Many could see clearly from the moment they came into contact with the knight. Many must have been hit by the lance, but why did he seem to be fine?
The knight who was sent flying didn't even have time to react. Because his legs were still in the stirrups, he was dragged out by the powerful recoil!
In that instant, his body was parallel to the ground. But in the next moment, when everyone thought that he would crash head first into the ground, this knight suddenly flipped and landed on the ground in a kneeling position!
It was ridiculous for a Grade 8 knight to be injured by a wooden lance!
But he didn't dare to believe what just happened. He took off his helmet and looked at Many who had already charged far away.
"Cesare!
What are you doing!
Don't you know this is against the rules?! "
The old knights in charge of 'refereeing' questioned from afar. They knew that if Many didn't use some sort of method to avoid the damage, the outcome would be obvious!
This was completely destroying the dignity of a knight!
This was a blasphemy against the standards of a knight!
Athena nimbly turned around. At that moment, her horse's hooves didn't even leave a hoof print on the ground. Her light movement looked extremely elegant. The lance in Many's hands had already been broken into two, the front half shattered into flying sawdust. He threw the back half of the lance and shield to the servants at the edge of the arena. The armor on his body dissipated like mist, revealing his dark green ceremonial robe. He dismounted and walked into the hall that was used to organize equipment without looking back.
He didn't need to greet this kind of opponent.
Close call!
Many heaved a sigh of relief and calmed his emotions. He knew that he had passed another hurdle.
In the instant of the attack, Athena's strength made Many immediately understand that this battle could only be described with one word — 'evenly matched'!
They were both Grade 8, but Many almost didn't have the upper hand!
The opponent intended to kill him!
This put Many in a completely passive position!
When enemies met on a narrow path, the brave would win. Many people did not lack courage, but he had his own concerns — if it wasn't for the old Taoist instinctively controlling his body in that instant, he would probably have been injured today!
The moment Athena's lance stabbed into him, he used Shadow Steps to vanish, and in the next moment, he used the same skill to return to Athena's back!
The interval between these attacks was less than the blink of an eye for an ordinary person, but it allowed many people to completely avoid the opponent's full-force attack!
Dark Energy had different uses for different people. Many people's understanding and usage of Dark Energy had far surpassed assassins of the same level!
After reaching the eighth rank, Soran was able to use Shadow Steps continuously, and he had completely figured out the secret of this skill. When the dark energy enveloped his body, he tore through space and disappeared until he appeared in the middle of another location. For a short moment, his body did not appear at either the starting point or the ending point. Soran used this principle to make use of the "gaps" created by the two Shadow Steps on himself!
In other words, in the instant he dodged the lance attack, his body did not appear anywhere. Instead, he disappeared into thin air!
It sounded simple, but it required a lot of courage and quick reflexes to execute it successfully.
The knight was immediately taken away by the guards because he had violated the rules of the duel. More importantly, the thrilling scene just now made many people's hearts tighten.
Even now, Princess Flora still hadn't recovered from the shock. Although it was only for a short moment, the feeling of losing someone was something she didn't want to experience again. She sat on her chair. Although nothing was out of the ordinary, the continuous orders to investigate the identity of the knight had already made the people around her feel the anger and fear in her heart.
Salia rushed over and hugged Soran tightly with her small arms. The little girl's face was still pale from the shock. Now that she could hold him with both hands, Salia felt a lot more at ease, but she didn't want to let go. She just stayed in Soran's arms quietly for a long time.
After letting out a light sigh, Soran patted Salia's back and pulled her hand to Yuna who was standing at the side.
"My lord, I really don't know how to ride a horse."
Yuna scratched his head and looked at the military horse beside him, shaking his head. Soran who was about to say something didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Although Yuna was invincible in close combat, he was immediately overwhelmed when he was riding a horse. Speaking of which, Trolls didn't really need to ride horses. In the forest, they could run as fast as any warhorse. Asking him to get on a horse and fight now was no different than asking a farmer to put down his farming tools and fight on the battlefield!
