Masked Knight

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sky was awash in green, spotted here and there with clouds. The sky, green; the clouds, white; the sand, yellow; the ocean, blue. But the sky then started to get darker and darker like it was going to rain, seemingly putting pressure on the two men.

On the battlefield, the two men rode on their respective horses. They both slowly moved outwards. After reaching a certain distance away from each other, they both raised their spears.

There were no cries, no clamor nor horns. The two men then started to charge at each other on their horses.

They were like two black clouds as they charged at the same time. The black and white figures clashed violently in the wilderness.

There was an earth-shattering noise as both spears fiercely clashed against each other. After that clashing sound, both spears broke.

The two masses of golden fighting energies fiercely entangled together. Rody had already thrown away his broken spear. He took out his Dragon Fang Sword and ruthlessly slashed at Fielding. Fielding had also drawn his sword. Both weapons were wrapped in the brilliance of their golden fighting energies. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! A series of clashing sounds followed as the weapons struck each other.

Both horses had galloped so fast they had even kicked up a lot of dust. The tremendous charge had forced both men to pull back a little. The horses, stressed by the sudden change neighed and puffed out hot air through their mouths and noses.

The two fighters immediately jumped off their horses. The moment Rody's feet touched the ground, he immediately brandished his sword.

Fielding changed to holding his sword with his two hands. A golden fighting energy, similar to Rody's, burst out from his body. The two golden balls of light continued to collide with each other... once, twice, three times...

The violent strikes created a violent atmosphere. The collisions between the two caused wave upon wave of energies throwing up and scattering the rocks and the sand.

One was a Paladin while the other was a Sacred Swordsman. Both of them had reached the highest level in terms of swordplay. Their golden fighting energies have already reached the peak. From afar, it looked like there were three suns. One in the sky and two more on the ground.

Finally, there was a loud bang as the two swords fiercely clashed together. Both parties looked as if they were supporting each other before they both withdrew again. The ground right where they collided had cracked!

Rody took a deep breath and sent out another series of slashes. Several huge blades of light made whistling sounds as they shot out towards Fielding.

Fielding's eyes flashed. With a grunt, he swung his sword in an arc. A circular curtain of light rose. In the dazzling light, Fielding continued to stand still but his expression became even more serious. The fighting energy emitting from his body also rose sharply.

As the dust gradually settled down, Fielding could be seen standing inside a large crater. He sneered and charged towards Rody. The two once again collided fiercely against each other. However, Fielding suddenly stretched out his other hand, his palm opened and facing Rody’s chest. Rody immediately felt his opponent shoot out a beam of golden light from the palm, hitting him in his chest. Without even having the chance to groan, Rody flew out about a dozen meters away before crashing into the ground.

Rody’s chest armor had broken revealing his muscles. Rody shook his head, patted the dust off his body and then stood up.

"Really tough..." Fielding lightly said, "Looks like what Tiger said is true. You are really powerful and ferocious. Did you smear your body with dragon blood?"

As Fielding talked, he again rushed forward with his sword. It was as if he was crazy and the cross-sword he held shot out beams of light. These beams fell down like the pouring rain. For a time, there were flashes of bright light and echoes of scary vibrations on the battlefield.

In a single breath, Rody deflected more than ten slashes from his opponent while also retreating about ten steps. Although Rody had reached the rank of a Sacred Swordsman and had about the same strength as Fielding, his enemy was much older and more experienced than him. Fielding was at the peak level for warriors. It was the moment when the warrior's strength, experience, and speed were at their peaks. As a result, after the latest bout of intense fighting, even more sword marks appeared on Rody's body.

Rody could no longer bear it anymore when he saw that there were a few more deep cracks on his armor. He angrily shouted, "You are not the only one who can go crazy."

With a loud roar, he ruthlessly slashed at Fielding with all his strength. That forced Fielding to move a few steps. After that, Rody brandished his sword, sending a series of light at Fielding. Fielding was too close and was unable to use his light screen defense. He could only hurriedly block the attacks with his sword. Fielding managed to block the blades of light, from his left and right, as the balls of light bounced off. Fielding then shouted, "Fool! Is this your only trick? Is your swordsmanship just this?"

