This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 44: Only by the Name of the Strongest

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Only by the Name of the Strongest

The sword and hammer collided! The two sacred artifacts sang out with an excited resonance!

With just one strike, the entire Holy City shuddered slightly, like a minor earthquake.

Lette clenched his teeth, feeling a wave of emotion as he faced this familiar face.

"Teacher! Is this how you welcome your student’s return?"

"Stop blabbering! Let me see your Holy Light Fighting Spirit, see if you’ve made any progress these three years!

Don’t use those flashy little tricks! Fight like a man, fair and square!

If your skills haven’t improved to my satisfaction! I’ll arrange your welcome and funeral banquet together!"

Lette exerted himself to fling the opponent away, twirling his sword with one hand.

He was certain that the old man hadn’t used any combat energy in that strike, relying purely on physical strength.

Three years had passed, yet there were no signs of aging.

Legendary Holy Knight Constant, recognized as one of the top combat forces in the human world, was no idle boast.

Moreover, seeing his stance, if Lette didn’t take this seriously, he really might strike to kill.

Lette couldn’t help but glance at Cadwen and the others nearby: "Two Archbishops! Are you just going to stand by and watch?"

Red Archbishop Delman shrugged his hands: "For this kind of matter, you should ask the Black Robed Archbishop."

The Black Robed Archbishop Cadwen coldly snorted with his hands behind his back: "Don’t ask me, the public order of the Holy City is no longer under my jurisdiction.

But if you’re interested, I can help you get in touch with the leader of the Holy New Army."

Lette understood, these two were dead set on being spectators.

Helpless, he raised the Sin Light, pointing the sword tip directly at his Holy Knight teacher Constant.

"Look, they’re ignoring it, so I’ll have to knock you down, old man."

Constant was momentarily stunned, then burst into a laugh like the roaring of dragons and lions: "Hahaha, so you were asking for help from them a moment ago?

Alright then, I hope your skills match your arrogance!"

Constant gripped his Holy Hammer tighter, his aura soaring madly. Wisps of luminescent energy like Holy Light began swirling around him in platinum hues.

This was the unique manifestation of the Holy Knight’s Holy Light Fighting Spirit, circulating throughout the body.

If the divine officer’s role corresponds to the mage, then the role of the Holy Knight is akin to the warrior.

And Lette originally was a Holy Knight.

He first dispelled the effects of the Holy Healing Technique·Revised on himself, then removed all the blessings of the Divine Curse.

Seeing this stance of the old man, unless he fought fiercely today, there was no way to end this duel.

"Haven’t used this in a long time, forced into it..."

Lette gripped the hilt of the Sin Light with both hands, and Holy Light Fighting Spirit began to wildly surge around him.

Judging by its color and intensity, it was no weaker than his teacher’s, maybe even superior!

BAM!

At a speed the naked eye couldn’t capture, Lette and Constant clashed once more.

The explosive shockwave swept out; both archbishops instinctively raised Holy Shields to defend.

Soon, the empty street echoed with madly roaring clashes. Two beams of platinum light incessantly collided and entwined, the metallic clangs filling the air.

Suddenly, one silhouette was flung away, crashing heavily to the ground.

The two archbishops took a closer look, and it turned out to be Constant.

From a distance, Lette waved his arm, the Holy Light Fighting Spirit on him surging: "Teacher, what’s this? Are your old limbs and bones not warmed up?"

"Nonsense! Who are you calling old limbs and bones?"

The marble-paved ground had a crater from the impact, yet Constant stood up as if nothing had happened, brushing off the debris from his body.

"I was just drunk the day before yesterday, that’s why you got the upper hand! Now you’ve sobered me up with this blow! Next up, you’ll be the one suffering!"

"Your tongue is tougher than the Holy Hammer, old man!"

The most basic effect of combat energy is to enhance a warrior’s physical quality, significantly improving their strength, speed, endurance, and defense.

Once reaching the fifth level, with combat energy surrounding the body, one truly becomes as tough as a bronze pea, uncrushable and unyielding.

Not to mention, Holy Light Fighting Spirit also naturally carries the healing effects of Holy Light.

Thus, high-rank Holy Knights are practically a nightmare for the enemy.

They can fight hard and endure, and even self-heal after getting wounded. If you face a group of them, their ability to heal each other can drive foes to a mental breakdown.

For a Legend like Constant, the recent blow really held no harm.

Yet even so, the two archbishops had already discerned the discrepancy.

Though the Master was still vigorous despite age, he had begun resonating with his sacred artifact. In contrast, the Sin Light in Lette’s hand was still playing dead.

So, it was actually Lette himself enduring the battle against his Legendary Holy Knight teacher and his peerless sacred artifact.

Moreover, he had the upper hand.

For this outcome, the two archbishops weren’t exactly surprised. Because three years ago, when Lette left the Holy City, his skills among the Holy Knights were already top-tier.

Firstly, his powerful talent allowed his skill level and usage of combat energy to reach Master Constant’s level.

Secondly, his self-taught martial techniques and tactics were unparalleled.

He could defeat almost anyone without relying on combat energy.

His understanding of martial combat had even reached a philosophical degree.

No one could fathom how Lette, at a young age, had achieved such profound martial arts mastery.

But Lette explained that in his hometown, such things were common sense, observed and heard about ever since he was a child.

Is there any child unaware of aligning the waist with the horse, or grounding power?

Even if they can’t perform White Crane Spreads Wings or Sword on Su Qin’s Back, they surely know Monkey Steals Peaches, right?

At the very least! Everyone knows! Swordsmanship, it needs to be comprehensive!

Let alone the martial talent intertwined with gardening, ammo inadequacy phobia, hoarding resources, ingrained in the bones and gradually unearthed through rigorous training.

When Lette came to his senses, there was no opponent standing before him.

Yet for Lette, the prospects of using combat energy were far too narrow, limited to battle alone.

Thus, he turned to studying Divine Curses, seeking a simpler and more comfortable way of living.

Now, stimulated by his teacher Constant, he once again unleashed that suffocating sense of oppression.

The Red Archbishop’s heart beat ever faster with each observation: "Does this boy have no weaknesses?"

"Hell if I know, he always has new tricks every time he makes a move."

Also originating from a Holy Knight background, the Black Robed Archbishop shook his head repeatedly: "It’s like a bottomless pit..."

While they chatted, the teacher and student pair had once again engaged fiercely.

But it was evident, Lette grew fiercer the more he fought, while Constant gradually fell on the defensive, consistently pushed back.

Delman frowned deeper with each observation: "Strange, the gap between them shouldn’t be this wide!"

"He’s plundering Master Constant’s Holy Light Fighting Spirit!

Every collision, the combat energy on his sword edge is like a shark, fiercely biting into the other’s combat energy and then devouring and assimilating it!

This might be a new technique he’s been developing over these three years..."

In the midst of the Archbishops’ idle chat, the master and student duo suddenly altered their moves, together launching a majestic strike towards the two Archbishops.

The two Archbishops were first stunned, then frantically circulated Holy Light and Holy Light Fighting Spirit, attempting to withstand the combined assault, while cursing aloud.

"Those two bastards! They’re doing it on purpose!"

"Shameless! The same lineage of shamelessness!"