On the open ground in the center of the square.
The warrior, clad in heavy armor, continuously swung his sword, each strike powerful and heavy, stirring up gusts of wind.
Clang, clang, clang!
Although it looked intimidating, Fifee's every attack was easily parried by Lock, who didn't even move his feet.
In terms of attribute values, although both were Magic Casters of the same level, Fifee's overall basic abilities were even higher than Lock's due to his racial attributes.
However, Lock had trained in swordsmanship with the Knight Order in his territory for a period of time and had learned many basic combat skills, so this outcome was completely reasonable.
As an undead, Fifee, of course, did not experience human sensations like muscle fatigue, so even though his attacks were completely ineffective, his offense never stopped, which surprised the onlookers.
"Continuing like this is just a waste of time. Let me show you how a warrior truly fights!"
Lock parried Fifee's attack with a single sword stroke, then took a step forward, gripping his sword hilt with both hands.
Martial Art: Slash.
The longsword swiftly cut down, striking Fifee's chest with great force while he was in an unbalanced posture. Although it caused no damage due to his armor, it forced Fifee to involuntarily retreat.
Martial Art: Ability Boost.
Martial Art: Swift Wind Break.
In an instant, Lock once again transformed into a fierce gale, closing in on Fifee at an extremely high speed.
First, he attacked the enemy's weapon-holding right hand, his longsword sweeping upwards, striking Fifee's right elbow, forcing his arm up. Then, he slashed downwards diagonally, striking the middle of the longsword, which had an unstable grip.
Fifee's sword consequently fell to the ground.
But it wasn't over yet; the chaotic sword light revolved like wind blades, sparking off the dark armor.
Fifee blocked with his arms, passively parrying Lock's longsword, but his arms seemed to be nonexistent. The incredibly fast sword easily bypassed them every time, striking his chest, waist, and other critical areas from tricky angles.
He knew he had lost, but he didn't feel discouraged.
After all, he was a Magic Caster! If he fought using magic, he could easily kill the white-clad swordsman before him.
Lock stopped his steps and returned to his original position, his longsword shaking, stirring up a gentle breeze on the ground.
"If I had used a more powerful magic weapon just now, you would already be a bloody skeleton," Lock said with regret.
Fifee looked at his armor; the front and back of his chest were covered in dense, indented sword marks, as if he had rolled down a mountain of blades.
"Mr. Fifee!" Nabe immediately approached him, looking at him with some concern, then instantly turned to Lock, a cold killing intent on her face. "You…"
"Nabe." Fifee immediately placed a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to stand behind him, and said to Lock, "Lord Albert, this duel was lost by me, Adventurers Fifee!"
As Fifee's words fell, a chorus of boos erupted from the surroundings.
They had originally thought this dark warrior was a strong individual, but it turned out he was just for show. The AAdventurerswho had come to watch couldn't help but show expressions of disdain.
AdAdventurersere different from other professions; while high-level equipment was sometimes important, it wasn't the entirety of their strength.
Relying solely on items without corresponding strength would earn one contempt.
Because it was a complete insult to those AdvAdventurerso couldn't afford high-level items. A portion of strong AdveAdventurersthe same rank weren't inferior in ability to higher-ranked individuals, nor was it a matter of team cohesion; it was simply because they lacked the financial resources to acquire high-level equipment, thus delaying their promotion tasks.
Such people looked at Fifee with even greater contempt, thinking, 'Europeans, eat my salted fish thrust!'
Well, that was probably the psychology.
"Although your foundation is a bit weak, with such excellent physical abilities, you will one day become a powerful warrior," Lock said, not being overbearing, but encouraging him in the tone of a senior. "Work hard, I'll be waiting for the day you stand before me again."
"Thank you very much." Fifee nodded to Lock in acknowledgment, then asked him, "Your ability surged greatly in an instant just now. I would like to ask, was that the power of martial arts?"
"That's right." Lock nodded and said, "Although every warrior has the potential to master martial arts, they also need to learn relevant skills based on their fighting style. After all, human energy is limited, so careful consideration is needed when choosing martial arts. The enhanced martial arts I just activated, Ability Boost and Swift Wind Break, can greatly strengthen one's attributes and speed. For warriors who focus on agility, these are high-level martial arts and are not so easy to learn."
"I see."
Although the amplification of martial arts couldn't compare to Yggdrasil's magic, if one could learn them, it would also be a means of increasing one's strength.
Hmm, it seems there is indeed a need to send people to investigate the principles of martial arts, and it would be best to find someone who can use martial arts to consult.
Fifee thought to himself.
When he encountered Gazef before, he had noticed this skill from another world. Fifee, who had already planned to analyze this power, had an even stronger desire to investigate after witnessing Lock's martial arts.
"Then, we part ways here."
"Yes, I apologize for wasting your time."
Lock merely smiled and said nothing more, throwing the longsword back to the young Adventurers nearby, taking the Dragon Spring Sword from Clementine's hand, and walking out of the square.
The extra diversion was over; now it was time for serious business.
"What an interesting human," Fifee said, in a good mood, watching the two walk away.
However, Nabe, who was beside him, had a solemn expression and said, "Lord Fifee, should we notify Lord Albedo to dispatch troops to subjugate this human?"
"Huh? Why?" Fifee asked, a bit confused for a moment.
"A mere human dares to bring humiliation upon a Supreme Being! He should be cut into a thousand pieces, no! Better yet, throw him into the room of the Lord of Terror and let his kin eat him bit by bit!"
"Whoa, whoa, don't say such dangerous things. I didn't feel any humiliation at all!" Fifee said helplessly, then suddenly smiled. "Besides, as I just said, this was the failure of Adventurers Fifee. What does it have to do with me, Ainz?"
"I see! The wisdom of the Supreme Being is truly admirable!"
In a tall building next to the central square, a man as fat as a ball was wiping sweat with a handkerchief. Beside him was a seemingly extremely capable middle-aged man.
"How is it? Can you tell the extent of Lock Kote Albert's strength?" Panasolei asked the middle-aged man.
This man exuded the aura of a battle-hardened stro,ng individual, clearly an excellent warrior at a glance.
E-Rantel Adventurers' Guild Master, Bolton Ainzaac!
Bolton shook his head and said, "In this battle, the Baron probably didn't use his full strength. It's impossible to determine his power level based only on what's visible on the surface."
"Not even a rough estimate?"
Bolton hesitated, a look of uncertainty on his face. "If we only analyze based on the surface, Baron Lock has at least reached the level of an Adamantite-ranked Adventurer. His physical prowess is simply too outstanding!"
"Adamantite-ranked? So, if he showed his full strength, he could reach the level of an Adamantite-ranked Adventurer?" Panasolei frowned deeply.
How astonishing!
A mere Viscount could produce two of the Kingdom's highest-ranked AdveAdventurersis was a blessing earned by burning incense for several lifetimes!
Furthermore, according to the subsequent reports from Warrior Captain Gazef, the rumors of the Starlight Witch being able to control dragons were true. No one in the Kingdom was her match anymore.
Given this, should the news about Lock secretly hiding a large and powerful Knight Order still be publicized?
It would likely cause a huge disaster for the entire Kingdom if it escalated!
Watching Lock's figure gradually disappear, Panasolei said to the messenger behind him, "Order the troops back to camp."
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