Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

"It's the Bronze Knight. Luckily, I thought I would be forced to fight against someone of the same level as Left Hand."

"It looks like I can easily win this time. Will Viviana come to watch my game? I can reserve a seat for you."

"Viviana? What's wrong with you?"

"Eh? How come a nice girl suddenly becomes stupid?"

PS: The author is me. Why are there still rumors that it is not me?

Volume 1: Chapter 11 Knight Competition, the battle begins!

Casimir, Kavaleriya, Ice Soul Arena.

Among the numerous knight arenas in Casimir, Bingpo Arena is just an inconspicuous one. It is small in scale, located in a remote area, and there are no large residential areas around it to provide a stable source of customers. Even the company behind the investment in Bingpo Arena is just a small and medium-sized enterprise that is not even qualified to join the Business Union Council. In last year's Casimir Knight Arena and Arena Annual Report, Bingpo Arena ranked only 36th. Against the backdrop of the prosperity of the entire knight arena, it is unique in its decline.

But who can say that this is not Casimir's trend? Big arenas swallow up small arenas, big companies swallow up small companies, and big capital swallows up small capital. The world is like this. At present, only the lower-class citizens and middle-class white-collar workers who cannot afford the high ticket prices for first-class knight competitions will visit this arena to watch the knight competitions held here, which are not considered exciting.

And working in such an arena is all that Big Mouth Mob lives for now.

After a long journey from the desolate village of Casimir, they stepped into the Great Knight Territory with a passion and pilgrimage-like piety, hoping to start a new life here. This is the common dream of countless Casimir villagers. Big Mouth Mob is no exception, but he has no background, no family wealth, and only a clever mouth. If he wants to take the next step, he needs not hard work, but opportunity.

"Opportunities only come to those who are prepared!" Big Mouth Mob encouraged himself. Because he needed the opportunity, he attached more importance to this job. Even if it was just an ordinary game, he would try his best to explain it vividly!

After adjusting his fancy tie, Big Mouth Mob took a deep breath, walked up to the commentary platform, and picked up the speech that the organizer had prepared long ago:

"Ladies and gentlemen, honorable people of Casimir! Welcome to the Ice Soul Arena. I am your old friend, Big Mouth Mob!"

There were cheers from the audience. It was obvious that Big Mouth Mob had a high reputation in this arena.

He waved his arms and nodded rhythmically. When the cheers died down, Big Mouth Mob put the microphone to his mouth again and said:

"As you all know, I don't like to keep people in suspense, but this time is different. Please allow Mob to say a few more words and introduce the two knights participating in this competition! First, there is the great knight who has been awarded the title, the powerful Rusted Bronze - Olmer Ingra!"

Big Mouth Mob's hand suddenly pointed to the left, and the large entrance screen on the left side of the outer circle and inner square arena of the Ice Soul Arena suddenly lit up. Displayed on it was the burly figure of Olmer Ingla and the results of the last ten games: victory, victory, victory, all victory!

"A fierce arena butcher, an ancient noble, and the threshold of modern competitive knights! Olmer Ingra, all enemies who stand in front of him will be ravaged, and the losers who surrender at his feet will not escape. He is a cruel beast, but also a powerful knight. Please come on stage!"

The exciting music sounded at the right moment, the closed door on the left side of the venue slowly rose, and Olmer Ingla strode onto the stage.

He held a huge double-edged axe in his hand and wore a simple armor of rusty bronze. A terrifying look was cast from the face hidden under the helmet. He stared directly at the door opposite him that had not yet been opened. A disdainful sneer came from his throat. Then he raised his hand and opened his arms towards the audience, welcoming the thunderous cheers!

"Olmer Ingra! This vote is worth it today!" "Rusty Bronze Knight! The titled knight actually came to the Ice Soul Arena!" "The arena butcher, I wonder which unlucky guy will face him today!" "Don't worry, maybe he is also a titled knight?"

The noisy noise continued for a long time until everyone began to guess the opponent of the Bronze Knight. Then Big Mouth Mob nodded with satisfaction and opened the file cover containing the basic information of another knight.

"Roy, novice competitive knight, record: none."

The voice that Big Mouth Mob was about to shout suddenly stopped. He looked at the information in his hand again, and after confirming that there were no interlayers or pages turned, he fell into a stunned silence.

It is no exaggeration to say that even when he knew that one of the players in today's match was the Rusted Bronze Knight, he thought that the other player must be another great knight with a title. Therefore, he just let the audience speculate and whetted their appetite.

Then you suddenly tell him that the other party in the confrontation is a novice knight?

Are you kidding me? A newly registered novice knight is fighting against a titled knight in his debut match?! Isn't this just being bullied?

Moreover, it would be fine if the person who bullied the weakling was someone else, but they specially arranged the Rusted Bronze Knight, who usually wouldn't participate in such small arena games, to bully the weakling. Did this guy named Roy offend some big shot?

