Chapter 478: Chapter 246: Torrential Downpour
“Ding!”
The sharp blade of the slender fine sword clashed violently with the heavy longsword wrapped entirely in silver white.
Instead of the dazzling sparks that should have erupted, what resonated in the air was an incredibly crisp and somewhat piercing sharp sound.
The type of weapon perhaps can represent the user’s personality and combat style.
But in this scenario, where the sharpness and quality are on par, when they grind against each other.
The only thing left to tip the victory scales is the purest strength of the user.
Buzz——
Quite unexpected.
Although the broadsword seemed powerful and forceful, with a blade heavier than an adult’s arm.
Confronted with that delicate fine sword, whose slender structure resembled an insect’s venomous sting, appearing as if it could break with the slightest touch.
It seemed to have fallen into a disadvantageous position.
The silver white liquid flowing smoothly across the surface of the heavy sword surfaced unnatural ripples under the collision resistance.
Along with the hands wrapped in flowing silver, which trembled violently.
“Damn it!”
The golden medium-length hair was drenched in sweat, sticking messily to the cheeks.
On Terry William’s handsome face, only a grimace caused by excessive force remained.
“I can’t go on like this!”
The combat training he underwent since childhood in the family may have left him less experienced than his opponent in actual combat but still allowed him to maintain a clear mind at critical moments.
In the cultivation system of the Molton family, the special professional known as “Silver Plated Knight,” consumed a large amount of special metals and silver during growth but provided far superior defense ability than ordinary warriors upon employment, even gaining some elemental damage, allowing effective strikes against certain intangible undead creatures.
Yet it was ultimately just a basic uncommon profession.
Obtaining remarkable defensive power at the cost of his physical strength and action rate.
Even if his professional level was already at Level 5, confidently facing the vast majority of adventurers of the same level but from informal backgrounds, able to easily handle them.
Facing Lawson ahead, whose level and composite reached Level 6, compensated for the shortcomings of the “warrior” profession with “Bloodseeker Veteran,” comprehensive and having years of experience as an adventurer and guard, rich in combat experience, he could only fall into a disadvantage.
His previous engagement in Melted Scale Town even gave him the illusion that the opponent was just so.
But when Terry William was lured step by step into the open space outside the town, the opponent’s combat style, initially retreating and maneuvering, suddenly turned aggressive and offensive.
He finally realized the disparity in strength between them.
The cramped environment under the dense building within the town, along with the interference and siege from his knights, might have narrowed their gap to some extent.
But now, having to engage in a one-on-one battle with this shady middle-aged man.
Which represented one more master-level battle skill than his level, along with the resulting physical enhancement.
This was demonstrated vividly in combat.
“Haaah!”
Gritting his teeth to the point of crushing them, muscles swollen and pushing up the metal armor on his arm, intent connecting to the sword blade, those liquid metals at this moment seemed to have their own will.
Amidst the dense and intense ripples, transforming into tiny protrusions.
Sensing the danger within.
The blade, which had been pressed towards the neck during the struggle, suddenly paused and abruptly withdrawn!
In the next moment, the tiny protrusions gathered on the surface of the longsword turned into sharp silver spikes, shooting out like rain.
Only to scatter in the air, leaving countless tiny deep holes on the ground.
Lawson held his oddly shaped, bee-sting-like fine sword lightly, standing afar on the empty ground ten meters away.
A few remaining holes from the silver white liquid could be seen faintly on the hem of his clothes, but only a few bleeding light injuries on his body.
In good condition.
While on the other side of the field, Terry William, who was forced back by the previously shower-like silver spikes, was already panting heavily, evidently exhausted.
“I heard from those few kids earlier that you are the family knight captain?”
His gaze swept cautiously over the silver white flowing on the opponent’s sword blade and the bulging little pouch on his waist, secretly recovering his strength, Lawson spoke slowly in a taunting tone.
“The old guys in the Molton Family sure are lacking skills, relying on their background to get that position.”
“I worked in his castle for five years and didn’t even get a squad leader position, while someone like you managed to muddle into the knight captain.”
“Hey.” He deliberately scanned the young man’s countenance and golden medium-length hair with an unusually conspicuous gaze, a face full of mockery.
“Could you be the old guy’s illegitimate child?”
Terry William was panting without replying.
This was not because he was indifferent to Lawson’s sarcasm, at under thirty years of age, he was far from having such stable characteristics, unaffected by external factors.
Just recognizing the purpose of the opponent attempting to infuriate him and deliberately showing patience.
The emotions surging internally due to the insult on family honor and blood relation were already making his eyes turn red.
Silver whites quickly spread beneath his arms and neck, almost connecting on his chest.
“Lawson, do you know why the Duke does not wish to promote you?”
The voice trembled a bit, yet a subtle cold smile inevitably crept on Terry William’s face.
He stared tightly at the middle-aged man’s face ahead, as if he wanted to imprint his subsequent expressions firmly in his mind.