sarkaz in the Flameblade Arena."

The Undead extended his right hand and shook hands with the young Sarkaz.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and both could see the satisfaction and admiration in the other's eyes.

To Bloodthorn, the Undead is like a wall covered in thorns; the oppressive feeling he gives is unparalleled, and he cannot find any weakness to break through.

For the undead, Bloodthorn was a worthy knight; he was warlike, just, and enjoyed the battle itself. Even in his time, he was a rare warrior.

Bloodthorn withdrew his right hand and looked at the increasingly noisy audience seats.

"I almost forgot, someone asked me to pass on a message to you: no one will die."

The ease vanished from his face, replaced by tension and worry.

"Whether you win or lose, as long as you publicly join the Knights Guild and become a subordinate knight of the Knights Guild, the Knights Guild will be your eternal home. And this is the last thing he can do for you."

Bloodthorn looked at the taciturn sword and shield knight in front of him.

"He is an old man, an old man I admire and respect. You should already be very familiar with his subordinates."

"gravel?"

"The immortal asked curiously."

"That gentleman?"

"Yes."

Bloodthorn nodded.

"He caused quite a scene at the Securities and Futures Commission yesterday, and I heard that several Grand Knights had a lot to say about him. But he still managed to get this opportunity for you."

“I know what you did, no one died. I think you did a good job, but you lacked a bit of composure.”

"You shouldn't have struck so hard at such a crucial time yesterday. Revenge is something that will happen to you sooner or later. Your strength is enough to keep the Business Alliance choking you for a long time. Why are you in such a hurry?"