Chapter 43: The Mighty King Of Knights
The Silver Knight’s strike didn’t land. Daniel caught Calderias’s wrist with a proper guard, twisted smoothly, and slipped his sword under the armor.
His sword pierced the weak point between the armor plates with surgical precision. It wasn’t fast or flashy— But it was effective.
Without hesitation, the Silver Knight fell. His lifeless body hit the ground with a metallic thud.
"Victor of the match... human." The Golden Knight overseer, floating in the air, stared at Daniel with a thoughtful look.
He looked down, deeply.
A human... learning in the middle of battle? Not just adapting—learning. In all his life, he had never seen such a thing. How could he stay this calm?
Daniel took a deep breath. Sweat dripped from his temple, but his gaze was calm.
He replayed the fight with Calderias in his head. Even in such a short clash, he’d learned a lot.
Swordplay isn’t just about slashing. The direction of force matters more than raw speed. Controlling distance and attack angles is key in close combat.
He smiled slightly. This was the opportunity he’d been talking about. He could learn how to fight really well—but unfortunately, there was no time to rest.
From beside the throne, one of the Golden Knights stepped into the arena. He carried a long spear with a broad blade in his right hand. His steps were firm and heavy.