Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

The appearance of the Glory Knight awakened some of them, but the Glory Knight was still the Glory Knight after all. She was Lin Guang, a noble, and "someone who was born different from us", so her hoarse shouting did not cause much waves in Casimir.

But Roy was different. Roy had no background, but he dared to use the name of Glory Knight. He had been in the limelight for only a little over a month, and almost the entire news media industry in Casimir revolved around him, which undoubtedly deprived them of their status.

Sometimes, jealousy begins with a question: "Why?"

How come you, a competitive knight with no background like us, can become famous overnight?

How did you get so many honors and titles, and surpass the fans and popularity we have accumulated over the years in just one month?

Why are you "specially invited" to participate in the special championship that we can never dream of, and compete with us "professional competitive knights" who have been working hard in this industry for many years?

Roy has a grudge against them because he is an alien, and the biggest characteristic of the human population is "exclusion of aliens"!

As early as when Roy was announced to participate in the points race instead of going directly into the knockout round, all of them had already made up their minds tacitly - unite and eliminate this outlier first.

Not for points, just for revenge, to "get some relief"!

The knights, wearing all kinds of armor and holding all kinds of weapons, from different knight orders, who were supposed to be fighting to the death, now gathered together in unprecedented unity, surrounding the blue knight standing in the center of the arena. Unfortunately, the blue knight was not their leader, but their common enemy.

Their faces showed expressions of disdain, resentment, or pity, but they all looked at each other eagerly, as if urging each other to take the first step in this collective bullying. However, everyone was hesitant, unwilling to be the first person to bear this ignominious stigma.

Finally, a knight wearing rusty armor and holding an axe pushed through the crowded crowd and walked in front of Roy. He was a few inches taller than Roy and laughed at him condescendingly:

"Roy, I didn't expect you would have this day, did you?"

Roy raised his head and looked curiously at the thin man with bronze skin in front of him. Unlike Dikaiopolis, who looked honest at first glance, the man in front of him had a dark forehead and a sallow complexion. The dark circles under his eyes were very conspicuous even on that dark face, making it hard not to doubt his mental state during this period.

After searching his mind and confirming that he had never seen the man in front of him, Roy politely asked:

"Sorry, who are you?"

The mocking smile on the man's face suddenly froze, and his breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, as if he couldn't believe that Roy, who was 36.8 degrees Celsius, could say such cold words.

"You actually forgot about me? How dare you forget about me?"

The man's bloodshot eyes looked as if they were about to explode, and his yellow teeth that hadn't been brushed for a long time spewed out words that could only be muted. Seeing Roy frown and step back with disgust, he seemed to have finally completely lost his mind. He raised the giant axe in his hand high without any warning, and with all his strength, he chopped towards Roy's head!

The bloody scene of being split in two and the brain bursting out seemed to appear before his eyes in the next second. A somewhat crazy smile appeared on the man's face, and he roared:

"Remember, I am the one whose everything you have destroyed. I am Olmer Ingra!"

"Oh!"

A loud bang!

The frightened knights turned their heads away and turned them around tremblingly, carefully moving their gazes little by little in the direction of Roy and Olmer Ingla, as if they were afraid that seeing the mixed red and white scene would pollute their eyes and make them shed a few pitiful tears.

However, what came into view was a scene completely different from what they had imagined in their minds.

Roy raised his arm and supported the axe that Olmer Ingla was swinging down with both hands. The sharp axe blade stopped only two or three centimeters away from his forehead, almost touching the soft blue hair, but even though Olmer Ingla's forehead veins bulged, his teeth creaked, his face flushed, and his arms trembled, he could not move forward an inch!

Roy, on the other hand, just showed a look of sudden enlightenment with ease, his other hand was still calmly in his pocket, without any panic.

He was calm as if he was describing a trivial matter, and as if he was talking about a person who had nothing to do with him. His pupils slightly turned upwards, staring at the face that was filled with anger and fear, and he slowly said:

"Oh, it turns out it's you."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Click!" The hard axe blade made a crisp sound.

At this time, the knights were shocked to realize that the man from the falling star did not even use his palm to support the axe blade, but instead used his fingers to pinch the blade in mid-air, and then, as if to say hello good morning, he crushed it casually.

Volume 1: Chapter 46: The Knight is Not Virtuous and Deliberately Punches (Please Subscribe)

The axe blade shattered, and before Olmer Ingla could recover, a merciless uppercut hit him in the jaw.

"Oh!"

The dull sound seemed to penetrate the jawbone, rushing straight to the top of the head and halfway through the body, and a faint fist wind burst out above the head. The once invincible Rusted Bronze Knight was still in deep confusion in the last second of consciousness. He never thought that the way he was defeated would come so easily and quickly. In fact, if Roy had not been kind enough to hold back at the last moment, what would have shaken his head would not be the air, but a gushing column of blood!

