Chapter 270: Oh? I beat Lord Qinghui?
While engaging in a fierce battle with Uther, Westhead recalled details about his opponent.

[Black Knight] Uther is the knight lord of Yingxi Castle in the Kingdom of Ever Mist. He is famous throughout the country and a household name because he won the championship in the knight competition for two consecutive years.

The Knights' Tournament is essentially a competition with a stronger performance nature. It is very grand and attracts a lot of attention, but its value... to be honest, is not very high.

Although there will be legendary knights participating in the Knightly Tournament, almost all of them are young people who come to test the waters before the expedition begins. Many long-established knights will not participate, as they prefer to make a name for themselves in the Chivalric Expedition.

Therefore, Uther, who was already a legendary leader, was able to monopolize the championship position, and then launched an overwhelming publicity campaign to gild himself, racking his brains to brag about his achievements, and also opened a knight academy to recruit apprentices for training.

Finally, he succeeded in cultivating a large number of filial sons and grandchildren who admired the Black Knight's achievements.

Uther's purpose in doing this was very simple, which was to enjoy the feeling of being admired and praised.

He is extremely vain and regards reputation as more important than life. Even among the Eiran Knights who have a strong sense of honor, he is an extreme one.

Westhead's evaluation of Uther is pure shockwave.

But he was not hated. On the contrary, the [Black Knight] was one of the few Yonglan people whom Westhead looked up to. His obsession with gaining glory and fame by any means necessary resonated with him.

He is also such a person, even more extreme than Uther.

Uther, wearing black armor, leaned forward and continued to attack Westhead. His attacks were continuous, tricky and deadly. The two swords intertwined in his hands, jumping lightly, outlining a web of death.

When one sword blocks, the other sword can attack, but sometimes the two swords collide, making it impossible to defend against.

It’s more like a dance than a martial art!
Westhead only had one sword, [Shadow Life], and even if he tried his best, he could not block all of Uther's attacks. From time to time, he would be injured by lightning-fast stabs and scratches, and soon his body was covered with scars.

Although these minor injuries healed in the blink of an eye, it was obvious that the two were much better in terms of skills.

However, there was no impact.

The numbers are really too cold.

Because the characteristic of [Cursed Blood] is that the more you fight, the braver you become. The high-intensity confrontation with Uther and constant injuries have allowed this bloodthirsty talent to increase steadily.

After figuring it was about right, Westhead growled and stepped forward to chop.

"Bam—"

Another clash of swords, Westhead no longer defended his vital points, but let Uther stab the sword into his chest. He only focused on applying pressure to the blade and chopped it down at Uther's head.

The frightened Black Knight quickly drew his sword to defend himself, crossing his swords to block Yingsheng's attack.

"crunch-"

But just as he took on Westhead's violent blow, Uther secretly thought that it was not good. The tremendous force tore his knuckles and his arms went numb.

If the two swords were not indestructible silver swords blessed by the God of Ridership, Uther suspected that the weapons in his hands would shatter in an instant.

Even though the weapons could hold on, the heavy pressure from the two swords made the black knight's bones creak, and his knees slowly sank uncontrollably, with pain spreading throughout his limbs.

"Haha, this is your resistance?"

Westhead laughed wildly and continued to exert pressure. With the blessing of [Cursed Blood], he was almost able to ignore Uther's attacks and fought purely by exchanging injuries for injuries, directly locking up the technique that Uther was proud of.

What a fancy thing! Can it reflect my basic attack, brother?

Compare your skills with those of the numerical monsters, and compare your numbers with those of the operation monsters, this is Westhead's way to defeat the enemy!

I am really that capable!
Uther's arms trembled slightly as he tried his best to resist Westhead's pressure, but his shins were already beginning to sink into the ground.

Uther had been disdainful when he saw Brolit kneeling so easily before, but after actually experiencing it, he realized what kind of monster this young man was.

It can’t be stopped. It’s impossible to stop it at all. If it goes on like this, won’t I really fall to my knees?

You can’t kneel! You really can’t kneel!

If I were beaten to my knees in front of so many people, my life would be over, right?
A strong sense of shame drove the Black Knight to fight forward, but he was not seriously injured at the moment, and the [Bestowed Holy Grail] could not bring him much benefit, so he could only slide step by step into the abyss of despair.

