The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

But that's the truth...

"Roughly estimated at 2 people?"

"Are you serious? Let me confirm again, you mean you can hold off an army of 2?"

Lancelot's mouth gaped open, his face full of astonishment. He couldn't fathom what kind of ability this young man possessed that could withstand 2 people!

My God, is he really a monster?

Seeing that the other person remained silent for a while, Kiana couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what are you thinking about? You're not thinking of asking if I'm bragging, are you?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I'm just curious. How did you do that?" Lancelot asked.

"I am no ordinary knight. To be sure, even here, no one can stop me," Kiana said firmly.

"Hehe, is that so? Then, how about we have a contest?" Lancelot suddenly said.

Kiana was taken aback upon hearing this.

What did he mean by that? Did he want to give it a try too?

Wait a minute, wasn't he always arrogant and disdainful of using any weapons?

"What? Don't you believe in my strength?" Lancelot asked.

"No, I just don't quite understand what you're trying to do," Kiana replied.

"It's simple. If you can't even defeat me, how can you talk about stopping an army of 2?" Lancelot said, drawing his sword directly from behind his back.

This sword is carved from black stone, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if it might drink blood at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Kiana's eyes showed a look of shock.

She knew she had encountered an unparalleled swordsman!

"Well then... I'll show you what a true master is like," Kiana said coldly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Kiana rushed towards Lancelot.

The two quickly began fighting.

At this moment, Kiana couldn't help but think of King Arthur's words from before.

He said...

I can take on a hundred people by myself!

That's absolutely true!

Because I do indeed have that ability.

"boom!!!"

"Whoosh!!"

The two attacked relentlessly, their various martial arts techniques flashing brilliantly in the air.

A series of huge explosions rose and fell, one after another, without end.

Shortly afterward, the two retreated several meters at the same time, looking at each other warily.

"You are indeed very capable, worthy of being called the Knight of the Lake," Kiana praised.

She knew that she no longer needed to hide anything; after all, she no longer needed to hide anything, and the other party's strength was far greater than she had imagined.

"You're not bad either."

Lancelot smiled and said, "I really like the confident aura you exude, which is different from you girls."

Kiana asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe..." Lancelot didn't speak, he just smiled.

Kiana wasn't the type to pry, so since the other party hadn't explicitly stated it, she didn't need to investigate further.

Thinking of this, Kiana smiled and said, "I also really like your carefree attitude; perhaps that's why I like you."

"Hmm... your eyes are very similar to my mother's. But the difference is that her eyes were filled with sorrow, while yours are completely different; it's like..."

Like the only light in the world, illuminating it.

Are you complimenting me?

"Hehe, of course."

"Okay, thank you for the compliment," Kiana replied.

The next second, she suddenly used all her strength to send Lancelot flying, sword and all.

Because the force was so great, the little girl rolled on the ground several times before finally coming to a stop.

Do you believe me now?

"Ahem! I believe it, I believe it very much."

Lancelot staggered to his feet.

He felt that his strength was at least one of the best in the world, and that he should be able to fight him for several rounds.

However, the reality is quite terrifying...

If he hadn't deliberately gone easy on me, I probably wouldn't have lasted even a single round.

Although I held back, this was just a competition; to fight to the death would be far too risky...

"Very well, I now have a difficult task for you, Kiana... If you can do it, perhaps we can win this war with minimal losses."

Lancelot dusted off his hands, sheathed his sword, and strode over.

Although her face still bore traces of blood and dust, her expression was undeniably one of extraordinary excitement.

.

It seemed as if as long as this mission was completed and this battle was won, Great Britain would be unified.

"Oh, so this so-called mission is to stop 2 people?"

"No, actually there are more, about 3 people, and they are 3 regular troops."

Lancelot said slowly.

Chapter Twenty: A Battlefield Even More Devastating Than Camran

"So it was 3 regular troops?"

The regular army is different from these militiamen who are responsible for guarding the towns.

They are professional soldiers, absolute killing machines.

If they were regular troops temporarily drawn from the army, that might be understandable.

If it's the kind of army that follows its lord in battles year after year...

Their psychological qualities, resilience, and fighting spirit are far superior to those of ordinary soldiers.

Warriors of this caliber are usually quite rare.

Kiana asked in confusion, "Why are there 3 people?"

"Because we failed to gain the respect of the local lords, or rather, the respect of the vast majority of lords."

Lancelot stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then looked up: "Because of our king's execution of nobles, the lords regard us as enemies. I came out here and gathered some intelligence; conservatively speaking, there are at least 3 of them."

Is it because of the punishment of the lord...?

Kiana, however, didn't seem to care much about it.

Perhaps because of my previous trip.

The number of lords who died at his hands was countless.

Most of those guys were wicked lords who committed all sorts of evil deeds, were cruel and violent, and even believed in evil forces to sacrifice their people.

The phrase "they deserved to die" perfectly describes them.

However, it seems that even if a lord is guilty, a leader or king cannot easily punish him.

Kiana touched her chin, then nodded at Lancelot.

He smiled and said, "I understand."

"Then... I'll leave it to you."

Looking at the girl with the bright smile in front of him, Lancelot couldn't help but kneel down on one knee.

He suddenly bowed and knelt down.

Kiana, puzzled, stepped forward to help him up:

Why are you kneeling?

"Please allow me to express my respect to you, traveler from afar."

Lancelot showed no intention of getting up and continued solemnly, "Compared to my incompetence, the help you can give to my king is far greater."

“I am very grateful for what you have done for my king.”

Kiana sighed:

I don't need your thanks, I just need you to do your job well.

We share the same goal: we all hope that she can unify this chaotic world, successfully ascend the throne, and become the heir to this ancient empire.

So, can you do what you plan to do?

Lancelot answered solemnly:

"Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to protect the King of Wu!"

Kiana smiled with satisfaction after hearing her words:

"I'm relieved that you think that way."

Kiana patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him:

"Alright, get up."

Without a second thought, Lancelot was forcibly pulled up by Kiana.