Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

"Go."

As if he had been pardoned, the man fled as if he was escaping for his life, leaving only the door that had been knocked open shaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen!! Welcome to the Grand Knight Territory Knight Competition Special. I am the host, Mob! After two rounds of preliminaries, a total of 52 knights have entered the official competition! Today they will once again shed blood and sweat for an invitation to the finals. Who will qualify? Let us wait and see!"

“Everyone can pick up the terminal in their hands, support their favorite knight, and win generous bonuses!!!”

"Contestants enter!!!"

The people's enthusiasm lasted for a long time, and cheers echoed throughout the arena.

"Come on! Plastic Knight, I bought them all for you to win!!!"

"'Left Hand' show them some color!!!"

"Rusty Copper!!! Tear them apart!!!"

"In the first round, the contestants will be divided into four groups, each with 13 people. You will get three points for eliminating one opponent! The top six players will advance!!!"

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"It's started." Claude said softly, not knowing what he meant.

The blonde female knight glanced at him subconsciously.

A New Beginning: Chapter 6: Rising to Fame

The sun was bright but not blinding, and the grass of the arena was covered with dew, welcoming a group of guests. But they were destined to be bad guests, destined to shed blood on the grass, destined to trample him, destined to ruin the neatly trimmed lawn.

Claude held his spear tightly and walked at the end of the team. The dew wet his battle robe, and the black fabric was stained with a darker color. "It's like it's soaked in blood," Claude thought.

The audience's cheers continued - they would never quiet down.

The thirteen of them drew this venue, which has a vast grassland and is very suitable for the performance of long-range knights and Kuranta knights.

Go to your own area and wait. The thirteen areas form a circle with a radius of twenty meters, with ample space between them, enough for everyone to react.

"All knights have entered the arena. Countdown is fifty seconds. Start!!"

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"5! 4! 3! 2!"

"1!!!"

The breath inside the helmet was loud and moist, and it came out of the exhaust port with water vapor. With his body crouched low, his spear tightly grasped, and his silky smooth tail bent down, Claude launched his charge. His strong legs pushed the grass with his iron boots, and he ran forward, his vision moving rapidly.

A ranged knight had just crouched down to load a crossbow when he heard heavy and hurried footsteps. He looked up and saw the cold light of the spear tip was right in front of him. "So fast!!!" As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, the spear tip shook and shattered the sophisticated composite crossbow. The spear shaft spun around, and the striking part under the blade hit the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. In a flash, Claude did not stop at all and continued to rush to the next opponent.

He never missed a strike, and it was not until he knocked down his third opponent that the encirclement of Claude was formed at the beginning of the match.

"Should I say I expected it?" Claude looked at the encirclement of nine knights - from the beginning, this was a game against him, not a team fight, but his fight against the remaining 12 knights. When he refused the company's recruitment, he knew what he would face. In this melee of 13 people, it was the best opportunity to do something, and there was also a good excuse - the knights felt that he was too strong and decided to eliminate him first.

The three ranged knights that would pose a threat have been eliminated. Next, let's see their determination.

He swung his spear, forcing three people to retreat. With a twist of his wrist, the spear shattered one person's knee, and then stabbed to the side, cutting open another person's side.

He took a step back to avoid the huge axe that was brushing his nose, and swung his elbow backwards, allowing the hard elbow armor to shatter his mask and nose.

The spear struck back, the tail of the spear dented the throat guard, and the attacker fell down holding his throat.

His movements were so smooth and unhurried, and he attacked calmly. His opponents seemed to be cooperating with him, sending their vital points to his hands.

Surrounded by four people, he threw down his spear, drew out his long sword, clenched his palm, and golden electricity wrapped around the sword. The sword blade danced with a ball of sword flowers, cutting through the flesh in the gap of the armor, and a dazzling electric light flashed, and another person fell down.

Feint, block, deflect, his feet intertwined and rotated, the sword blade turned into cold light, his body danced in the chaos of blades, and his armor was never touched.

Claude stopped walking and looked at the place where he was the only one standing. He turned around and was about to leave when a cold light suddenly appeared behind him.

Lightning flashed, and an arm flew up with blood. The long sword danced with sword flowers, and blood and grease drew an arc on the ground, and the sword was as smooth as new.

"The...game...is over. The winner is the Night Knight...with 36 points..."

The cheers that the audience had been suppressing in their throats burst out completely. Some people even forgot to breathe, and the wild cheers reached the sky.

"Hoo!!!!!! Wow!!!!!!!!!"

“So handsome!!!”

"Great!"

"……………………!!!"

No one stopped until their throats became hoarse and their mouths became dry.

Claude looked at those who were truly cheering for him. At this moment, they were not upset about the bonus, nor were they happy about his performance. Instead, they were truly enthusiastic about his bravery and admired him. This was the true honor for a knight.

Sheathing his sword, Claude bowed and saluted in response.

The cheers became more deafening.

“Night Knight! Night Knight! Night Knight! Night Knight! Night Knight!!!…………”.