Many did not expect such a problem. They had no choice but to choose the largest military horse. However, when Yuna rode on it, he was swaying. At more than two meters tall, he looked like an ordinary person riding on a donkey.
But after a few steps, Yuna couldn't take it anymore and jumped down. "Can I not fight him on a horse?"
"That's the rule. This is not a battlefield."
Soran sighed and looked at the next knight who had already donned his exquisite armor and held his lance. He suddenly turned around and asked, "If Sith Tahm helps you fight, are you willing to accept his help?"
Sith Tahm was the unicorn Yuna was talking about.
"No, I can't!"
Yuna immediately refused, as if he had touched a taboo. He waved his hand at Soran. "You can't ride Sith Tahm!"
"Why?"
"I can't say. I'm sorry, my lord."
Yuna lowered his head, knowing that he had no other choice. He gritted his teeth and got on the military horse. His huge toes dug into the stirrups, and his two slender legs clamped the horse's belly. Under Soran's guidance, he learned how to control the horse. It was easy to learn how to ride a horse, but it wasn't easy to master it … Yuna forced himself to control the horse. He took the shield and lance from the troll beside him, sighed helplessly, and walked towards the battlefield.
When Yuna appeared, he was greeted by a long string of boos. There was no need to mention the reason. His overly tall figure made him look like he was riding a mongrel horse or a donkey!
His body swayed unsteadily. Horsemanship was not something that could be mastered in a short period of time. Yuna lifted the zither-shaped shield in his hand and weighed the wooden spear in his right hand. He felt that it was too light.
However, he still had to obey the lord's orders. He tightened the armor around his neck, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the knight with the lance a hundred meters away.
The knight's silver armor shone brightly. The sun had not set yet, and the sunlight was dazzling. His helmet was completely sealed, and there was a red necklace on it. It looked mighty and extraordinary. However, Yuna did not feel anything about it. He tried his best to drag the horse to a predetermined position, and turned his head to look at Soran, who came to the side with a wooden cane.
"This kind of battle is difficult to talk about, but it's very simple for a knight." Soran pointed at the knight in front of him. "You just have to defeat him. There's no need to care about the rules."
"I understand."
Yuna raised his left arm and moved the shield to a suitable position. The wooden lance in his hand was already pointed forward.
Knights would only hold their heavy spears flat when they were charging at full speed. Yuna obviously thought that it was not a problem, but the audience obviously thought that he was an amateur. Their jeers and boos were so loud that it made everyone's ears ring.
They did not know how easily Yuna had defeated the five knights in front of him. At this moment, most of them only saw a strange troll using a very amateurish posture to charge at the invincible Knight of Saint-Rames. In the hearts of 90% of the audience, Yuna's fate was already decided.
The sound of hooves rang out. Yuna clamped the horse's abdomen tightly, and somewhat clumsily turned the horse's head to a suitable position. He then looked forward, and the knight in front of him was already in position. The wooden lance was pointed at the sky, and he reached out to pull down the visor of his helmet and raised his lance.
The audience instantly erupted into cheers. The earth-shattering sound made Yuna's head buzz. To be honest, this troll was just a tribe leader from the jungle. He had never seen thousands of people surrounding him and shouting. He shook his head, thinking that humans were really unreasonable.
"Go!"
Soran shouted at Yuna. Yuna immediately and loyally carried out many of their orders. He shouted, "Go!" and leaned his body forward. His legs clamped the horse's abdomen, and he charged forward in a seemingly powerful manner!
If one only looked at his movements, it would make sense. Because his battle instincts quickly took over his mind, he quickly adjusted his lance and shield to a very suitable angle with his body. The warhorse under him neighed. Although it was fast, Yuna did not show any signs of falling off the horse.
But when compared to the knight in front of him, Yuna's disadvantage was instantly exposed!