Not a single Knight retreated.

No, it wasn’t that the Knights chose not to retreat, but that the Demon Hunter gave them no opportunity to withdraw!

He was a tireless windmill, his slashes growing faster, each strike heavier than the last!

He fought one against six with an air of casual ease.

The dual blades WHOOSHED through the air, the once-intermittent flashes of steel now forming a continuous silver arc. Wherever the arc curved, sparks flew, and no sooner did one die than a greater one ignited in its place!

Though only seconds had passed since the match began, to the Knights gripping their longswords, the swift and furious assault felt as if an hour had gone by.

In the span of a single breath, hundreds, no, thousands of slashes rained down, seeming to sever everything in their path!

At this moment, all the Glorious Knights, Galahad included, were under the same delusion.

Rather than Gawain in his Dragon Transformation, they would sooner believe they were facing an actual Giant Dragon!

This was a Demon Hunter empowered by Burning Blood! His body, blessed as a Dragon Knight, meant his constitution was not only equal to but even surpassed that of an ordinary Knight!

And the addition of Burning Blood—an ability several times stronger than typical Alchemy Circuits—provided an enhancement that pushed him nearly to the level of a Bronze-rank.

All things considered, it was no wonder the Knights were inwardly screaming that he was a monster. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

If Baron were to face yesterday’s Gray now, he could guarantee Gray would die a spectacular death!

"Why do these moves look so familiar?" Maguire frowned from the sidelines. "I remember this is how Gray fought Andre."

If even Maguire could recognize the moves, then the Glorious Knights, who frequently fought alongside Gray as his teammates, were even more aware of it.

The leader of the Knights gritted his teeth. "Let him keep slashing! All six of us, maintain the encirclement! We’ll attack the instant his stamina runs out!"

The Knights, Galahad included, all nodded. Given the current situation, it was indeed the best option.

Wave after wave of slashes transmitted the immense power of a surging tide through their blades. Their wrists and the web of their hands were numb from the shock, making it almost impossible to keep their grip, and their footing became unsteady.

The Knights pinned their hopes on Baron exhausting his stamina, but he defied all expectations. He was like an Iron Dragon—a steam train—fully loaded with coal. The dual blades in his hands were like its wheel axles: stable, efficient, and relentlessly heavy.

Poised to pulverize anything that dared stand on its tracks!

Galahad realized they couldn’t let this continue. At this rate, they would collapse from exhaustion long before the Demon Hunter ran out of stamina!

He began observing the trajectory of the Demon Hunter’s blades, silently counting, waiting for the briefest gap between strikes.

He shouldn’t have looked. The moment he paid close attention, Galahad realized something was terribly wrong.

His pupils shrank to pinpricks.

The trajectory of the two blades was like an Iron Dragon on a pre-laid track, precisely and efficiently striking the exact same spot on all six swords!

Faintly, with the enhanced vision granted by his Cyan Eagle Knight Contract, he could see tiny cracks beginning to appear on their blades where the sparks flew!

His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to shout.

But the Demon Hunter noticed his expression before his teammates did. The slash that should have fallen on Galahad’s Longsword never came. Instead, Baron suddenly stepped forward, using the momentum of his attack against the other five Knights to drive his elbow viciously into Galahad’s chest.

And in the same instant that Galahad staggered back from the sudden elbow strike, Baron swung his left Long Saber with all his might, "shattering" it against the Knight’s Swords of the other five, who had seized the opportunity to press forward.

His left Long Saber was sacrificed. His now-free left hand clamped down over Galahad’s on the hilt of his Knight’s Sword.

Galahad instantly snapped back to his senses, gripping the hilt with both hands to contest control of the sword.

He was confident. As a Cyan Eagle Knight, his strength would surely not lose to the Demon Hunter before him!

But his hands, which could shatter a tree wider than a man’s embrace during training, suddenly felt like a river flowing into the ocean—his strength vanished without a trace.

The Demon Hunter’s strength seemed to far exceed Galahad’s.

With just a slight pull while seizing the sword, Baron uncontrollably dragged Galahad’s body into the path of the other Knights’ incoming attacks.

The Knights’ faces fell in horror. They tried to pull back their blades, but it was too late.

The swords were already descending. The silver gleam of the Longswords flashed across Galahad’s delicate, androgynous face. Their momentum was unstoppable!

But Galahad was fearless. He instead reversed his grip, clamping both hands onto the Demon Hunter’s arm, intending to risk his own life to hold Baron in place for his teammates!

"He’s insane!"

Down below, the faces of Maguire and the other Demon Hunters paled.

Some of the more timid women in the stands couldn’t help but gasp, covering their faces with their hands.

Yet at the same time, their hearts pounded and their ears strained, as if waiting for the inevitable, blood-curdling screams.

But after a moment, there was only silence.

They lowered their hands, opened their eyes, and beheld a sight they would likely never forget.

In the stands, thousands of spectators held their breath, their eyes wide enough to pop from their sockets.

They stared intently at the figure on the field, as if trying to capture and burn into memory a moment that would surely be recorded in the annals of Fude City’s Hunting Competition!

A reporter from the Fude City press held up a Magic Staff and expensive Magic Cards, capturing the scene with one shot after another as if they were free.

The five Glorious Knights were frozen in their sword-swinging poses, but their blades were shattered, leaving only gleaming, broken stubs in their hands.

The air was still, their faces rigid as they stared in one direction.

The sunlight was blinding, made even more so by the reflection from the shards of sharp metal. But most blinding of all was the tattered, black-clad figure.

Behind him stood Galahad, his long, light-purple hair falling to his waist. In his hands, Baron held two broken weapons—the Long Saber provided by the organizers, and Galahad’s Knight’s Sword.

The Blood Patterns on his body had vanished, and faint steam rose from his skin as if being evaporated by the sun.

He casually tossed the broken blades aside, ignoring the horrified stares of the Knights in the audience.

He leaned down to the stunned Galahad, who was still in his grasp. He looked him up and down, tapped the Armor on his chest, and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, a ladyboy."