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“Wow!!!!!!!!!!!”

In another place, cheers were also deafening. The dazzling light on Margaret slowly faded away, and her body was spotless. She was also the only one standing.

"Wow!!!! Ha!!!!!!!"

She was startled by the sudden loud cheers. A man walked out from another venue and pointed a blood-stained helmet at her. She quickly returned the greeting and saw the man turn around and walk towards the exit passage.

She suddenly had an urge to get to know the other person. Just as she was about to chase after him, she suddenly thought of those unscrupulous media in Casimir, especially the Red Wine News - if she chased after him, countless scandals would surely spread, so she had to stop.

Claude knew that he could no longer live in his old apartment. Staying here would cause him a lot of trouble. He settled the bill with the landlord, but the landlord didn't say much, probably because of the blood on his face.

After packing up my things, I only had a travel bag. I turned around and left, looking for a place to stay for the night. It would be best if it was a little more hidden, since I was already famous now, so I would avoid unnecessary disturbances.

As night fell, the Great Knight Territory was still brightly lit. People came and went with excitement on their faces, and all they talked about was the match between the Night Knight and Margaret. Some people had even given Margaret the title of "Knight of Glory" to contrast with Claude's "Night Knight".

At this time, "Night Knight" Claude was worrying about where to live. Other places were either extremely expensive or too crowded, and he could never find a suitable place.

After a while, Claude, who was very hungry, decided to eat first. For some reason, the food in the previous world was always hard to swallow and the cooking methods were very crude. It seemed that people used all their wisdom on war and had no intention of developing other things. Even the food of the nobles was not better than that of the common people.

After the food in his previous life, Claude was now full of interest in all kinds of food. Thinking of the broth that day, he subconsciously walked towards Martin's bar, ready to have a good meal.

Margaret went to Uncle Martin's bar to see her sister, aunt and other friends. They would get together every Sunday night.

As she walked, she thought of the Black Knight today. "What a high level of martial arts. If only we could exchange our views on Casimir..."

She pushed the door open and took a quick look. She was suddenly stunned.

ps: I think this title is better

A New Beginning: Chapter 7: A Place to Stay

Margaret looked at the young man in the bar who seemed familiar yet strange. She said he looked familiar because she had met him more than once, but she said he looked strange because she had never seen his real face. He always wore a helmet made of steel.

Claude would not take off his helmet in an open space unless necessary, as that would be a great opportunity for the elven archers. The elves in that world looked completely different from the common impression of elves. They had yellow-green skin, thin cheeks, high cheekbones, narrow foreheads, pointed and thin eyes flashing with vicious light, thick braids and thin noses. No matter how you look at them, they did not conform to human aesthetics.

Their archers are not strong and sturdy. To use the bow and arrow skillfully, you must have a strong body and years of practice to achieve superb skills. The elf archers look like they are holding a bow, but in essence they are using their magic. Their bodies are very slender and they do not have enough strength to pull the strong bow. But this race's magical talent is unparalleled. They are superb at using elements. Even the dumbest elves can skillfully use low-level magic.

The elves' longbows are essentially a kind of staff. They use wind magic to send out their arrows, and combined with their naturally strong eyesight, they can accurately shoot an enemy at a distance of nearly a thousand meters. In fact, because of their absolute dependence on the elements, once the elves have exhausted their magic power, even a new recruit can easily kill him with their weak bodies. But if his magic power is not exhausted, he can easily kill hundreds of recruits.

A black-haired young man sat on a bench, his hair was combed meticulously, revealing a smooth forehead. The warm light shone on his cheeks, showing the texture of jade. His fierce phoenix eyes added a touch of softness under the warm light. His body sat straight, with a black battle robe covering the black armor, and a pair of black horse ears fluttering to drive away the flying insects attracted by the light.

Claude had a gentle smile on his face as he talked to Koval.

Margaret had never imagined that the face under the helmet would be like this. In her imagination, the face should be weathered, like any warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles. But now this face looks so "delicate". He looks like he should not be drinking in this bar at all, but should be in a magnificent palace, chatting and laughing with guests in luxurious clothes.

Margaret walked to the bar, naturally pulled out a stool and sat down.

"Margaret, you're here. Would you like something to eat?"

Martin brought the food and placed it in front of Claude, then turned to Margaret and asked.

"Give me a glass of juice."

"Hello, Mr. Claude." She lifted a strand of blonde hair from her forehead and said to Claude who was looking at her.

"Hello, Ms. Margaret." Claude responded with a faint smile on his face. She reminded him of the girl with the black bow. Maybe they were sisters.

"I didn't expect to run into Mr. Claude here."

"The food here is delicious, especially the cream of pack animal soup." Claude responded while using his knife and fork to pick up the steak on the plate. His movements were not elegant, but efficient. This was a set meal recommended by the owner. It contained two steaks, three fried eggs, three large pieces of bread, and some taro and green vegetables. The steak was covered with thick sauce, the fried egg had half-coagulated yolk, and the bread and taro were slightly browned.

