Glory of the Knight

An unnamed rage rose within Mauritius, his face flushing red like a volcano about to erupt.

He shouted angrily at the host on stage, "Hey! What kind of host are you?"

"Are you treating us like idiots, leaving Tang Jishaqiu and me here?"

"If you're not capable of hosting, then go home and drink your milk instead of making a fool of yourself here!"

The female host blushed deeply after being verbally attacked by Mauritius, her hands clenching into fists involuntarily, her eyes burning with anger.

She desperately wanted to explode on the spot and give that bastard a good beating. How dare he humiliate her like that? Was he too arrogant? Or had she simply become too weak to handle a knife?

But reason acted like a rein, firmly restraining her impulsive thoughts.

After all, this is a globally watched competition, with people all over the world watching. Her momentary lapse in concentration was already a major mistake.

"Hehe, excuse me, I hereby announce that the second round of the quarterfinals is now beginning."

The host gritted her teeth as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly—a tremor born of suppressed anger.

She was probably full of resentment at that moment, and didn't even want to announce the names of the two opponents. After saying that, she turned around angrily and left without looking back.

As soon as the host finished speaking, the atmosphere on the stage instantly became tense.

Tang Jishaqiu's aura surged upwards like a turbulent wave, constantly condensing and changing until he finally transformed into a majestic, retro knight.

A flash of cold light appeared on his spear, and he suddenly raised it forward, charging towards Mauritius like a lightning bolt.

Mauritius was also extremely solemn at this moment, his eyes fixed on the rushing Tang Jishaqiu, veins bulging on his forehead.

With both hands gripping the knife handle tightly like iron clamps, he raised it high and then slashed it down hard at the charging Tang Jishaqiu Dunes.

In an instant, a massive blade of energy, like a roaring white beast, radiating a dazzling white light, hurtled towards Tang Jishaqiu's spear with unstoppable force.

Tang Jishaqiu's eyes narrowed, like a cheetah locking onto its prey.

He suddenly flicked his spear, and a strange wave of energy spread out rapidly like invisible ripples. The energy wave seemed gentle, but it had astonishing power, easily severing the blade energy that Mauritius had slashed at him as if cutting a rope.

Without hesitation, Tang Jishaqiu thrust his spear straight toward Mauritius's chest.

Mauritius was shocked; his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He never expected that his powerful move would be so easily countered by his opponent.

Just as the spear was about to pierce his chest, he quickly swung his broadsword horizontally, colliding fiercely with the incoming spear.

"When!"

A metallic clang rang out above the ring, the sound deafening, making the eardrums of those standing close by uncomfortable, and some even covered their ears.

The two then engaged in a fierce battle.

Mauritius's greatsword was like a bright moon, unleashing dazzling flashes of light, each strike carrying immense power as he slashed wildly towards Tang Jishaqiu.

Tang Jishaqiu, on the other hand, was like a ghost weaving through the flashing swords. His spear moved like a serpent, deftly countering Mauritius's attacks, Ground Spikes out every now and then. The cold light at the tip of the spear flashed in the air, and each strike was aimed at Mauritius's vitals.

The two roared simultaneously and unleashed another powerful attack.

A dazzling light flashed, energy raged, and the impact of the collision spread wildly in all directions like a surging wave.

Under this immense force, the two were each thrown back several meters, their feet leaving deep tracks on the ground.

After standing there, they stared at each other fiercely, their eyes burning like two flames. They gritted their teeth, their expressions suggesting an irreconcilable hatred between them, as if they wanted to devour each other alive.

Mauritius slammed his hand on his chest, then roared to the sky. The sound was like that of a ferocious beast from the ancient wilderness, making the eardrums of those around him buzz.

With that roar, his aura surged, rising higher and higher like a turbulent tide.

His body began to change; his muscles expanded rapidly, becoming much larger than before, and every inch of his skin radiated powerful strength.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a layer of rock armor seemed to slowly emerge from his body. The armor was ancient and heavy, with each rock shimmering with a mysterious luster, seemingly possessing an indestructible power.

Then he slammed his broadsword into the ground, pressed down with both hands as if crushing the heaviest object in the world, then flipped his hands upwards with palms facing up, shouting, "Wall of Earth, Shock and Kill!"

The sound was like muffled thunder, exploding in the air.

In an instant, a loud bang came from beneath their feet, and a stone wall appeared out of thin air on the arena.

The stone wall, several meters high, charged toward Tang Jishaqiu like a prehistoric behemoth, squeezing the air and making a whooshing sound wherever it passed.

Tang Jishaqiu stared at the approaching stone wall, his gaze sharpening, his expression unusually serious.

He took a deep breath and raised the spear in his hand into the air, the spear gleaming with a chilling light under the sunlight.

He muttered incantations, like ancient and mysterious spells, as if summoning power from another world.

Then, he roared, "Descent, Glory of the Knight!"

Just then, the sky suddenly changed color, and the once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, as if a huge black curtain had shrouded the entire world.

A fierce wind howled and swept in, making it almost impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

Amidst the flashes of lightning Thunderclap, streaks of lightning, like silver snakes, darted through the dark clouds.

The next moment, a knight, several dozen feet tall and clad in armor shimmering with mysterious runes, appeared in the air.

The knight's figure was majestic and imposing, like a war god descending.

He still held a long spear in his hand, with wisps of electricity flowing across it, as if it contained the thunderous power of heaven and earth.

The man's eyes snapped open, and two beams of lightning, as solid as real electricity, shot out from them.

The beam of light, swift as a meteor, struck the stone wall that was hurtling towards Tang Jishaqiu Dunes with overwhelming force.

The stone wall shattered into pieces under the attack of the two pillars of lightning.

Huge rocks flew in all directions, raising a cloud of dust.

The enormous figure in the air slammed its spear down hard from above.

This strike seemed to tremble the heavens and earth. A huge crack was blasted open in the sky by this shot, and endless darkness emanated from the crack. Black matter, like billowing smoke, was blown out of the crack along with the gale, carrying an aura of destruction.

Faced with this powerful force, Mauritius seemed frozen in place, unable to dodge.

The spear slammed heavily into him with a loud "boom," smashing him directly into the arena. The arena was also smashed, creating a huge crater, and the surrounding ground cracked like a spider web.