Chapter 542: Chapter 542 Knight Charlie
Winry’s semi-final performance was actually not bad.
But whether she could make it into the top ten was another matter.
After all, among the fifty who advanced to the semi-finals, there were also graduates who were beyond understanding.
At the start of the third semi-final, another interesting student was called out.
The deputy head of the Hell Knight Corps, his face brimming with a proud smile.
“Finally, it’s Sean’s turn… I hope the captain will see this kid’s potential. He is definitely the strongest among the younger generation of the Holy City.”
Marlon propped his chin with one hand and said gently, “Otto, the word ‘strongest’ should not be used lightly.”
“It’s my issue, but Sean will definitely not disappoint you, captain… Moreover, with Sean’s performance, we can surely persuade the council mbers to place more importance on the developnt of the underground area.”
“The elite students produced by the heavily-funded National Royal Academy of Knights, they will be crushed before Sean.”
This Hell Great Mage Otto, had absolute confidence in the Hell lad he had trained.
Even after witnessing Han Dong’s Crow Graveyard in the ‘Hunting Competition’, or Abe who was able to obliterate and kill a demon with a single strike, Otto’s confidence remained unshakeable.
…
“…Sean. Naberis”
When this na was read, Han Dong imdiately reacted.
“Everyone, this is the ‘Hell boy’ I t during registration, he is very strong…”
Han Dong’s comnt of ‘very strong’, made the whole team pay attention to the graduate hidden in his cloak.
The air around him displayed a slight ‘twisting phenonon’, which was caused by the intense heat he exuded.
After getting up on the stage, he imdiately revealed the results of his draw- [Mark. Magnifying Glass and Question Mark]
Unfortunately,
This Hell boy happened to draw the most special ‘Symbolic’ from the Thirteen Knight Orders.
This gave Captain Hugo a headache, after all, he had already expressed his concerns to the ‘higher-ups’.
The number of people in his knight order was too few and there were a lot of things weighing on his mind, he simply didn’t have the manpower to organise.
Who knew that the ‘higher-ups’ still arranged the relevant assessnt work.
“Charlie, you go… This lad seems to be a student that Otto put a lot of effort into training, be sowhat careful.”
Knight Charlie, who was wearing high prescription glasses and a checkered shirt with a small vest, was troubled by the files he was dealing with and did not agree to Captain Hugo’s request but instead imdiately questioned it:
“Ah? Why ? I haven’t finished the engineering calculation… How about sending Mila?”
“Quickly go and co back, you can submit the settlent docunts later, Mila is busier than you.”
“What should I do, I suddenly want to quit the team.” Charlie’s face was filled with discontent.
“Go ahead… as long as you settle the debt, you can quit anyti.”
“I was just joking, then I’ll go… If I can’t beat this Hell boy, don’t bla , Captain.”
“Why would I bla you… isn’t it normal for our team to be the worst and always make a fool of ourselves?”
“However, those council mbers are watching all this, if you perform well enough, maybe they can lighten our workload and increase our salary standard.”
“Hmm! Salary raise!”
Upon hearing this, the glasses-wearing brother Charlie imdiately beca interested and carefully started getting down from the stands.
Many audience mbers or students who did not know much about the Secret Language Knight Order were skeptical about the identity of this glasses-wearing brother when they saw this scene.
Even if he was really a knight, he was definitely the kind that wouldn’t go to the front lines and would stay in the city as a clerical worker, looking weak no matter how you see it.
However, Han Dong was attentively looking at this Charlie guy, his eyes full of doubt.
“How could he have so many capillaries in his body? Nearly ten tis… No, twenty tis, or even more, than a normal person…”
Han Dong had a premonition that if he were to fight with this Charlie guy, he might lose in a short ti.
“Charlie Lebron Bermanchev…” Dumps murmured his full na, “Such a gentlemanly image is completely different from the terrifying image ten years ago, even his aura has changed, there should be very few people in the venue who would recognise this knight.”
Dumps labelled this match as the most valuable unequal match so far.
Adjusted the Single Copper Mirror, and focused solely on the ring area.
…
When battles were raging on the other platforms,
Brother Charlie fled to the ring area, looking out of breath, he mumbled, “Ah… Sitting for a long ti really harms the body, and why is my head so cold… if this goes on, I might really consider quitting.”
Touching his sowhat ‘pathetic’ hair, Charlie could only shake his head helplessly.
“Sir knight, may we begin?”
At this mont, a heavy and urgent voice ca from the opposite side of the ring… This Hell lad appeared to be impatient, he had been waiting for a long ti in the underground area.
Now was his best opportunity to showcase himself to the whole Holy City.
Charlie was adjusting his sleeve and replied dismissively.
Whoosh…
The cloak was lifted.
Like a body forged by the ‘Hell Iron Drill’, his steely physique was presented to all attendees, steam constantly rising… The Skull Mask he wore at registration was also removed at this mont.
There were two broken demon horns on his forehead,
About one curved horn grew at his chin,
A golden nose ring was on his big nose,
White mist constantly exhaled from his mouth.
Except for his face, this student’s body also had many non-human qualities… mainly two points.
1. A pair of huge fists far beyond the size of an average person – pure black, like a rock in hell, the size of a head.
2. A red, smooth tail on the ground, used for maintaining balance.
At the sa ti.
A ‘field’ that only a Formal Knight could possibly master was released.
‘Iron Prison Field’: Enhance your own defense and strength, raise the environntal temperature, and weaken the enemy’s armor.
Sean’s goal was simple, he wanted to showcase his strength to the Holy City by defeating a knight on the platform… and this was also the basic requirent of the Hell Great Mage for him.
To use power to drive speed.
Boom…
When his legs bent and fully pushed off the ground,
The densely packed platform cracked.
Sean charged straight at the seemingly weak knight brother at full speed.
The fist the size of a training sandbag swung with full force, the surrounding air was torn apart by the Huge Power… Just as the fist was about to hit Knight Charlie, who was still adjusting his sleeves,
Suddenly,
Sean’s pupils dilated, he used a special technique to halt his charge and sharply withdraw his fist.
He jumped back with all his might, returning to his initial position.
A cold sweat seeped from Sean’s forehead, evaporated imdiately by the high temperature.
At the mont he approached this Charlie knight,
Sean felt like at least ten pairs of eyes were staring at him… If that punch had been thrown, it could have possibly led to his own death.
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