"Mr. Claude is a very skilled martial artist. I didn't expect he is so young."

"My level is nothing, but you, young lady, have really exceeded my expectations." At her age, she has such strength, which can only be described as a gifted person. Even in the last world, after experiencing the hardships of war, few young people have such talent.

"My sword is just from the training ground. But Mr. Claude, your sword smells of blood."

"It should indeed smell like blood." Claude couldn't help but smile.

Margaret's face turned serious. "Mr. Claude, as far as I know you did not accept the company's invitation, so why did you participate in the knight competition? Please answer me."

"For money." Margaret's expression froze for a moment.

"Then what do you think is the reason, Miss? I still owe Master Koval a lot of money." Claude couldn't help laughing.

"Wouldn't it be possible to get more money if we accept the cooperation of the enterprise?" Margaret asked quickly.

"I can get more, but if I have to sell out my honor, I would rather not get a single point. If I win the game by beating my opponent fairly and letting the audience cheer for me, then the prize money is what I deserve. I don't need to beg for mercy from despicable people."

"But if you don't accept the company's cooperation, won't you be targeted by them?"

"Then let them come. Since when should a knight be afraid of despicable people?" Claude's expression was calm and indifferent, as if he was saying an irrefutable truth.

Margaret looked at the young man in front of her in surprise. He looked the same age as her, but he seemed so confident and proud. It was like a battle-hardened general looking at a mob, ready to bury his opponent with a dignified battle formation, looking so dazzling.

"What about you, miss? Why are you participating in this competition?" Claude asked.

"The spirit of chivalry is the light that protects the weak on this earth, but now it has been corrupted by consumption and capital. There is nothing more shameful than this. I want to change this situation." Margaret's eyes flashed with determination.

"It seems that you have made up your mind." Claude's face turned serious.

"Yes, even if it's childish or naive, I still want to do this!"

"Then do it. Don't let your resolve go to waste."

"You, do you support me?" Margaret seemed surprised.

"A determined warrior is the most dazzling being. How can you insult his determination?"

"But I'm worried about my family. If they get hurt because of me..."

"Then let me help you."

"Ah!" Margaret looked at him in surprise. Claude's eyes flashed with great determination. It was as if he was making a vow to her. "A knight is never alone. There are always like-minded people who can help you."

"Brother Claude is right! We old guys can also be of use." Koval stretched out his big palm and patted Margaret's shoulder. "That's right. Now that you have made up your mind, then do it bravely." The old knight named Batbayar said. "Alas, you guys." Old Martin smiled helplessly.

"Of course it would be better if you could give me a portion of the final bonus so that I can pay off my debts. After all, you wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't ask for anything." Claude said with a smile.

"Of course, Mr. Claude." Margaret smiled gently.

A New Beginning: Chapter 8: Today's Dinner at Lin Guang's House

Margaret left, and before she left, she invited Claude to come to her house tomorrow. Claude agreed without hesitation, as he would never refuse an invitation from a well-meaning person. He was also very curious about what kind of delicious food the Linguang family would have. Of course, this was secondary.

He wiped the sauce off the plate with the last piece of bread and ate it. Claude's plate was as clean as if it had been washed. Then he drank the warm beer in one gulp.

"Really don't want another drink? I don't think you are someone who can't drink much." Old Martin continued to promote his wine as usual.

"No need for that. I'm used to keeping a clear head." Claude refused as usual.

The food problem was solved, and the next thing to worry about was housing. Claude had an idea that he should ask old Martin. He had lived here for many years and should know where the housing prices were cheaper. "Martin, do you know any good houses for rent nearby? I need to stay there for a while."

"House? Don't you have anywhere to live now?" Martin seemed a little surprised.

"There was one before, but the place was too conspicuous and the price was too expensive."

Old Martin pondered for a while and said, "I happen to have a basement here. It's just a little dusty, but it's quite comfortable to live in. I used to live there. I can move out the clutter in it and let you live in it, as long as you don't mind."

"Of course, no problem, as long as I have a place to stay." Claude certainly wouldn't mind, he had slept in the worst conditions before. For example, he tied himself to the saddle of a griffin and slept in the biting cold wind, he never complained about this. Besides, it was very convenient here, and the problem of food and drink was easy to solve. "Then how much rent should I give you?"

"You don't have to pay rent. It's just a shabby basement. You can live here as long as you want."

"I still have to give it to you. I have to find another place to put the clutter after moving it out, which has caused you a lot of trouble."

Seeing that he was very persistent, Old Martin said, "Then you just need to give me 300 a month. I won't take more than that."

Crade smiled and shook his head, accepting the other party's kindness.

At the end of the night, Koval and Batbayar also said their goodbyes, while Martin and Claude cleaned up the basement together.

Although it was called a basement, the living conditions were actually quite good. It was not damp, but rather quite dry. He moved the sundries out and piled them up in a corner. Then he cleaned the basement, sprinkled some water on it, and cleaned the dust. Martin found a single bed and a solid wood shelf.