In one second, two seconds, the unconscious body of Olmer Ingla flew high and landed heavily on the ground with a loud bang, like a sledgehammer, hitting the hearts of all the knights present who wanted to participate in this unfair siege.

For a moment, the circle that had tightly surrounded Roy retreated several steps. The knights in the front row showed fear and shrank timidly. It seemed that they were being surrounded rather than surrounded.

"Rusty Bronze, how could the Rusty Bronze Knight..."

"Didn't he say that he was careless in his last defeat?"

"What should I do? Who will go? Will you go? I don't dare. I won't give away points!"

There were discussions everywhere, and no one wanted to be the first to stand out, and no one wanted to be the cannon fodder.

Are you kidding? The Rusty Bronze Knight is a real knight, and even he is no match for Roy. How dare these lowly chickens without even a title to compete with Roy?

Probably to stabilize the morale of the troops, someone stopped and shouted in the crowd: "Don't... don't be afraid, we can fight in rotation. He only has one person, and we have dozens of people here. Are you afraid that we can't kill him?"

But the next second, Roy seemed to have anticipated this. He smiled and nodded, hooking his finger at everyone and said:

"A round-robin battle to wear me out? Fine, I don't mind, but you guys better think it over. Are you really planning to wear me out or just help the last person?"

That's right, it's a round-robin battle, and there has to be someone who can keep the wheels rolling. This is a points race where if you lose, your points will be taken away, and if your points are zero, you will be ruthlessly eliminated. In this so-called round-robin battle, anyone with a brain has to think about whether they are the boss of the wheel, or are they giving points to the lucky winner at the end?

If they were really noble knights, it would be fine. Knights trusted each other, cooperated with each other, shared life and death, and perhaps could abandon such personal gains and losses. But unfortunately, Roy knew very well in his heart that these people who shamelessly wanted to encircle him were competitive knights, a group of sophisticated egoists who regarded knighthood as a profession rather than an identity. They would not and could not make a decision to sacrifice themselves for others.

The armies are not united in strength, and they hesitate and march in a line like geese!

In just one sentence, the current situation of the besiegers was exposed. Roy looked at the people in front of him who were patrolling but not daring to move forward, shook his head with amusement and helplessness, and took the initiative to take a step forward.

In response, the besiegers all took a step back at the same time.

Roy raised his hand and pointed at someone, wanting to challenge him.

The next second, another person emerged from the crowd and challenged the person Roy had chosen at the speed of light before Roy could.

This really stunned Roy.

"What do you mean? You don't want to fight, but you want to surround me and not let me fight with others. Are you planning to just drag it out until the end of the game at nightfall, and then I will be eliminated automatically if I don't have enough points?"

"This is quite creative." Roy nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He suddenly asked, "But when did you develop the illusion that I couldn't defeat all of you by myself?"

"Come on, come together, I challenge all of you at the same time!"

.........

"Come on, come together, I challenge all of you at the same time!"

If Big Mouth Mob were asked to describe the scene in the audience at this moment in one sentence, he might only describe it as "the whole audience was silent, and no one dared to make a noise."

There are a total of 128 knights participating in the points race. Excluding Roy himself and the former great knight Olmer Ingla who was killed instantly by Roy, there are still 126 people!

126 people! What does this mean? As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands. Roy is going to fight 252 hands at the same time! In the true sense, one against a hundred!

Too exaggerated! The first reaction in Big Mouth Mob's mind was, this is too exaggerated!

This was obviously impossible for anyone to do. Since the start of the Knights' Competition, no one had ever achieved the legendary feat of slaying 100 people. Even the three-time defending champion, the legendary Black Knight, had never fought against five competitive knights at the same time in his knight career. Roy, however, not only wanted to do it, but he also wanted to go all the way and directly double it, completing the legend of fighting one against a hundred and slaying a hundred people in one day!

Even Roy Knight's loyal fans felt doubtful from the bottom of their hearts after hearing these remarks.

Question, question first, question again, don’t believe it!

Even the favorites to win this year’s championship, Blood Knight and Candle Knight, were not arrogant enough to challenge everyone at the same time in the points race. How could Roy, a knight who had only debuted for over a month, do that?

But what if?

Like many viewers who were looking forward to seeing a miracle, Big Mouth Mob couldn't help but have such a fantasy in his mind.

What if?

Roy himself is a knight who can create miracles. What if he can really do it?