Just when Uther was on the verge of his limit, Westhead suddenly eased his suppression, causing the groaning bones to relax.

"Ok?"

Uther was stunned for a moment, then looked at Westhead, who didn't look exhausted at all.

这 是
Although he was doubtful, the Black Knight's rich combat experience made him react instinctively. Dark flames ignited on both swords, and he quickly pulled them away, dissipating all the remaining force, and jumped back.

Westhead then continued to press forward, each blow was powerful, covered with condensed light, and circles of vibrations made the hazy glow ripple out, almost distorting the space.

But Uther, who experienced these successive attacks personally, knew that although Westhead's attacks were aggressive, whenever he was about to give up, Westhead would slow down his power and leave him some breathing space.

He stopped just at the boundary where [The Gifted Holy Grail] and [Blood of Eternal Mist] were difficult to recover. This precise grasp of the situation made Uther even more frightened.

The Black Knight did not dare to hold back at all. He wielded his two swords of black flames, which complemented the clear light. Sparks from the collision of metal and iron flew all over the sky. The noisy and tearing air waves blew over everyone in the fortress, causing a burst of amazement.

"This is the battle between legends. How powerful it is."

"If we get even a little bit of the aftermath, we'll die."

"So what? Being able to watch Lord Uther's battle up close is worth it even if I die!"

The knights of Yingxi Castle and even some great knights were amazed and stared at this rare and fierce battle intently.

Only the female knight with sky-blue hair stopped looking at him fanatically.

"cut."

Mephis crossed his chest and snorted coldly, saying softly:
"What a boring trick."

This battle of swords and sabers lasted for a long time. After feeling his sanity being burned away by the [Cursed Blood] and unable to control the situation any further, Westhead took a step back and suddenly said:
"As expected of the famous Black Knight, he is much more powerful than the parallel import legend. We are now in a stalemate."

Uther was stunned when he heard this, and immediately started to brag about business:
"No, no, it's Lord Qinghui who is the one who is to be feared. My old bones can't take it anymore."

Westhead smiled and said, "Doesn't Lord Uther look like he hasn't done his best?"

He showed mercy to Uther's men on purpose.

Unlike racially obsessed diehards like Brolet, the Black Knight Uther can be won over, as the Great Knight's stance is not that firm.

When dealing with the Yonglan Knights group, those who can be conquered must be conquered, and those who cannot be conquered must be humiliated. In short, the Yonglan Knights group must be differentiated and purified, and as many Yonglan Knights as possible must be absorbed.

If you give Uther some face, the other party will definitely be inclined towards you. This will have only benefits and no harm. After all, the Black Knight still has great influence and appeal in the Kingdom of Yonglan.

Uther didn't know about Westhead's little tricks, but the other party did let him win in the duel, leaving him face and a way out. Just for this reason, he was grateful. Lord Qinghui was still a loyal man!

Westhead held the Shadow high in the air: "Let's end the red tape. I'm tired of wasting time."

Uther's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood Westhead's hint.

It is only natural that Lord Qinghui will win this duel. In this short confrontation, Uther has already realized that the opponent's numerical strength is far superior to his own, and he will definitely be the loser in the end.

Uther could accept defeat, but he must not be too embarrassed. Having a decent way out was the best option.

So the Black Knight pondered for a moment and said:
"After all, it's not a life-and-death duel, so winning or losing isn't that important."

"Then use this final blow to end the duel."

"Huh——the prison of fate——"

Westhead took a deep breath, and scarlet cracks spread from his fingertips to his palms, arms and even neck.

Considering the extremely high value granted by the [Cursed Blood] and the powerful bonus of the Evening Prayer combat skill, Westhead himself didn't know how powerful this sword could be.

"!!!"

Uther didn't know what big move Westhead was planning, but he had already sensed the terrifying surge in power from the other party.

His intuition was warning him frantically, urging his body to flee from here, but his reason and sense of honor kept his feet firmly anchored in place.

Westhead didn't take long to gather his strength, and it was completed in a few breaths, and then he swung the sword.

"boom--"

The mighty thunder and the extreme light were released in an instant.

Then the sound disappeared, then the color disappeared.

