Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 50 - 50 42 Avenger_2

50: Chapter 42: Avenger_2 50: Chapter 42: Avenger_2 The blade was knocked from his grasp, and the long sword whirled upward like a fan, disappearing into the sky.

Leon hastily retreated, struggling mightily to dodge the attacks from the enemy’s heavy weapon.

Yet even so, he couldn’t withstand the veteran, towering Knight before him.

Caught off guard by the ferocious assault, Leon was hit squarely on the chest armor with a long spear.

His body flew backward like a cannonball, slamming heavily against the wall behind him.

He tumbled to the ground amidst the roaring dust and nearly lost his breath from the impact.

The chest armor had been smashed open, and had it not been for its hollow structure and the lining inside, he might have died.

Using his hands and feet, he slowly stood up against the earthen wall and looked up at the iron tower-like “tin can,” awestruck by its composed demeanor.

Olivia had defeated such an opponent?

In his first battle with such a formidable enemy, Leon felt more keenly than ever just how powerful the girl was.

What are these people made of, to become superhuman just by practicing martial arts?

On his journey here, besideMagic, he had seen neither Douqi, coal gas, nor natural gas.

And recalling that nameless Corpse Demon Knight who had nearly strangled Lokhak, a half-demon, to death.

Heaven and earth bear witness, Leon had thought that the knight, turned undead, would be stronger than before; now it seemed the Living Corpse was even weaker…

The towering Knight Kantadar, having thrown Leon, casually glanced at the fierce battle involving the Lord.

Admiring the girl who was under attack, he was certain of his victory, then turned his attention back to his mediocre opponent, feeling utterly uninterested.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent his attendants to support Lord Dawson.

As for his current opponent, disguised as a hired Cavalry, he believed he could defeat dozens of them effortlessly.

The opponent seemed to have fully immersed himself in his role, fighting no better than those money-eyed mercenaries.

(Felu Language) “Compared to that girl, you are very weak,” the Knight shook his head.

Leon, infuriated yet amused, lifted his stuffy helmet, breathing in the fresh air, “Heh, maybe I can’t compare to that little lion, but when you were my age, perhaps you weren’t even as capable as I am.”

He refused to be scorned by the enemy.

His weapon was inadequate, his armor insufficient, and he was still using the physique of a teenager, relying solely on his past life’s experience to fend off so many attacks.

And here you are, beating a child and still putting on airs.

What about it?

You think beating a sixteen-year-old boy shines a good light on you?

I’m not complimenting your kind, you Kantadar livestock…

Internally cursing at his opponent’s ancestors, though Leon knew well.

Even if he were in his past life’s body, clad in similar heavy armor, he wouldn’t last many rounds against this adversary.

The multi-dimensional gap in martial arts, strength, and practical experience couldn’t be bridged by mere indignation.

Upon seeing the youthful face behind the young knight’s mask, the knight’s approaching steps faltered.

“Okay, I’ll revise that, for your age, your swordsmanship is barely considered introductory,” the towering Knight nonchalantly nodded and continued his unhurried approach to Leon.

“Feel honored then, boy, dying at the hands of a knight is no disgrace.”

Leon watched the approaching Heavy Armor Knight wielding a long spear and silently began his countdown.

He had never expected to defeat his opponent head-on from the start.

Bending at the waist.

Leon raised his hands in front of him, posing as though ready to fight desperately.

However, while curling up his ring and middle fingers slightly, he raised his index and middle fingers separately.

It’s not only your Lord who has a trump card, I have one too.

“Help me, Miss Lora,” Leon silently prayed to his last hope.

Soon, that familiar feeling surged within him.

The sensation in his body was slowly gathering at the tips of his fingers.

There was only one chance.

Miss Lora had said fainting was an incidental situation, dismissing it before it happened, but she also warned that there was only one chance.

That meant, if Isa’s Arrow missed, whether he fainted or not, there wouldn’t be a second shot.

…His heart pumped wildly like a valve.

This shot couldn’t be dodged by the adversary.

Leon didn’t dare gamble on whether his opponent’s heavy armor could withstand the attack; he had to lure his foe close enough to ensure the Light Arrow would shoot directly into the seam of his visor!

Come on, come closer…

“Meet your end!!”

Amidst the familiar shouting, thundering hooves raced towards him.

The sound, so very close, shocked Leon into turning his head.

The knight, head muffled inside the helmet, barely noticed the movement beside him.

But it was too late to turn around.

Turning his head, the Spear Knight, with limited visibility inside his enclosed helmet, saw only the increasingly magnified chest armor of the warhorse…

…

The woeful sounding of the horn resounded through the village, signaling assembly.

Just having ended their plundering and pillaging, scattered hired Cavalry and servant Cavalry had to hastily get up from their beds, running out of cottages to mount their horses.

A Kantadar Cavalry kicked open the civil house where his companion stayed, shouting the assembly order.

(Uria Language) “What’s happening!?

Is Orland’s pursuing force coming!?”

A mercenary, still fastening his leg armor, asked in panic while gathering his armor.

“It’s not the pursuers!

The messenger said the Baron has been kidnapped; hurry it up, if our employer kicks the bucket, who will pay us?” the Cavalry answered urgently.

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