Fielding then made a strange gesture with his sword. A golden radiance burst out from the tip of the sword. That golden radiance formed a spiral cone before fiercely shooting towards Rody.

Rody immediately stepped back and tightly held the sword with his hand. He also used his other hand to hold the blade horizontally to block the attack.

There was a muffled sound as Rody felt his body being torn apart by the spiral. His body involuntarily slipped backward as his feet were dragged on the ground, leaving behind a deep gouge mark.

When Rody finally stopped, his entire upper armor had broken. Countless cracks revealed the violent power of that spiral.

Rody grunted coldly. He used his left hand to pull the metal armor away from his body. His hand was covered with golden fighting energy when he pulled the armor. Hence, the armor broke into numerous fragments and was scattered away. Rody's strong muscles on his upper body were completely exposed. However, his body did not show a single scar.

Fielding sneered and said, "Your body is really tough, but your swordsmanship is terrible. It does not match your strong body. Maybe you only know how to use those blades of light?"

Rody looked at him coldly and then he took a deep breath. Suddenly, the golden fighting energy in his body rose sharply like a huge flame. From afar, Rody’s eyes looked as if it was gold in color. Rody then coldly said, "You talk too much. Are you fighting or not?"

From a distance, on the city wall of Thunder City, Sieg was feeling jumpy as he watched. He saw the two golden figures colliding again and again. He could feel the fierce quake from the top of the wall. Waves of energy caused the sand to fly as if they were covering up the colors of the sky.

Both of them were exceptionally tough. Their first swing had created a deep hole in the ground. The ground where the two of them fought was already badly fissured. Sieg was shocked as he watched the series of clashes and could not help but give the order, "Cavalry, get ready."

Sieg had made up his mind. If His Excellency the Duke had any mishap, he would give the order to rush out and bring back His Excellency the Duke, no matter how many lives he had to sacrifice. He looked back and saw Milo, but he did not know when he had arrived at the city. His face was somber as Milo looked at the two masses of golden light clashing, from time to time, in the distance. It was not clear whether he was worried or excited or a mixture of a bit of jealousy and shock.

Meanwhile, in the Roland army’s barracks, Tiger looked coldly at the fierce battle and said, "It is almost time! Tell the sorcerers to get ready!"

The man behind then replied, "Didn’t Knight Fielding said he wanted to deal with this alone? He doesn't want us to participate... If we interfere, the Paladin will be angry."

Tiger’s face sank and suddenly whispered, "Look…"

Suddenly, a gray robed person appeared. That person had a slender figure totally covered in his robe, not even a bit of his skin was visible. Besides that color of the robe, that person looked exactly the same as the Black Veil Saint, Muse, during her time in the grasslands.

The man then said with a hoarse voice, "Fielding is stubborn and headstrong! Ignore him. God's religion has given the order. Naturally, I will explain to Fielding! General Tiger, do what you have to do!"

The figure flashed and then disappeared. Tiger’s expression changed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Standing beside that figure earlier was like standing at the edge of a cliff. There was a powerful dominating pressure.

"Why are you still stunned? Quickly do as I have commanded!" Tiger gritted his teeth.

In the Imperial Palace, Andy tightly closed his eyes. From the beginning, the scene of the fierce battle was extremely clear in his eyes. His expression became more serious as he whispered, "A Paladin is truly a Paladin. The Paladin is stronger than Rody. If it was not because of the Mystic Dragon's blood… Hmmm? No!"

The scene of the battlefield had suddenly changed.

The clouds started to roll in and the green sky immediately became darker A group of sorcerers flew up from the Roland army’s barracks and hid behind the clouds.

Thunder started to roar and rain suddenly poured from the clouds. However, the strange thing was it only rained on and at the surrounding area where the two men were fighting. There was no rain at Thunder City or the Roland army’s barracks.

The two fought fiercely for a while. Rody took the opportunity of the time when they were both forced to step back and shouted. "What is the meaning of this? This rain is created by your men!" Fielding also looked gloomy. He did not reply Rody. He looked up into the sky and shouted, "Get lost! This is a duel between the two of us!"

Rody coldly shouted, "Despicable Roland people!" He swung his sword and was about to shoot out a blade of light to disperse the clouds. Suddenly, his body shook and he staggered.

