Chapter 141: Chapter 108: I’ll Take On All 6 of You

BAM!

Gawain stared in shock at his knees, once again planted on the ground. His expression was a mask of bewilderment.

He looked toward the Demon Hunter.

Compared to Gawain—who, thanks to his Bloodline Assimilation, could now undergo Dragon Transformation on multiple parts of his body at once, covering them in hard scales and claws—

Allen looked like nothing more than a slim, somewhat handsome, ordinary person.

And this contrast, set against the sheer impact of the Dragon Transformation, made the Demon Hunter’s figure seem all the more frail.

At this moment, the Demon Hunter was also watching him quietly. Those dark eyes were as placid as an ancient well, as always, but they glinted with a peculiar gold in the sunlight.

Gawain’s pupils contracted violently. An endless chill, carrying a rage forged from humiliation, surged up his spine. A tempest roared in his heart.

’How is this possible? How can this be!’

He used his claws to force his body up, but he couldn’t straighten his knees. It was as if another will was forcing him to remain kneeling before the Demon Hunter!

’Why? Why is this happening!’

He wanted to stand up again, but this time, he no longer had the strength... or the courage.

At that moment, the world fell silent. As the Sun Knight took that earth-shattering kneel, the crowd’s cheers faltered.

One by one, they returned to the expressions they’d worn during the last two times this happened: dazed, with a hint of shock, yet a shock that was not without confusion.

They looked at the black-clad figure swaying on the stage, their eyes filled with nothing but utter horror.

’To make the once-unbeatable Sun Knight Gawain kneel three times, even forcing him to cough up blood and admit defeat... This Intern Demon Hunter... is just too damn strong.’

On the stage, Gawain refused to accept his fate. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and tried to stand up again.

He couldn’t believe it. He refused to believe he would fall here, just like this.

"Kneel..."

Suddenly, a distant and ancient voice emerged from the depths of his mind.

Gawain froze. He recognized the voice. It belonged to the Fire Dragon Subspecies he had a contract with—the Azure Fire Dragon.

"Why..." he said. "Why?"

But the Azure Fire Dragon did not answer him again.

Gawain wanted to say more, but his Dragon Transformation silently receded. His Golden Eye extinguished. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went dark, and he collapsed heavily onto the ground.

Just before he fell, he faintly heard the voice from the depths of his soul again: "Do not make an enemy of him..."

After murmuring one last "why," Gawain’s head lolled to the side, and he passed out completely.

This time, no man told him to get up, and no woman cried out his name through tears.

He had already lost. For him, passing out was perhaps the most dignified way to lose.

At least he wouldn’t have to face the audience that had favored him, or the teammates who had submitted to his strength.

A team of designated Wizards came onto the stage and lifted the now bare-chested Gawain, his Dragon Transformation gone, onto a stretcher.

His exit was as hasty as his entrance.

There were no flowers, no applause, no cheers. Only silence, a silence so profound it was as if the world’s mute button had been pressed.

A chill wind, like air cut by blades of ice, swept across everyone’s faces. They gazed at the figure on the stage beneath the Black Moon, feeling that it was all unbelievable. Everything that happened today was unbelievable.

’The legendary Gawain Lannier was actually defeated in such a humiliating way!?’

’And his opponent was a goddamn Intern Demon Hunter?’

’If that’s an Intern Demon Hunter, I’ll eat my hat!’

After a brief moment of silence, quiet sobs broke out in the stands. Men wept while women fell silent.

The tears belonged to the gamblers who had bet everything on Gawain. The silence came from the finely dressed young ladies and noblewomen, who suddenly realized that perhaps Gawain’s seven-win streak had made them subconsciously overlook this young man who had already shone so brightly against Gray yesterday.

In fact, upon closer inspection—with his pale, cold eyes, a face as if chiseled from marble, and brows and lips as thin as blades—his looks were in no way inferior to the Sun Knight Gawain!

Especially now that Gawain had knelt before him three times.

Just like yesterday, people once again began to inquire about the Intern Demon Hunter on the stage, Allen.

Whispers, gossip, and rumors began to circulate among the wealthy nobles in the stands. Through the workings of their individual information networks, they quickly obtained news about Allen.

Born in Dongcheng District, a place crowded with the poor. Both parents alive, three sons, two daughters. Allen was the second oldest.

Due to the high cost of living and excessive family expenses, Allen was sent to the Fude City First Hunter Association to become an Intern Demon Hunter, a profession with an extremely high mortality rate.

No one had expected that in just two or three short years, he would actually make something of himself.

As for the descriptions from Attendants, the Hunter Association, and the neighbors—which painted a picture of an Allen whose appearance, demeanor, and strength didn’t match the man on the stage—as well as the news that Allen already had a girlfriend, these details were subconsciously ignored by the wealthy nobles.

People grow and change. A boy changes drastically by the time he’s a man. All those previous descriptions were probably just Allen’s way of disguising his true abilities and lying low.

"But..." the Attendants said, "the Allen in the rumors has blond hair. No matter how you look at him, the Demon Hunter on the stage is clearly a Feinan Person, not one of the Prole People, right?"

The nobles chuckled, patting their respective Attendants’ faces. "Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?"

As for the so-called girlfriend, the girlfriend of a poor man from Dongcheng District was just another poor person. It seemed Allen was a smart man; he would make the right choice.

The announcer, as if waking from a dream, picked up the microphone and declared: "I announce that the final winner of the sixth day of the Hunting Competition is..."

In the Knight candidate area.

The Glorious Knights watched with complicated expressions as the Sun Knight Gawain was carried back on a stretcher, surrounded by a group of Wizards administering treatment.

An older Knight lamented, "Unbelievable... truly unbelievable... To think that even Lannier would..."

He didn’t finish the sentence, but all the Knights understood what he meant.