"Human girl, I underestimated you."
The monster lowered his head and looked at the light arrow that shot through his shoulder. It seemed to have an entity, but when he took it with his hands, he couldn't catch anything.
Platinum successfully struck and retreated immediately. She still remembered that she was an assassin or an archer. A close combat with a warrior was the limit. If the monster attacked with all its strength, she would have no choice but to run away.
But why did this guy say that the oracle said that no one could kill tonight? Then what was its purpose?
…
On the other side, the chief of the Knights Association stared closely at the black-armored monster opposite. This guy was so powerful that Knight Dussel was defeated in one encounter.
"Human, you look strong."
The monster suddenly spoke.
The chief didn't speak, his eyes were looking for the other party's flaws.
At such a close distance, there were flaws no matter how you looked at it, but the more it was like this, the less he dared to attack first.
"It seems that you have reached the limit of what humans can achieve. I am talking about the ceiling after liberating power, and then upward, you will reach the legendary defender."
The legend of the defenders has been circulating in this land, but no one has actually seen them. Maybe they are hiding in the sea of people, looking just like humans. As long as they are not exposed, no one knows their existence.
The monster continued: "There are thirty defenders in total. It may not be complete, but it will never be exceeded, because there are only so many places. If you are unable to become a defender, you will not have one until one of them dies. Opportunity."
The chief had never seen a defender. When he thought of this, he looked up at the sky. Maybe the small sun above was a defender.
But what's the matter? If he can't become a defender, can't he pursue stronger power?
Without waiting for the monster to speak again, the chief drew his sword boldly, ran forward two steps, clenched the sword in his hand, and spun around, turning into a blue flash of light.
The monster immediately dodged sideways, barely escaping the sword, and the sharp sword energy collapsed a side of the wall behind it.
"No one is allowed to come near!"
The chief's voice echoed in the air.
His figure disappeared from the spot, and the monster did the same. The collision of weapons kept ringing. Everywhere he went, the buildings collapsed in pieces. Sometimes a sword energy could even cut open the ground, revealing the cement pipes below. White Huahua's tap water gushes out from the gap.
Knight Duce climbed up holding the wound on his shoulder, holding his spear with his other hand. His sight could no longer keep up with the battle, and he only knew that their speed was extremely fast.
"Maybe during the day."
His words seemed to comfort him.
"Look, there's a fight over there!"
"Follow up, where's the cameraman?!"
"Friends in the audience, the live broadcast is now showing you an extraordinary audio-visual feast. Our camera can no longer keep up with the two contestants. It shows how fierce their battle is. Maybe the winner will be decided in the next second. Negative, okay, now please move your hand and support the knights of Casimir or the unknown enemy, it depends on your preference!"
Knight Dussel's expression was extremely ugly. He looked at the broadcast truck that was broadcasting for the whole city and wanted to stab them with the spear in his hand.
Has Casimir fallen this far?
…
The chief suddenly stopped, but there was no sword in his hand. The horizontal sword was in front of him, and the two fingers of his left hand gently pinched the blade of the sword, suddenly waving a bright starlight.
The monster that passed by him also stopped, inserted the sword into the ground, and then pulled it out with force, causing a large piece of broken road surface to collide with the starlight shot by the chief.
Starlight instantly overwhelmed the monster, and the Chief disappeared again.
A round black shield appeared on the monster's body, holding the sword tightly in both hands, and exploded against the starlight. But at this moment, a figure emerged from behind it, stretched out its right arm, and the sword blade pierced the enemy's shield. Shoulder, sent into the body.
The monster grunted and turned around to fight back. The chief swung his sword and blocked it twice in a row before losing sight of it again.
"It seems that our chief is still more skilled and has won temporarily!"
The host held up the microphone and cheered loudly.
At the same time, several cars with spotlights came nearby, illuminating the surroundings as if they were daylight. There were countless cameras looking at the battle.
For the great knight leader who puts entertainment first, it is rare to see such exciting battles even in knight competitions, which are completely different from those exaggerated and fancy exhibition matches.
"There are more and more viewers supporting the chief, and the handicap outside the court is also one-sided. But why do some people think it will be an upset? The support of the enemy is also skyrocketing!"
The monster covered the wound on its lower back with one hand. Thick black blood was flowing out from between its fingers, but it looked at the chief opposite him disapprovingly.
"Even if you fight with your life, to the spectators who are addicted to peace, it is nothing more than a wonderful duel in the arena."
"I do not mind."
"You really don't care?"
The monster mocked: "Warriors don't care, because a warrior's duty is to fight and live for fighting, but is this really the case?"
The chief frowned. He knew that many people were watching the live broadcast. He was already used to this situation. Whether the audience applauded or booed, it had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to become stronger.
"A warrior is just a warrior. They will be used by people with ulterior motives and restricted by rules. If there are no supporters, they will become manipulated puppets. No matter how sharp your sword is, it cannot cut through the secular world that binds your hands and feet. In the end Die on this internet.”
The chief had no patience to listen anymore and raised his sword. Starlight flew into the sky the moment he drew the sword, like a gorgeous galaxy.
The monster said with a somewhat nostalgic tone: "Star Sword, after thousands of years, I can still see the Star Sword again."
…
There was another thunder explosion, and the angel used his arms hard, and the war spear passed over the monster's sword and pierced straight into its body.
When the sharp blade cut through the flesh, black blood spilled out.
The monster remained unmoved, holding a sword in one hand and a spear in the other.
"That's it, the power of liberation burns life, just like fireworks. It must bloom with the most brilliant fireworks. You are not beautiful enough."
It suddenly swung its sword, cut off the angel's war spear, pulled out the broken spear that pierced the abdomen and threw it to the ground.
The broken war spear turned into golden light and disappeared before it hit the ground.
The angel who lost his weapon seemed to have been severely injured, his breath was sluggish, and he knelt on the ground weakly.
"It seems like you can't really reach your true liberating power, and I'm disappointed."
The monster held the sword and had no intention of continuing to attack. It seemed like it was waiting for something.
Boom.
There was another thunderous explosion.
The darkness was illuminated, and a man in a black trench coat was standing not far away.