That rain was really strange and it felt as if the surroundings were enchanted. Rody could feel a strange force pressing him down. He also felt like he was bounded by an invisible rope.

Rody became angry and shouted, the fighting energy, on his body, burned like a raging fire as he tried to straighten his body to free himself.

Two sorcerers in the sky felt like they got hit by a sledgehammer and spat out blood. They turned pale and slowly descended. However, two more sorcerers took over their positions. They then stretched out their hands and began to chant.

Rody felt his body becoming more and more strange. The muscles of his entire body trembled violently. It was as if he was being pressed by a heavy mountain... No, not pressed. Squashed! Squashed by a huge force all over!

Rody gradually turned pale. His head was covered in a mix of sweat and rain. Finally, his hands felt weak and he dropped his sword on the muddy ground. He also staggered and almost fell.

Fielding did not take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he stood there and angrily shouted towards the sky, "Stop! You guys better stop right now! Otherwise, you better not blame me for what happens next!"

However, the sorcerers behind the clouds did not listen to him. Instead, more sorcerers joined in and the chanting of the spell became more rapid.

The gate of the Thunder City had already been opened. Sieg had noticed the abnormal situation and had rushed out with the cavalry. When the cavalry was about a thousand paces away from Rody, they felt as if they had slammed into an invisible wall. A few of the cavalrymen immediately fell off their horses.

More than ten magicians jumped out from behind the cavalrymen and shot numerous balls of light and lightning towards the front. However, the spells were blocked by that invisible wall and exploded in the air.

Tiger, who was standing in the barracks, laughed coldly and murmured. "Your Excellency Duke of the Tulip Family, you must be feeling very uncomfortable... This magic formation is cast by more than a dozen sorcerers... Of course, you will not feel comfortable because this spell is known as 'Dragon Break'."

Rody could barely stand. He felt a strange force severely twisting his body. The twist felt like his soul was being squeezed out of his body.

The only thing left in him now was his consciousness as he looked hard at Fielding. Even the anger in his eyes started to diminish. Finally, Fielding roared and charged towards the thick dark clouds in the sky. His sword brandished a huge wave of energy and ruthlessly shot towards the thick clouds.

"Your Excellency Paladin, are you trying to protect your dignity? Unfortunately, it is too late." Tiger gently touched his chin and smiled coldly.

Fielding had dispersed the dark clouds in the sky. He had slashed mightily, sending out huge waves of energy. There were signs of some effect. Fielding took a deep breath and was going to slash again but then a figure with a gray robe appeared in mid-air. The figure's long cloak covered his body completely. He held a small bow, about one-third of the size of a normal bow, in his hand. However, the bowstring had a demonic silvery color.

"Knight Fielding, please stop, in the name of the Elders of the Temple!" The gray-robed man's voice floated in the air.

"Gray-Robed Saint!" Fielding was stunned for a moment and then he said, "You! Are you trying to interfere with my fair duel?"

That gray robed man looked at Fielding and said in a hoarse voice, "His Excellency. The Elders of the Temple have given the order to kill the Duke of the Tulip Family at all costs!"

"But!" Fielding clenched one of his fists tightly while holding his sword with the other hand, which was gently trembling. He gritted his teeth and said, "But this is my duel! A knight’s fair duel should not be defiled by anything!"

"Knight Fielding!" The Gray-Robed Saint spoke with a soft voice. "If you are a Paladin of the Temple, please follow the teachings of the Elders!"

Having said that, the Saint no longer looked at Fielding and raised the small bow with both his hands.

A beautiful silver light gleamed as an arrow shot forward like a snake.

The silver light flashed through the rain and the darkness as it flew towards Rody on the ground. Fielding’s eyes grew wide as he exclaimed, "God Slaying Bow!"

Rody suddenly roared on the ground. His voice was like a wounded beast, full of anger and pain. His proud, upright body finally fell to the ground. He knelt powerlessly in the rain, trembling, his face distorted. He seemed to be fighting the world’s most profound agony... His extremely powerful body could no longer support itself.

That silver arrow had struck his body. Red blood dripped into the muddy ground, running into the rainwater. The red and black liquid mixed together before seeping into the earth.

As if confirming the legend of the tragedy of the God, Achilles, the silver arrow had struck Rody’s foot!