Knight Wilfa angrily drew the iron longsword from his hand.
How could a noble Knight be injured by a lowly commoner? Everything that provokes a Knight's dignity must be purged! With this thought, Wilfa swung his sword!
At this moment, Chambers, who had been lording it over Li Fenghuang, had quietly covered his face and slipped into the crowd. What a joke? That guy dared to cross swords with a Knight. He was merciful enough to just punch me a few times earlier. If I pester him again, it's not impossible for that kid to directly give me a sword…
As the saying goes: don't fear the tough, fear the reckless; don't fear the reckless, fear those who don't value their lives. That guy truly doesn't value his life! As a small tax collector, though I have nobles backing me, if anything goes wrong, I'll definitely be the first one thrown out as a scapegoat.
The key is that I was beaten like this by such a guy, it's truly humiliating. Chambers clutched his swollen face, standing to the side, gritting his teeth as he watched Knight Wilfa's longsword cleave towards Li Fenghuang!
"Yes, cut, just like that, kill him, that blind fool!"
The sword light had arrived!
【6 seconds…】.
Li Fenghuang desperately raised his only weapon—a bronze short sword—to meet the Knight's sword light, intending to cut through the Knight's strike! His eyes were filled with defiance and fury.
"Why? Tell me!"
Li Fenghuang stared intently at the descending longsword.
"Clang!"
Just one sword, only one sword, with a crisp sound, Li Fenghuang's bronze short sword flew out of his hand, falling diagonally onto the ground.
"Thud!" This sound in Li Fenghuang's ears was so sarcastic, so piercing… a clean, thorough defeat, a complete rout.
But what did he do wrong? Perhaps. The end? Impossible—
Li Fenghuang, in the next moment, took out a bronze axe from the system space. He couldn't possibly let himself be slaughtered. At this point, there was no turning back!
Even though Wilfa's combat experience was far superior to Li Fenghuang's, the disarmed Li Fenghuang suddenly producing another weapon out of thin air truly caught him off guard.
"Thud!"
With a dull thud, the axe blade of the bronze axe cut into Knight Wilfa's breastplate, and a trace of blood flowed from the wound.
"Ah! You dog!"
Knight Wilfa let out a pained curse, then immediately followed with a kick to Li Fenghuang's chest. Li Fenghuang was kicked off his feet, flying over a meter away, then fell to the ground without any cushioning.
【1 second. Rage Mode off.】.
Li Fenghuang crashed to the ground, and pain immediately swept through his entire body; his chest was also unusually uncomfortable.
"Is this all you've got, daring to challenge a Knight's dignity! Wishful thinking! Hahaha! I thought you had some ability, turns out you're just trash!" Wilfa laughed triumphantly, wiping a trace of blood from his chest, and once again walked to Li Fenghuang's side, "Trash, commoner! What if you managed to wound me?"
This time, Wilfa's strength was even greater, kicking Li Fenghuang in the lower abdomen.
"Cough!" A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Li Fenghuang's mouth.
"You!"
Li Fenghuang grabbed Wilfa's leg and elbowed towards Wilfa's groin. Unfortunately, Wilfa was covered in iron armor; even a thin layer of iron could defend against Li Fenghuang's bare-handed attacks.
Wilfa became even more furious, kicking Li Fenghuang to the ground again.
"Heh heh… No way…" Li Fenghuang struggled to stand up, but his physical strength could no longer support his body to stand again, so he could only lie weakly on the ground…
"Heh heh…" Li Fenghuang helplessly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing bitterly with unwillingness, "The way back… Where is it? Is it… if I die, the game ends… Yes, it must be like that, it's like that, right…"
Wilfa grinned, holding his longsword, and came before Li Fenghuang, "People like you are truly good! You can display the inviolable dignity of a Knight, and you can let those commoners better understand the power of a Knight, and more importantly…"
Wilfa said this, leaned down, and whispered softly into Li Fenghuang's ear: "More importantly, capturing you and treating you as certain commodities is very popular among those adults! This is the price for offending me. I will make your life worse than death, hahaha!"
At the end of his speech, Wilfa couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hmph—Ptooey!" Li Fenghuang spat a mouthful of thick phlegm, mixed with blood, right onto Wilfa's vulgar and smug face, "What are you barking about! You're nothing special! Ptooey!" Li Fenghuang gave one for one, spitting another mouthful of phlegm, catching Wilfa off guard and spitting it on his body!
