Lancelot has his own thoughts.
Annuo noticed this.
He could feel that his son was indeed stronger than before. Moreover, as a knight under the throne of the Lion King, he must have received the so-called [blessing], but now he obviously did not use this blessing. He was simply using his own strength to fight against Annuo.
Even though he was still defeated and disgraced, Annuo could still keenly sense that this boy had made some progress.
And he seemed to be conveying some message.
Although he obviously had the advantage of weapons, he frequently wanted to get closer to Annuo, and even closer. At that time, Annuo noticed something was wrong.
Although it was not yet clear what Lancelot wanted to convey to him, there was one fact that Anno understood for the time being.
Lancelot, has two minds about the Lion King.
He gritted his teeth and became furious when he saw Lancelot standing opposite.
Little bastard, since you chose the Lion King's camp, you still want to rebel, right?
Although it was clear that Lancelot probably had second thoughts because he couldn't stand the Lion King's series of tyranny, Anno was unhappy with Lancelot's choice.
Especially when this little brat just said so grandly, "This time I chose loyalty."
No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.
You are loyal as a hammer.
However, even in such an environment, Lancelot did not choose to make everything clear. Is it because of these dragon knights?
call out--
Suddenly, a sense of crisis came, and Annuo felt his scalp numb.
Bai Chuo unsheathed it in an instant and slashed towards his side.
Ping——
The sense of crisis disappeared, but Annuo's eyes became solemn.
Nothing appeared on the ground, but the thing he just chopped off was...
Tristan's arrows.
Is that guy still hiding in the sky?
No wonder Lancelot didn't want to say anything.
While Anno was looking at the empty ground and thinking, Lancelot had already taken advantage of this opportunity to attack again.
Although Lancelot has his own little thoughts, he is still a knight of the Lion King, a Knight of the Round Table who was ordered to hunt down these traitors with Tristan. He needs to complete his mission.
By the way, I also competed with my father again to try out how much I weigh now!
Bai Chuo hadn't had time to sheath it yet, and Annuo didn't choose to sheath it either. There was a Tristan hiding somewhere on the flank. Putting down his sword was tantamount to courting death.
The other four knights have to deal with the flying dragons non-stop. The pressure that Fujimaru Ritsuka can bear is limited. Of the three knights, only Mashu has the ability to fight head-on. The Knights of the Round Table must bear most of the pressure. Just fine.
And Anno could feel that Tristan, like Lancelot, would not care about anything else.
The goal of these two Knights of the Round Table is Annuo!
Recalling the light that shone on his body at the gate of the Holy Capital, Annuo snorted coldly.
The indestructible lake light was already slashing towards Annuo's front, and there was a strange feeling on the sword.
Anno raised his hand to avoid Lancelot's slashing blow, and spun around to clamp down on Lancelot's sword-holding arm. However, Lancelot's other hand hit his side. With a subconscious release, Lancelot was able to escape again.
This brat
Is it [blessing]?
Lancelot looked at Annuo's surprised expression and couldn't help but pursed his lips.
No, it would be unreasonable if he just used his own strength to compete with his father like before.
Now, this is no longer the period of the Round Table. My father, at least for now, is his enemy.
The Lion King may accept the temporary comparison, but if he really fails to do his job,
Gawain's [Nightless], Tristan's [Reverse], Mordred's [Rage], and
Lancelot's [Sorrow].
I will not die for justice, but look at everything as a simple human being——
Even so, the battle before us is still necessary!
call out--
boom! ! !
Lancelot's eyes widened, and a blue light lit up above the lake, fiercely bombarding Annuo.
It’s different from martial arts—this is the real way to use the Holy Sword!
Annuo jumped to avoid it, but where he was originally, a crack was cut by Lancelot.
Lancelot did not leave Annuo any extra time. He understood that once his father was given even a second of breathing time, he would be able to fully display the terrifying suppressive power in close combat, even if Annuo was now Same goes for having only one hand to fight with.
Lancelot doesn't have that confidence.
The sound of the trembling bow strings came. Annuo turned around and narrowly avoided it. However, Lancelot had already rushed up in front of him. The shimmering lake light cut across horizontally. Annuo had no choice but to lower his body, and then Averted once.
Lancelot turned around and wanted to continue his offensive, but before his body could completely turn around, he was kicked in the head by Annuo, and his whole body suffered a heavy impact.
This - how is it done?
Lancelot ignored the stars in front of his eyes and looked in the direction of Annuo.
Anno put one hand on the ground, and just used his whole body to hit Lancelot firmly from bottom to top, while avoiding the arrows shot by Tristan.
Before Lancelot was stunned, he saw Annuo pounding the ground with his fists, his whole body curled up quickly, and he rushed forward——
"Pfft-" The elbow touched Lancelot's abdomen, causing Lancelot to roar in pain.
After taking several steps back to stabilize his body, Lancelot didn't have time to suffer any more pain, so he hurriedly threw the lake light in front of him.
Boom——
An Nuo's fist was imprinted on Hu Guang's sword.
Annuo's pupils shrank, obviously he hadn't calculated this step.
A smile appeared on Lancelot's lips.
Knee strike - followed by an elbow strike, and then -
cut! ! !
Boom boom boom! ! !
An Nuo's figure was submerged in the sword light of the lake, accompanied by the explosion of magic power.
Lancelot had cold sweat on his face and swallowed, not daring to take it lightly.
Because he knew that with just such an offensive——
call out--
Anno had already rushed out from the smoke and dust, and what appeared in front of Lancelot was Anno's boots and armor.
Lancelot gritted his teeth and folded his hands in front of his face. He finally avoided being kicked in the face by Anno, but he staggered back several steps before stopping.
"A little progress - but not much." Annuo patted his breastplate, said no more nonsense, and continued to launch his suffocating offensive. By the way, he also blocked all of Tristan's arrows.
The two Knights of the Round Table complained for a while.
Especially Tristan, because he discovered that——
Bindu, the man who could catch up with his arrows with just one leg, had spotted him!
(End of chapter)
