kingnovel Chapter 503: She woke up from her illness, the genius is still herself
Chapter 503: She woke up from her illness, the genius is still herself
People noticed that the girl representing Angel Russell seemed to be suddenly showing signs of decline.
There was a tear in her breastplate, revealing the blood-soaked linen shirt underneath. A deep wound on her leg that could be seen to the bone made her steps no longer light and she no longer had the agility and sharpness she had at the beginning.
Knight Metternich had clearly been at a disadvantage, his opponent finding several opportunities to hit his weak spots. His breathing was now as heavy as a blacksmith's bellows, and blood oozed from the punctured areas of his mail, dripping down the edges of his armor and leaving small, dark red pits on the wooden boards. Yet, he still held the broadsword tightly, glinting fiercely in the sunlight.
But on the other side, the blonde girl seemed to be covered in blood in the blink of an eye. She stood there trembling, holding the sword. The blood plasma came out from nowhere and flowed out through the gaps in the silver armor. If this duel had not been in front of millions of people, they would really suspect whether the other party had cast a curse on her.
The sun was gradually rising above the sky. The sunny day after the rain was even hotter than usual. The morning rain had evaporated into the air, and combined with the throngs of people, the entire central square resembled a giant open-air sauna. While the nobles still had ice wine to cool down, the ordinary people jostling for position were already sweating profusely. Not to mention the two unfortunate individuals in full armor.
Large patches of black spots appeared in front of Lilith's eyes. Her sluggish brain could not judge what was happening on Lyriel's side. Staying awake was a huge challenge for her at the moment, but it was obvious that the enemy did not give her the patience to alleviate the emergency.
The Knight Metternich certainly noticed that something was wrong with Lilith, but he didn't hesitate for a moment and rushed towards Lilith again in an attempt to end the duel, because he saw His Majesty the King stand up again, as if he had had enough fun and wanted to go back - that's right, it was almost time for His Majesty to take the medicine.
"sulfuric acid--"
When the enemy attacked, Lilith instinctively raised her sword to block. At the moment when sparks exploded on the intersecting sword edges, Metternich's wrist bones suddenly pressed down, and the edge of the fine steel blade bit into the gap of the elbow joint, making a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound as it rubbed against the corners of the armor.
She couldn't help but let out a low groan, but she was not willing to give in. She stabbed the sword into the enemy's ribs with all her strength. However, Metternich seemed to be unaware of it. He didn't dodge or evade. Hot breaths gushed out from his visor. The hilt of the broadsword spun cruelly half a circle in his palm. Lilith could clearly hear the sound of her bones crackling. The pain almost made her teeth break.
But Metternich did not release the force after rotating the hilt of the sword. He pressed forward against the edge of Lilith's sword, regardless of the danger of being stabbed through, and suddenly hung Lilith's arm backward at a strange angle. She suddenly realized in pain that this madman was going to chop her arm like firewood!
Wishful thinking! — Lilith's chaotic mind was awakened by the severe pain.
She loosened her grip on the hilt with both hands, reached back to grab her bleeding elbow, her fingers cutting into the blood groove of the blade, and tried to release the force backwards to save her arm, but was thrown to the ground by the opponent's great force, making a loud "bang" sound.
Fortunately it was her - Lilith thought as she fell to the ground: If it was Leila, the sword would not have pierced the elbow joint, but the neck, right?
"I've said it before, there's no need to add to the pain."
The broadsword nailed Lilith to the floor. Metternich usually didn't talk much, but seeing the other party's face that refused to show fear, he seemed to be unable to control himself. This time the enemy was different from those who would make funny faces before dying. Realizing this made Metternich feel annoyed!
Lilith's face turned pale due to severe pain and blood loss, but her eyes gradually regained clarity in the pain.
"Two-headed snake venom."
Metternich paused when he heard the man lying on the ground suddenly speak.
"-Have you ever been squeezed? I've been squeezed a lot." Lilith was still holding the opponent's sword, breathing heavily, and the unpleasant stench, like the stench of brass that had been corroded for many years, lingered at the tip of her nose.
"..." The man in the white armor fell silent. He stepped on Lilith's shoulder and suddenly pulled out his sword.
"I respect every opponent." Lilith gritted her teeth and refused to cry out in pain. She glanced at the cold steel still piercing her opponent, "Unless..."
