Leman Russ's fists flew wildly, with no discernible pattern to them, yet empowered by his strength, every blow was impossible to withstand.
Chika was sent flying by a single punch, crashing into the heads of other knights as he vomited blood. Hade's spear was crushed outright beneath Leman Russ's iron fist, and another impact sent him flying more than ten meters away.
This was not a competition. It was practically a one-sided slaughter. Every punch Leman Russ threw sent dozens of knights soaring through the air, leaving them sprawled on the ground and barely clinging to life.
The Rhodes Island operators stood beneath the arena, not daring to rashly enter that storm to treat the wounded.
Shattered armor rained through the air, while the sounds of bones breaking made the spectators' skin crawl. Three seconds later, not a single knight remained standing before Leman Russ. They could barely even groan.
Leman Russ flexed his wrist. He did not think he had been particularly brutal. Faced with his enemies' killing intent, he had merely beaten them severely. This was a rare act of mercy from a Primarch.
The spectators looked at one another, realizing that this knight competition was increasingly slipping beyond the bounds of its rules. If even two knight orders renowned within the arena could not curb this man's arrogant madness, then their only hope lay with the Campaign Knights guarding the borders.
There were no shortage of people in the crowd who thought so. Though the Campaign Knights had little interest in knight competitions, this was still one of the ways they selected talented candidates.
After certain promising contestants demonstrated their strength and knightly spirit, these knights under the Adeptus Sprawiedliwości would extend invitations to them, even shielding them from assassinations and ambushes by the Commercial Union...
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