Everyone who looked directly at the knife felt a simultaneous loss of vision and hearing, and it seemed as if it took a long time before their vision gradually returned to normal. However, when everyone saw the destruction in front of them, they were all silent for a moment.

A ravine appeared in front of Westhead, from his feet all the way to the mountains in the distance, and all existences in between turned into nothingness in the ravine.

Snow, rock formations, atmosphere. All visible and invisible objects were swept away in the ravines. Only the true red cracks were imprinted on the space, as if engraved on everyone's retina, abrupt and sharp.

Even though many legendary spells can have an earth-shattering effect, it is rogue to only look at the coverage area without considering the lethality. Spells such as [Eight Storms] and [Sky Fire Waterfall] can wash the sky and the surface of the earth, but for legendary heavenly positions, the threat is very limited. Whether it is a storm or a fireball, they are just simple magical skills.

When truly powerful men fight, they will try their best to control the release of their magic power and exert all their power on their opponent. "Surface" coverage is far inferior to "point" destruction.

As for this slash, any high-level transcendent would be able to realize how terrifying the fluctuations were. Even the Knight Yonglan with a super-model face would probably not be able to save the [Bestowed Holy Grail] and would evaporate on the spot.

Because the slash deliberately deviated from Uther, the Black Knight was only hit by the aftermath. In other words, even though his armor looked shattered and his flesh was bloody, he was actually in very good condition.

Uther could feel the hot breath coming from the ravine and was sweating profusely. This was the tolerance and kindness shown by Westhead.

It would be rude to continue fighting.

"I lost."

Taking a deep breath, Uther broke the silence with a sentence.

Then the Black Knight forced himself to return to the expeditionary fortress with his weak legs.

The Yonglan Knights were still immersed in a daze, unable to extricate themselves.

"Did Lord Qinghui actually defeat Lord Uther?"

"When he's this strong, there's nothing we can do about it, right? It's better to say that Lord Uther was able to take this blow head-on, which shows how powerful he is!"

"It's okay, sir. You are already amazing to be able to escape unscathed from such a terrifying attack!"

"."

"How boring, Lord Uther."

Mavis said meaningfully. She lifted a few strands of hair from her forehead, revealing her wild eyes, and said in a mocking tone:

"I should have let me go down and fight. Maybe I could win."

Mephis' words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the Black Knight's diehard fans.

"How shameless! Are you mocking Lord Uther?!"

"If you can't even beat Lord Uther, where does Lord Mephis get his confidence from?!"

"Lord Uther simply saw that Lord Qinghui was too young and was reluctant to use his full strength, which led to his loss. Even though he lost the battle, he remained calm and composed. This kind of mind and bearing is enough for people to learn from for a lifetime!"

"."

The Black Knight has been teaching for decades, and his students are all over the world. The prestige he has accumulated is certainly not comparable to that of a new knight. However, in the face of everyone's criticism, Mevis just sneered and shifted his attention to Westhead.

In the steam that distorted the space, the handsome young man with black hair and purple eyes slowly put Yingsheng into the scabbard. Blood dripped from his bloody arm. The man's lowered eyes looked quiet and beautiful, as if this slash also burned out his rage.

But no one would look down on this young legend anymore, and Knight Yonglan never thought that one day he would express his heartfelt emotion.

There are some weird numbers!

After Westhead put Shadow Life on his waist, he looked up at the knights' camp and said calmly:
"Everyone, does anyone have any objections to trial by combat?"

"If you have any, don't hesitate, you can come down now, don't worry about my condition, it's fine to continue the rotation."

Oh? I beat Qinghui Gong?
The Yonglan Knights looked at each other, all indifferent. The Yonglan Knights were keen on fighting, but they were not masochists. A battle where they could be killed instantly at a glance would only bring frustration.

Mavis seemed to be ready to make a move. She stared at Westhead's face and fell into deep thought.

Westhead: "If not, then this trial by combat ends here."

Mavis raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, a clear and beautiful voice came from the direction of Mudeng Leader:

"I have an opinion!"

The wolf-eared girl stepped on the water from the lake, with a black cape hanging from her dark knight uniform. Myvana drew out the knight's silver sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Lyonette:
"I am officially issuing a duel challenge to all the knights in Jinquan Territory!"

(End of this chapter)