How many of the knights who fought against Xiu Tong were able to walk out of the arena standing?

Even someone as dedicated as Big Mouth Mob didn't know how to read the manuscript in his hand with the information. He even hesitated a little, wondering if the organizer had given him the wrong manuscript.

But when he cast a doubtful look at Olmer Ingla's agent who was sitting in the VIP box not far away, he stopped asking questions - the agent was also staring at him, and the look in his gloomy eyes was resolute and cruel, with only one meaning: "That's right, read on!"

Big Mouth Mob could only take a deep breath and read the words on the manuscript with some regret:

"The other party is the beginner knight, Roy!"

Sure enough, as soon as the microphone finished speaking, there was a commotion in the audience. People whispered to each other, asking, "Roy, who?" "A beginner knight? I checked the website of the Knights Association, and it seems that he has only been registered for less than three days." "Let a novice knight fight rusty copper? What's the point of that?"

"That's not right."

As if he had anticipated the audience's reaction, Big Mouth Mob raised the microphone and said loudly:

"This Roy is no ordinary person, he is the [Independent Knight]!"

"Everyone, shout out with me, what does [Independent Knights] mean!?"

Big Mouth Mob raised the microphone to the audience, took a deep breath, and was the first to shout out:

“Don’t join any knight orders, don’t accept any sponsorship, don’t ally with any company! Be noble, just, always shine, and win the championship!”

"That's right! Roy, a beginner competitive knight, is a [Shining Knight Follower]!"

Big Mouth Mob pointed his finger towards the right side of the stage, where the lights were focused and the door slowly rose. The green figure walked lightly and agilely, not wavering at all because his opponent was Rusty Bronze.

Roy stepped onto the stage, smiling, and greeted the silent audience. There were no disdainful faces, suspicious eyes, or derogatory whispers.

But he was not at all timid, like a pillar in the turbulent water. No matter whether the newcomers were wolves-like onlookers or ferocious tigers like rusty copper, he was fearless.

He can still laugh?

He can actually laugh!

After sighing twice in his heart, with completely different emotions, Big Mouth Mob's face was rekindled with passion and confidence. He put down the manuscript that he had written long ago, which showed contempt for Roydo, and shouted impromptu:

"Olmer Ingra, who was defeated by the Glory Knight and denounced as unworthy of being a knight, and Roy, the independent knight who calls himself a "Follower of the Glory Knight", this is not some boring crushing match, this is a duel of destiny!"

"Will the Bronze Knight avenge his previous defeat, or will the legend of Roy Knight rise again? Let's log on to the official website of the Knights Association and cheer for the two knights! The victory or defeat will be decided in an instant, so wait and see!"

"Knightly competition, battle begins!"

"Thump!" The sound of weapons clashing echoed throughout the arena!

Volume 1: Chapter 12 Kneel down!

Olmer Ingla took the lead in launching the attack. His expression was a bit disdainful. He carelessly stepped back in front of Roy, took a deep breath, and then threw the giant axe forward. The huge flying axe made a "crackling" sound in the air, and flew towards Roy with overwhelming momentum. At the same time, Olmer Ingla also took a steady step forward with the inertia of throwing the flying axe, opened his arms, and rushed straight towards Roy.

The axe is a terrible heavy weapon. Its weight means that even the strongest armor cannot face the axe blade from top to bottom. And the man in green in front of him, let alone a qualified knight's heavy armor, does not even have many steel products on his body. His leather equipment makes him look more like a poor hunter in the countryside than a competitive knight on the field.

"Just like that, you dare to step onto this stage and imitate that guy?"

A roar came out of his throat that only the two of them could hear. Olmer Ingra saw with his own eyes that the ridiculous novice did not even have time to react to the oncoming flying axe. He just slowly raised his arm. At the same time, the horrified commentary of Big Mouth Mob resounded throughout the arena:

"What's going on? Is our Novice Knight so frightened? He wants to block Rusty Copper's special flying axe with just his bare hands? Is this match going to end so soon?!"

That’s right, it’s over!

A cruel smile appeared on Rusty Copper's face, as if he had already seen the scene where Roy's hands were chopped off by the flying axe, his body was wrapped by the axe blade and embedded in the wall.

It was still too easy. He thought Roy would have some skills, but he didn't expect it to be over with just one move. Tsk, he still has to beg Roy not to die, otherwise he will have to deal with a lot of nagging about the bail.

At the same time, two figures stood up in the stands. Monique, who was sitting in the last row of the audience, opened her mouth slightly, then raised her eyebrows, looked angrily in the direction of Rusty Copper, and then turned and walked out of the field, obviously ready to assassinate immediately after entering the field. Vivian, who was wearing a black robe and makeup and sitting in the VIP seat on the other side, also frowned, and the necklace hanging on her chest flashed its light yellow light, which was proof that the simple spell unit was working. Obviously, she was ready to use the Originium technique at any time to stop the flying axe flying towards Roy.

