"Are you the Qin Heng Miss Song just ntioned?"
Jonson Charles sized up Qin Heng and smiled. "It seems your strength is not weak. You might be at S-level; in your China, you would be called an Innate Grandmaster, right?"
He didn't take Qin Heng seriously at all. For soone his age to reach S-level is already quite rare, Jonson Charles mused. After all, not everyone could be like , a nobleman who received a transcendent education from a young age, even being personally taught by the previous Lancelot. Looking around the world, there probably aren't many who have had such favorable conditions.
"You just insulted England and
as well, which is a grave offense," Jonson Charles said matter-of-factly. "As your punishnt, I will take your beloved woman for myself right in front of you."
After saying this, he looked at Song Ningran with a smile, intending to strip off her clothes right there to make Qin Heng's heart ache and undermine his morale before easily killing him.
However, at that mont, Qin Heng gently raised his hand and grasped.
WHOOSH WHOOSH!!
An invisible storm instantly arose, coalescing into a hand that passed right through Jonson Charles, catching Song Ningran in its grip. With a gentle flick, she was back at Qin Heng's side.
"Are you alright?" Qin Heng said softly.
At the sa ti, he flicked his finger. Mana transford into a healing rain. It fell upon Song Ningran's face, erasing the red mark and restoring her complexion to a delicate, rosy white, making her look charming and tender.
"Mm..." Song Ningran lightly bit her lip, tears welled in her eyes as she stared, dumbfounded, at Qin Heng. She trembled all over, unable to speak.
She felt utterly wronged. It was her first ti encountering such a thing. She hadn't expected that the leaders who usually seed amiable would turn into such brutes, forcing her to do such things! If she hadn't been extra cautious, prepared a WeChat ssage in advance, ready to send it at any mont, and found a chance to send it to Qin Heng... The outco would have been unthinkable.
Now that she saw Qin Heng and was back at his side, all the fear, worry, and grievance that had filled Song Ningran's heart suddenly burst forth. Yet, she held it back. Qin Heng is about to face a battle, she reminded herself. He absolutely cannot be distracted because of .
"Qin Heng, be careful. That Englishman has inherited the title of Lancelot, one of the Knights of the Round Table," Song Ningran took a deep breath and managed to speak, though her voice was tinged with sobs. "He likely inherited so special abilities as well. You must be careful."
"He's but an ant, insignificant," Qin Heng stroked Song Ningran's hair gently and smiled. "Stand by my side. I'll kill them all—the ones who bullied you just now!"
"Yes!!" Song Ningran nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face as she finally couldn't help crying out loud.
Any girl, after such an ordeal, would not be able to remain calm.
"You, sir, seem to be thinking too highly of yourself." Jonson Charles shook his head, speaking proudly to Qin Heng, "The people with
are my friends. As long as I am here, you cannot harm a hair on their heads! See these cracks on the ground? This is my power. In the face of such power, do you not feel fear? Do you not feel insignificant? Kneel down and let
chop off your head. Only then can you atone for your sin of insulting England and my knightly honor!!"
"And this is the female secretary who slapped you earlier." Qin Heng completely disregarded Jonson Charles's words, his gaze falling on Secretary Lin, who was scared out of her wits. "Complicit in evil," he said indifferently. "You deserve to die!"
With that, Qin Heng raised his finger and pointed. Imdiately, a golden light flew from his hand toward Secretary Lin.
"How dare you ignore ! Damn you!! It seems you still haven't realized the gap between our strengths!" Jonson Charles beca furious. He sneered, and his body gave a slight shudder. Instantly, a layer of purple armor appeared out of thin air, covering his body.
An ancient and fierce aura burst from the armor, forming an incredibly powerful force that fused with Jonson Charles's own strength, multiplying his power many tis over!
"Foolish Chinese Martial Artist, you lowly vermin! You simply do not understand what it ans to be powerful. Now, let
show you the power of the Knights of the Round Table!"
Jonson Charles roared. Simultaneously, his armor radiated a dazzling purple light, condensing into a barrier of light over twenty ters long and more than ten ters high. It materialized directly between him and Qin Heng like a vast city wall, seemingly intending to block any and all of Qin Heng's attacks.
This purple radiance emitted an incredibly sacred aura.
It was as if a Saint stood before them, guarding their followers, instilling a sense of calm in everyone's heart.
"A miracle! This is simply a miracle!!" Zhao Zhongjian couldn't help but cry out in amazent. Although he knew sothing about Martial Artists, he had never witnessed such a miraculous display. Armor appearing from thin air, light bursting from it! All of this seed like a fantasy, a myth—so surreal, yet it was happening right before their very eyes! Incredible! Truly, too incredible!! Zhao Zhongjian thought, completely stunned.
"Lord Charles! Lord Charles! Knight Lancelot! Knight of the Lake!! A miracle! A miracle!"
The people around Zhao Zhongjian also started cheering. In their eyes, with soone as powerful as Jonson Charles to protect them, Qin Heng was completely helpless against them.
"You're right, this is indeed a miracle," Jonson Charles said with pride. "This is Lancelot's skill, 'Lake's Purple Barrier,' a sacred technique King Arthur himself taught him. And King Arthur, without a doubt, is an existence comparable to deities."
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!
The golden light from Qin Heng's pointed finger shot out, producing a sound in mid-air like clashing tal, and was about to collide with the purple barrier Jonson Charles had conjured.
Jonson Charles was not the least bit worried about this. He looked relaxed, glanced at Secretary Lin who was sitting paralyzed nearby, caressed her cheek gently, and smiled. "Beautiful Miss Lin, do not fear. No one can hurt you by my side. Once I've dealt with things here, I'll take you to my bedroom and dispel the fear in your heart."
CLANG!!
BOOM! BOOM!
Suddenly, at that very mont, following a sword-like ring, a series of explosions erupted!
Then, a streak of golden light! It easily and unimpeded pierced the purple barrier's defenses, struck Secretary Lin's neck, spun with a swift rotation, and then vanished.
THUMP!
Secretary Lin's headless body collapsed onto the ground, blood gushing from her neck like a fountain.
Jonson Charles, anwhile, still maintained the pose of cradling her cheek—now holding her severed head, its face frozen in an expression of horror, in his hands.
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