Fantasy Simulator

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

The Martial Tournament continued.

As the tournament progressed, Chen Heng's name became more and more famous, and he was called out by countless people.

His style was very well-known. From the start, he had always used the quickest way to end the battle. His actions seemed like flowing clouds and running water, seeming incredibly smooth.

During his battles, he had also fought other Knights.

Of course, most of them were not true Knights and were only Apprentice Knights.

These Apprentice Knights came from diverse backgrounds. There were Olivia's subordinates as well as those from various large families, all partic.i.p.ating with their own goals.

Among the many Apprentice Knights, there were some relatively powerful ones.

It was just that facing Chen Heng, those Knight Apprentices all fell. Even the strongest among them could not put up a decent fight against Chen Heng, and they were all cleanly dealt with.

A few days pa.s.sed.

Soon, Chen Heng was facing his final opponent.

It was the Olis Kingdom's Delano.

Delano was the Olis Kingdom's Knight, and he represented Prince Grith this time.

In actuality, everyone, including Chen Heng, knew what this Knight's goal was in coming to this tournament.

It was definitely to make Olivia lose face.

The Martial Tournament was one's chance to show off their martial power, and neither Olivia or Grith would let this opportunity go.

Moreover, just from a perspective of ruining their opponent's plans, the more Olivia wanted to do something, the more Grith would not let her succeed.

As such, he had sent out Delano.

"This is quite troublesome…" a middle-aged man lightly sighed while looking at the middle-aged Knight step out.

It was not just Olivia and the others who had come to this Martial Tournament, even n.o.bles like Kelly had come.

The one who had spoken was a middle-aged man sitting next to Kelly.

"Father…"

Sitting beside the middle-aged man and looking down at the middle-aged Knight, Kelly could not help but ask, "Why did Her Highness send out Kailin to fight? Doesn't she know…"

"I don't know what Her Highness is thinking either, but there are a few possibilities," the middle-aged man said as he shook his head, "Perhaps she doesn't want another of her Knights to be defeated, resulting in a loss in face.

"Even though Kailin will definitely lose, Kailin is not a true Knight, so it does not matter if he loses.

"After all, he is fighting as an Apprentice Knight, and facing a true Knight, even if he loses, it will not be shameful for him."

That was what he guessed.

"But Kailin, he…"

Chen Heng rode his horse into the arena from the other side.

He slowly rode his horse to the center and looked at his opponent.

In front of him was quite an interesting-looking Knight.

He was a middle-aged Knight who wore leather armor. His face was quite tanned and was covered with many scars.

His gaze was sharp like that of an eagle's, making people instinctively feel respectful towards and scared of him.

Just from his aura, he seemed quite extraordinary.

Looking at this person, Chen Heng's gaze was calm as that person's information appeared in his mind.

Delano was one of the Olis Kingdom's Knights, and within the Olis Kingdom, he was a top-tier Knight.

From the information, this Knight had defeated many other Knights in direct confrontations. In terms of battle power, he was much higher than Mader in the past.

No wonder Olivia would send Chen Heng.

The Martial Tournament did not allow compet.i.tors to take their opponent's lives.

Even if Chen Heng lost, as long as he surrendered in time, there would be no problems.

Moreover, for a new Knight like him, he did not need to defeat Knight Delano; he just needed to last against Knight Delano for a period of time and make the battle look spectacular.

He was just a new Knight, so others would not have expectations of him. Even if he lost, they would praise him for having such talent at such a young age, and they would not say anything about his loss.

After all, it was only natural that a new Knight would lose to a famous Knight who had accomplished much already.

Moreover, for Olivia, even if Chen Heng lost, other people would only talk about how she had gained a powerful genius Knight.

That was the benefit of being young and having little experience.

Even though it did not matter if he lost, at the end of the day, losing was losing. How could it compare to the fame winning would bring?

Fame and reputation was what Chen Heng needed.

"No need to waste words."

Ahead, Delano spoke calmly, "Let's directly start. Show me just how much power you have."

Chen Heng did not reply and only nodded, and they sped towards each other on their horses at the same time.

Bang!

In the next moment, their swords simultaneously descended and collided in mid-air resulting in a loud sound.

Facing Delano, a true Knight, Chen Heng did not use a lance, and he instead drew his sword.

"You!"

Sensing the strength from Chen Heng's sword, Delano's expression changed.

He could clearly sense the power coming from Chen Heng's body.

That power was incredibly terrifying, and it was not something that a Knight Apprentice could give off. It was not any inferior to his own power.

Immediately, he sensed something.

"You understand now?"

In front of him, Chen Heng's voice sounded out, "It's a pity that it's too late."

As he spoke, Chen Heng's figure slightly bent as he gave off a unique stance, and his silver sword savagely descended.

His strike contained terrifying power and brought with it a powerful gust of wind.

Bang!

Delano quickly retreated; because of his overconfidence, he had fallen into a disadvantage and was being suppressed by Chen Heng.

Wild gale billowed and within the arena, the two figures continuously clashed, giving off immense sounds.

The battle had only just started, but the two of them were intensely fighting.

The long swords continuously flashed through the air, and each of their strikes, if they hit an ordinary person, would cause that person's body to split apart and turn into chunks of meat.

As they continued to fight, their swords flashed with motes of white light; it was the manifestation of life energy.