And Xinteleya, Xinteleya is working overtime.

However, in the next second, the audience erupted in shocking cheers, drawing the two's attention back.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! What did I see!"

The scream of Big Mouth Mob almost exploded in everyone's ears.

"Knight Roy caught the flying axe from Rusty Bronze. He caught the flying axe! He accurately grabbed the axe handle in mid-air! He used brute force to stop the momentum of the flying axe! He also pointed the axe blade at the Rusty Bronze Knight who was rushing towards him! He only used one! hand!"

The audience's eyes instantly focused on Roy. The novice knight who was not favored by anyone was standing proudly on the field, with a relaxed smile on his face. In his hand, the powerful axe thrown by the Rusty Bronze Knight was held meekly by him. There was no blood, no screams, and he didn't even take a step back or gasp. It was as easy as catching a beer bottle thrown by a roadside barbecue stall. It was not worth mentioning.

[S module [Power of Bounty Hunter A] has been loaded, the number of currently loaded modules: 2]

Listening to the voice beside him, the smile on Roy's face became even brighter, as if he was mocking Olmer Ingla, who was forced to slow down and couldn't wait to open the champagne before the first half.

Just as he had said to Viviana at the beginning, the Rusty Bronze Knight, Olmer Ingra, was too simple for him.

Even without loading the power of the module, relying solely on his own speed that rivals Pegasus, he could easily outwit the clumsy knight and kill him bit by bit with his bow and arrows.

But he didn't intend to do that, because the scene would not be shocking enough!

This is his first battle since his debut. In order to make a name for himself and complete the task better, he must perform even more breathtakingly!

So, he chose to take the flying axe, which seemed too slow to him, and then, give him back in his own way!

Roy smiled apologetically, bowed sincerely to Olmer Ingra, who had almost hit him with the axe blade, and said softly:

"Bronze Knight, your axe is well maintained. The handle is wrapped in leather and the blade is often sharpened. It is really a very good axe. If he hits you with it, even if you break bones and tendons, you will probably have your skin torn apart, right? Fortunately, it is in my hands now."

"Why, judging from your expression, you don't seem to know your battle axe well enough? That won't do. A close-fitting weapon is like a knight's wife. How can you not know your wife well?"

Roy smiled, a smile that sent chills down Olmer Ingra's spine, and said openly:

"How about I help you understand it?"

It was visibly that the knight nicknamed the Arena Butcher swallowed timidly and took a step back involuntarily.

He was panicking. Even though just a minute ago he was confident that he had won, at this moment, he was indeed panicking.

Having his weapon taken away in the arena basically meant that he was defeated. He was not a warlock knight like the Candle Knight. After his great axe was taken away from him, he almost lost 90% of his combat effectiveness.

Was he going to rely on his physical strength, teeth and nails to fight the man who caught his flying axe with his bare hands? Don't be kidding! That flying axe was his ultimate move, and even he couldn't catch it! He doubted that he would even need the axe to fight with Roy who caught the flying axe. Roy could just tear the rusty copper with his bare hands!

Careless - he couldn't even say such polite words. When Roy caught his flying axe in the blink of an eye and pointed the axe at him in the blink of an eye without showing any fatigue or discomfort, he already understood that the strength of the two of them was probably not at the same level. If he had to compare, the last time he felt this kind of powerlessness was when he faced the [Shining Knight].

But the man in front of him was obviously even less abiding by martial ethics than Knight Yao. His words that his weapon was his wife, helping him experience something, were simply murderous.

Damn, using this metaphor, is this guy a pervert?

Olmer Ingla only felt a discomfort all over his body. This feeling of frustration and discomfort was even stronger than the fear of being defenseless at the moment, which made him panic inside.

But Roy didn't even give him too much chance to adjust. As if deliberately showing off his strength, he held the giant axe in one hand and put the other hand behind his back as he walked towards Olmer Ingla. Then, he raised the axe blade and controlled it with absolutely precise force, stopping it on the head of the Bronze Knight.

"Ohhhhhhhh! In just a few seconds, the situation changed surprisingly! The Bronze Knight who was sure of victory just now had his weapon taken away by Roy in the blink of an eye! Wait, what is Roy going to do? He walked towards Rusty Bronze! He placed the battle axe on Rusty Bronze's head! What is he going to do! Advance reminder, there is no age limit for spectators in this competition. In theory, bloody and violent scenes are not allowed. Violators will be disqualified!"

"Don't worry." Mob said halfway, and Roy raised his other hand and made an "OK" gesture in the direction of Mob, interrupting Mob's warning.

Did he hear his own warning?