When the other party raised her broadsword with both hands, trying to silence her forever, Lilith kicked the other party hard in the crotch.
"—a cheater."
"oh----!"
As Metternich bent down uncontrollably, the crowd let out a cry of sympathy and then unconsciously put their legs together in unison.
Queen Tserwini in the stands burst into laughter when she saw this, along with a noble lady next to her. This sudden and unconventional kick was like a sudden prank in a court clown's performance, which made the beautiful queen laugh until she cried.
"What's her name? I really like this little girl more and more." Queen Zilvini still couldn't remember Lilith's name, but that didn't stop her from taunting the king. "Perhaps she should be rewarded a little more."
Lilith in the field didn't care about all this and had already climbed up when the opponent's legs twisted and closed together.
—Kick in the crotch, kick in the crotch really works! And then what happened? Lilith yanked her sword out of the opponent's body, and blood splattered directly into the face of the audience closest to the duel stage, frightening the crowd and retreating screaming, no longer daring to get too close to the arena.
"Kick in the crotch, chokehold...cut the neck."
Lilith muttered to herself, and when the opponent stumbled, she pounced on him like a monkey and jumped directly onto his back. This Metternich was really armed to the teeth. There was even a piece of soft armor covering the junction between the helmet and the body armor, which hindered Lilith from finding the neck according to Teacher Phoebe's instructions. So she simply pulled off the opponent's helmet!
Knight Metternich put up his most intense struggle of the day. The girl on his back was like a lingering ghost, refusing to give up until his helmet was ripped off. For the first time, the cheers in the arena swung towards Lilith.
"Take it off! Take it off!" They also wanted to know what this noble and mysterious Knight Metternich looked like.
And Lilith did not disappoint them. Even when the tall Metternich fell backwards with Lilith on his back to the floor with a deafening noise, she still refused to let go. The knight duel supervised by the king turned into a chaotic melee. In the end, the lock of the knight's helmet with small golden wings was broken by Lilith. She grasped the gap of the helmet, stepped on Metternich's shoulders and pulled it off with force like pulling a carrot, even making a funny "pop" sound.
The two finally separated because of this.
"Oh————" The exclamations from outside the venue merged into overlapping echoes, like exaggerated chants in a theater.
Metternich tried to cover his face in panic, but it was too late. Lilith threw the helmet off the duel stage. The ladies who wanted to catch it excitedly at first, when they saw Metternich's face clearly, they screamed and threw the helmet to the ground.
"...No wonder they called you that." Lilith picked up the sword.
"..."
"——White Ghost."
The man in the armor was extremely young, seemingly only a few years older than Lilith. However, his hair was even silverier than King Bishop's. No, it was completely white. Not only his hair, but also his eyebrows and eyelashes were white.
It turned out to be an albino.
Lilith immediately realized why he was fully armed and refused to show a single piece of skin. In this era, someone with such a different appearance from ordinary people would be automatically classified as a heretic. He was probably able to survive only because of his noble status.
"Oh... is this the kind of 'effort' you rely on to become a new noble beside the king?"
After a brief moment of surprise, Lilith looked at the other person's face and smiled heartily. She wasn't mocking his flaws. To her, albinism was nothing special. It was just that—startlingly awake from his dying state, the genius was still her own! Humph, she had thought he was some incredible master, causing her to repeatedly doubt her life during the duel, but it turned out to be a drug-addled cheat.
"--How many potential potions have you taken?" The ordinary people watching couldn't tell what was going on with him, but Lilith knew it clearly.
Metternich's face, which should have been pitch white, had now turned completely crimson purple. It was no exaggeration to say that it looked like a large purple potato with white hair growing on it.
That was because the toxin in the potion had already taken effect. He looked like he wouldn't live long even if he won the duel today. If those teachers who didn't support her cheating were present today, who knows what expressions they would have when they saw the face of the guy opposite them.
Metternich could feel his face burning as he saw Lilith's eyes shift from surprise to pity—as if his disability were a wonderful play, and she was the first audience. The blood in his veins boiled, rushing through every inch of his skin, as if it was about to burst through this shameful shell.
"Ah——!" He let out a huge roar, raised his sword and rushed towards Lilith!