After the collision, her body flipped through the air before she landed lightly.
With a thunderous boom, six or seven nearby buildings suddenly collapsed under the impact.
The aftershock from that clash was no less powerful than dropping a ten-thousand-kilogram aerial bomb on the spot.
The Knight was nearly flung from his horse. Driven by that terrifying force, the horse beneath him slid eighteen... nineteen meters to the right, smashed through an entire wall, and crashed into a reinforced concrete building.
The flames gathered at the spearhead exploded inside the building, and the heat wave, accompanied by the blast's violent shockwave, burst from every door and window.
Some flames even struck B1's shield.
For someone wearing a mid-length dress, this collision had inevitably torn two slits in her skirt.
Glancing at her black ankle boots, B1, who could clearly feel that the soles beneath her feet had been shattered by the impact, took two light breaths.
This was absurd.
And you were telling her this was Black Iron Rank?
Yet no matter how she sensed it, this was indeed Pollution and power that Black Iron Rank could possess. Still, the density of energy in every one of the opponent's attacks far exceeded that of experts at the same rank.
It was like smashing a piece of wood against a piece of Iron. Even if you had more wood, before sturdier Iron, you were still no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
A second later, the Knight charged out of the flames.
The warhorse leaped into the air, instantly rising five or six meters high.
Then it kicked twice in midair, turning into a meteor as it stomped viciously toward the girl.
If that hoof came down, even someone at Mithril Rank would be left half-dead. Not to