"You're really asking for death!" Wilfa felt utterly humiliated. How could he be spat on the face by a mere youngster? No, never mind if any adult wanted him as a scapegoat, his greatest value now was to die, to use his death to appease the anger in my heart!
Li Fenghuang looked up, and in his vision, Knight Wilfa raised the great iron sword high in his hand…
The midday sun was so dazzling that he could no longer clearly see the surrounding town. But no matter how bright the sun was, it could not illuminate every corner of the world, just as Wilfa now stood with his back to the sun in the sky; his armor blocked a large amount of pouring light, preventing the light from ever reaching beneath him. His face was hidden in shadow, contorted with rage, anger, and mockery, as if criticizing powerlessness and weakness. Yet, around Wilfa, the light reflected from his armor shimmered, making him appear even taller…
"Indeed, weakness is the original sin…"
Everything was so blurry and unreal again; and the surrounding crowd's murmurs were incomparably noisy, like mosquitoes buzzing around Li Fenghuang's ears, following the pervasive stench, making his mind muddled…
"Truly… noisy…" Li Fenghuang struggled to stand up. Anger and unwillingness were the main themes in his heart at this moment! He didn't want to give up, he struggled to get up. Unfortunately, this was not a story for children, where the protagonist would erupt at a critical moment and become a hero.
"By the way, am I, the transmigrator, really the protagonist? How ridiculous…"
"Yes, ridiculously weak."
"Hahahaha, it's all fake, just a game, don't deceive me anymore, I want to go back!"
Countless words echoed in Li Fenghuang's mind, making his thoughts chaotic.
"Die!"
The iron sword descended, reflecting light that was not its own in the midday sun.
"Clang—!" An unnamed arrow shot from afar, striking the iron sword in Knight Wilfa's hand. It was plain and unadorned, without any flourish. But a single arrow, from hundreds of paces away, knocked a longsword from the hands of a Knight who was gripping it with both hands, sending it flying, and then the arrow itself deeply embedded into the wall beside Wilfa.
Li Fenghuang stared blankly at the scene before him, and a classical poem inexplicably appeared in his mind:
In the dark forest, grass startles with the wind, the general draws his bow at night.
At dawn, he seeks the white feather, only to find it embedded in the stone.
Only now it was midday, and light filled the town.
"I'm saved?" Li Fenghuang tried his best to raise his head, wanting to see who had saved him.
Interrupted, Wilfa angrily turned around, "Who? Who? Which dog shot that arrow…"
"Which good person shot that arrow so accurately…" "Gulp…" When Wilfa clearly saw who had fired that astonishing arrow, he silently swallowed, hastily correcting himself. At the same time, his legs weakened, and he directly knelt down.
"General Andres… I…" Wilfa's speech became stuttering at this moment.
"Scram!"
General Andres walked step by step to Li Fenghuang's front, then impatiently spoke to Wilfa.
"Good, good… Yes, General!" Wilfa scrambled onto his gray horse like a flash and disappeared in a puff of smoke at the end of the street.
Wilfa left, and the sun once again shone on Li Fenghuang's face, and everything on the street seemed not so noisy anymore…
"Kid, you're safe." A plain and ordinary voice entered Li Fenghuang's ears.
Li Fenghuang, at this moment, found strength from somewhere, stumbled embarrassingly to his feet from the ground, leaned against the nearby wall, and looked towards the newcomer at the end of the street.
Li Fenghuang looked around and saw a man, a young man: he wore a simple armor, slightly worn but clean and tidy; a blue-green cape was draped behind him, gently fluttering with the breeze in the town; in his hand, he held a seemingly unremarkable bow and arrow, and on his back, he carried a leather quiver filled with arrows.
His brown curly hair fell in strands across his handsome face, glinting with a healthy sheen in the sunlight. His heterochromatic eyes, a bluish-brown, seemed captivating as he surveyed the disheveled Li Fenghuang. His face, like Li Fenghuang's, revealed a youthful rawness, but his face held a touch more composure, steadfastness, and world-weariness than Li Fenghuang's.
"Hello, my name is Andres. You give me a different feeling than others." He spoke first.
"You are very special."
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