Chapter 148: Tip of the Iceberg (3)
According to the rules of the first event, the battle royale, participants were allowed to wear their armor as long as it wasn’t a level two or higher magic tool or an artifact. Every knight who entered the competition came wearing the best armor they could afford. Those of humble means wore steel armor reinforced with leather. The wealthy arrived wearing amantir or orichalcum, or even level one magic armor.
And yet, what about Keter? He wore only thin cloth, fluttering in the wind. He had no other gear, no armor, no weapons—just barehanded. He even walked with his hands in his pockets, strolling along so casually that, to an unknowing onlooker, he might have looked like someone simply out for a walk.
Rustle!
From either side of the bushes beside him, four knights burst out in perfect sync—each a two-star knight whose strength would seem superhuman to ordinary people. But the moment Keter pulled his hands out of his pockets...
“...?!”
The knights couldn’t believe their eyes. All four swords had been caught at once by Keter in one hand. Their blades were infused with aura strong enough to cut steel, and they had attacked from all angles—front, back, left, and right—making evasion or defense almost impossible. And yet... all four were stopped by one bare hand.
“This is insa...”
Smack! Crack!
The knight who spoke had his face bashed in by a punch, and then it popped back out like rubber. The other three suffered the exact same attack, each only milliseconds apart.
Crash! Slam!
The knights, who flew out from the bushes, were flung back only faster.
Keter opened his right hand, and inside were four badges. He had stolen them before hitting them in the face.