The battle did not last long, as the Half-Elf Knight was eager for victory and, in a mont of carelessness, was seized by the Bone-armored Giant and pulled down from the air to the ground. When he hit the ground, the battle was declared over.
"Anyone else?"
Releasing the now semi-paralyzed Half-Elf, Hulk lifted his head, looking down at the brilliant talents before him. Although he hit hard, he didn’t deal a fatal blow. Nevertheless, the eyes of the mbers of the Silver Moon Knights blazed with fury.
However, Hulk’s defeat was inevitable. Even though he possessed the bloodlines of both Hill Giants and Devils, the power of these combined bloodlines did not make him invincible or unstoppable.
At the mont of his defeat, a power stemming from the darkness of the shadows began to envelop him, attempting to take away the spiritless, bleeding giant.
However, the Silver Moon Knights had grown into a well-rounded force, with fewer than twenty mbers but covering various professions. Imdiately, a shadow-savvy Wanderer countered.
"I knew soone would co to assist. I’ve been waiting for you!"
A cold laugh, and a petite girl vanished from the spot, followed by an explosion of combat in the shadow realm.
"Will anyone else co? I’ve heard the Judgent Knight’s Order is quite sizable!"
Although there was more than one mber of the Knight Order who could fight in the shadows, no one prepared to interfere in their comrade’s battle. It was both their arrogance and their weakness as geniuses. Their cooperation with each other was almost nonexistent.
"Sigh! You guys really know how to cause trouble for ! I clearly warned you all!"
The light from the Sun had unknowingly dimd. When realizing sothing was amiss, and lifting their heads abruptly, they discovered a vast cloud had already obscured the Sun.
It seed as though night had fallen, yet without any star or moonlight shining. Amidst the dimness, a teenager in black stood in the arena, standing upon the fallen giant’s back.
He seed to rge with the darkness that had descended upon the earth, omnipresent. The powerful oppression made everyone feel suffocated. Without a command, but prompted by instinct, all mbers of the Silver Moon Knights drew their weapons or tightened the grips on their magic wands.
The nobles’ guards and the city defense army, who had been watching the spectacle, also imdiately tightened the grips on their weapons because the suffocating presence of the suddenly appearing man was too overwhelming, as if plunging into the deep sea.
"Are you Wayne, the leader of the Judgent Knights?"
A glimr of Dawn Light sparkled in Parvati’s hand. As darkness descended, she beca the only source of light.
However, the only hope, upon seeing the person behind the scenes finally erge, showed no hostility or malice in her eyes—only curiosity and delight—as if a lonely eccentric had suddenly found a similar kind.
"Indeed, it is I, esteed Princess. Would you allow to take these two misguided subordinates away? They are not bad people and have not taken the lives of any innocents."
Wayne was slightly startled by the gaze from the fad princess across from him. This gaze was both familiar and strange to him.
He had seen such a light before among relatives who depended on each other. His sickly sister showed that light in her eyes when the brother who worked himself to the bone just for so food returned.
He had seen it many tis, yet he never expected anyone to cast such a look upon seeing him, let alone the most noble princess of Atlas Kingdom and the entire Central Earth.
"An illusion? Or a misconception?"
Even for the Hell’s Son, extrely confident in his own perceptive abilities, the noble presence of the one born above all things made him question his own eyes and waver.
"Of course, they are not demons. However, you must first agree to a condition of mine."
Parvati settled the identity dispute over the mbers of the Judgent Knight Order, endorsing them with her reputation.
Indeed, this was because there was no issue with the mbers’ identity within this Knight Order.
"What condition? A duel? Little sister, I must remind you, I’ve recently broken through the barriers of the Great Realm. Even with the blessings of the All Gods, you might not be my match."
Putting aside the thought that had just erged, Wayne displayed his poor attitude under the watchful eyes of everyone—this was his nature,
"You don’t care to be spanked in public like I discipline my sister, do you?"
He was no gentleman but an orphan who grew up in scorn and slander. Even though the Tifflins who raised him treated him kindly and provided a very comfortable material life, it did not fill the void in his spirit.
"Outrageous!"
"Arrogant!"
"Impertinent scoundrel!"
The words had scarcely escaped Wayne’s lips when they provoked the Silver Moon Knight Order’s mbers to anger. They were all geniuses subdued by Parvati after being personally defeated by her. To disdain Parvati was to belittle them.
"I will battle you!"
A swordsman leapt up at once, piercing the clouds that overshadowed the heavens above with a fierce sword light, making the shrouded Sun shine once more, though regrettably, the golden sunlight was fleeting.
"I believe I’ve made it clear enough. Although focusing on the sword is necessary for your kind of profession, it wouldn’t hurt to use a bit of brain, would it?"
Wayne extended his palm, the fair skin shimring under the darkened sky, more delicate than the hands of many well-maintained socialites. Yet when such a hand descended, the youth who had dominated five cities was pushed into the ground, sword and all.
"We aren’t even in the sa realm anymore. Who gave you the courage to swing your sword at ? The Holy Dragon?"
"Extre Intent?!"
The atmosphere froze instantly. No one had anticipated that the founder of the Judgent Knight Order, who appeared so young and similar in age to them, could be this powerful, breaking conventional expectations.
"Don’t be afraid. He has only just broken through. He can’t control his power yet. The clouds in the sky are proof—his power is continuously leaking."
"Let’s all attack together. He may not be a match for us."
Soon enough, the youths, who dared to face challenges and boldly wield their swords against the mighty, beca enthusiastic. Under Wayne’s surprised, then resigned gaze, these guys actually ford a formation to surround and attack him.
"Geniuses, truly different indeed!"
As Wayne sighed, he took out one youth at a ti with his palm,
"Speaking of which, this is my first ti bullying weaker peers of my age!"
"Your punches are too soft, lacking vigor. Was this taught by a woman?"
"What kind of spear technique is this? A suicide attack? There’s no variation. Did you learn this from a beastman?"
"Shadow Jump? And you chose this spot to attack ? Do you think this is my weak point? If your master saw your performance, they’d probably feel so ashad they’d commit suicide."
While Wayne was thrashing the geniuses, he also didn’t miss a chance for sarcastic remarks. Although he directly pointed out their weaknesses and inadequacies, it hardly inspired gratitude but rather anger in every defeated challenger who glared at him.
"Little sister, do you have anything else to say?"
Strolling leisurely, Wayne approached Parvati, and in just a few steps, all the Silver Moon Knight mbers who had attacked him were already embedded in the ground.
"You haven’t given the chance to speak, nor listened to my condition, and then you went ahead and defeated all of my followers."
"Uh?"
Wayne was montarily stunned, instinctively asking,
"What was your condition?"
"I initially wanted to invite you for a cup of afternoon tea, but it seems sowhat inappropriate to bring up such a request now."
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