Casimir the Silver Spear Pegasus once fought against an Ursus army that was ten times their size on the battlefield, and fought seven times in the legendary Plains Battle. Can the Meteor Knight Roy replicate this legend, stand firm under the siege of more than a hundred competitive knights, overcome all obstacles, and win the points race?

Everyone held their breath and concentrated. Inside and outside the huge arena, no one dared to be the first to speak, no one wanted to be the first to speak, and no one wanted to let their voice disrupt the atmosphere of anxiety and excitement at the moment.

The knights in the arena were waiting for Roy, and the audience outside the arena were waiting for Roy. Big Mouth Mob put the commentary microphone to his lips, and countless ideas of words and sentences flashed through his mind, looking for a word that could describe the scene at the moment!

Finally, he racked his brains and found a word.

This is the last moment of tranquility before the natural disaster.

Under everyone's gaze, Roy slowly raised his hand and clenched it into a fist!

S-level module [Bounty Hunter A's Fist] has been loaded.

Cover objects and spot all "your opponents".

Roy's opponents are all the competitive knights present at the moment!

so.....

"The magnetic field rotates 36.5 million times, the bounty hunter's fist!"

[What do you mean I can split fifty mountains with one sword? I can also punch through Londinium with one punch! ]

Deliberate punch! Out!

There are so many enemies and they are so strong, so I, Roy, will give Cavalelia a small middle-parted hairstyle. Is that not too much?

Volume 1: Chapter 47: One Hundred and Twenty-Seven

"Old friends, when I saw this, I felt deeply sorry that you did not come to Casimir with me, because I felt that I might have witnessed history."

Mai Gris Gotford, president of the Victorian Knight Culture Preservation Society, said this by phone.

An hour had passed since the start of the game. At this moment, there was only one person still standing in the huge arena.

"Roy, Knight Roy! He hasn't fallen yet, he's still dealing damage!"

"There are no other opponents in the arena. Knight Roy is the last one standing. He defeated 127 competitive knights and won all the points in the points race. Oh, my God, let us witness this moment. The most terrifying first place in the points race in history has been born!"

Big Mouth Mob felt that his voice was trembling. Looking at the square scoreboard floating above the arena, he felt that his heartbeat seemed to switch back and forth between stopping and beating wildly.

The last extra name on the list had been erased a minute ago. At this moment, on the entire scoreboard, there was only the last name in black with white letters still shining - Roy!

And behind his name is a score that is beyond everyone’s comprehension: 114514 points!

Since the Casimir Knights Tournament began, no one had ever achieved such a feat, leaving no one else on the points list except himself. Even compared to the previous points championships, Roy's score was ten or even nine times higher!

"It's worth the trip, it's worth the trip!"

Mai sighed with satisfaction, picked up the terminal prepared in the VIP room, opened the Knight Support List, and presented a small gift to Roy.

.........

"Old man, something big has happened!"

On the outskirts of Kavaleriaki, in the Black Iron Tree House.

Little Xuantie kicked open the door of the tree house and shouted to Old Xuantie who had just raised his glass:

"Something happened!"

Old Xuantie was stunned, stood up immediately and asked:

"What happened? Did the Business Federation find out about our plan?"

"No."

"Is it because the Supervisory Commission's checks and balances failed and it was overthrown by the Business Federation?"

"Well...it's not that serious."

Neither this nor that. Old Xuantie was confused. He frowned and asked, "So what happened? Selina, explain clearly!"

"It's Qing Jin. Qing Jin was besieged by 127 knights. It was just reported on the news. 127 competitive knights, although they are just a mob, but with so many people, I'm afraid..."

Roy was besieged by one hundred and twenty-seven knights?

I was shocked. I thought it was something serious. Why should I be afraid of being besieged by 127 knights? It's not like I was surrounded and beaten by 127 knights. With Roy's skills, even if he couldn't win, couldn't he escape?

You are just worrying too much.

Knowing what was going on, Old Xuantie didn't say anything. He just sat back in his chair, drinking his wine while watching his daughter slowly come to her senses from stamping her feet in anxiety, and then sit opposite him with a red face.

"Are you afraid that he will be in danger?" Old Xuantie joked.

"Don't be afraid." Xiao Xuantie retorted.

"What did you just yell about?"

"I'm worried that the 127 people will be in danger." Knowing that such caring words were not in line with his personality, he added, "It will attract the attention of the Supervisory Committee and the Business Federation."

“I see.” Old Xuantie clapped his hands, as if to say, “I believe whatever you say.” He took out another cup from the cupboard, poured a cup and handed it to Little Xuantie, saying, “Then you don’t have to worry.”

"You came in a hurry, so you probably didn't have time to follow the latest news. The game ended a few minutes ago."