Big Mouth Mob was stunned for a second. This was the first time that a competitive knight responded to his commentary during a match. Could it be that he was so relaxed that he didn't worry that Rusty Copper would take the opportunity to counterattack?

The next moment, Roy used practical actions to dispel Big Mouth Mob's doubts.

"His axe blade began to descend! My God, the axe blade of the Bronze Knight cut through iron like mud, and his helmet was cut open! Oh my God, what is Roy doing? He accurately controlled the amplitude and strength of the descent, he was forcing the Bronze Knight to lower his posture, no! He was forcing the Bronze Knight to kneel down!"

"The Arena Butcher! He fought without regard for strength and consequences, causing many major safety accidents. He is a great knight known as the Arena Butcher! He is being forced to his knees by another independent knight with absolutely precise strength!"

As Big Mouth Mob's tone became increasingly sharp, the axe blade in Roy's hand slowly descended, and under the axe blade, Olmer Ingra's body was like being suppressed by a huge mountain, and it slowly bent and sank involuntarily.

He had no way to resist. He could feel that there was no smile in the eyes of the man in front of him. His eyes were fixed on him. If he made any unnecessary movements, the giant axe would fall!

He had no doubt that Roy dared to do this, even though Roy seemed to have no power or capital behind him.

But as the saying goes, there are two most terrifying types of people in the world: one is the person who can cover the sky with one hand, and the other is the person who has nothing, isn’t it?

He doesn't dare to gamble!

"Bang." There was another dull collision sound, just like the dull sound when Olmer Ingla stepped on the ground and threw the flying axe at the beginning of the game. The game also ended with the sound made by Olmer Ingla.

Only this time, it was his steel knee armor that collided with the marble floor of the arena.

"A shocking dark horse! A shocking reversal! The legend of the Independent Knights rises again! I declare that the winner is - Roy!"

ps: The time was set wrong, it was set to June 2023, 6.19, damn, I'm sorry

Volume 1: Chapter 13: Response of the Business Association/

"The humiliating defeat of the Rusted Bronze Knight Olmer Ingra has become the most explosive topic in Casimir. It is reported that the main sponsor of the Rusted Bronze Knights has withdrawn its capital on a large scale, and the Capital Hammer Department Store is considering selling the Rusted Bronze Knights' qualification to participate in the Knights' Tournament."

With the overwhelming coverage on computers, mobile phones, televisions and newspapers, the duel in the Ice Soul Arena has become a hot news item that everyone in Casimir knows about.

The Rusted Bronze Knight was quite powerful. He was a great knight with a title and a veteran in the knight arena. From any perspective, there was no reason for him to lose to a new knight who had just made his debut. When people's curiosity was aroused, his reputation and story began to spread exponentially. More and more people began to know about a junior knight named "Roy", and then they knew the slogan he shouted when he participated in the knight competition:

——Don't join any knights, don't accept any sponsorship, don't ally with any company. The "three no's" principle, which had disappeared in Casimir and was once implemented by the Knight of Glory Lin Guang, has once again become the top ten hot spots in the entire Casimir intercity network in an unexpected situation. Before it, the other hot spots were all heated discussions about this game and Roy's identity.

Public opinion is always a double-edged sword. When the Business Federation had not yet reacted, the rebellious topic of [Independent Knights] had already been put in front of them again.

"What on earth is Hammer's Department Store doing? Dealing with one Shining Knight was troublesome enough, and now there's another one, and he's even in the spotlight?"

At the joint meeting of the Business Federation, a voice asked the CEO of Hammer Department Store, who was asked to attend the meeting on short notice.

The CEO of Hammer's Department Store also had a face full of grievance. He didn't know about this matter beforehand, and when he learned about the Rusted Bronze Knight's participation in the competition from his contact Crab, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Although Olmer Ingla was a dog they raised, he was from a famous knight family after all. It was indeed troublesome to arrange work for him when there were no major competitions. Since he was willing to find something to do for himself and the other party was a new knight who had just debuted, the CEO felt that if nothing unexpected happened, there should be no accidents.

But who would have thought that he would actually lose. Losing would be fine, but he lost so badly! A titled knight had his weapon snatched away by a novice with the title of [Independent Knight] and was forced to kneel on the spot. This can't be said to be a complete defeat. Even if he was defeated by the Brilliant Knight, it would not be such a humiliation! 9

In this case, how much will the prestige of their business association suffer? How much will the value of the so-called "Title Knight" that they have worked so hard to market, which is comparable to the knights of war, drop?

Selling Olmer Ingla a hundred times won't bring him back!

But the CEO also knew that now was not the time to worry about how to punish Olmer Ingla. The most urgent task was to quickly reduce the impact of this incident and send out strong enough knights, or even use some means to defeat this guy named Roy and make him withdraw from the stage of knight competition!