ushernet Chapter 224: 218: Loss of Temperament
Chapter 224: 218: Loss of Temperament
Chapter 224: Chapter 218: Loss of Temperament
The only one who had little to do was little Yisa, who could only straighten out her bangs and then tie her hair up again. Seeing her predicament, Lancelot walked over and whispered to her:
“Keep yourself hidden later, but I have a job for you. Kalalin will definitely panic if anyone gets close to him, so you’ll need to protect him then.”
“Yeah!” Little Yisa nodded firmly but happily, “Leave Uncle Kalalin to me to guard!”
“What?” Scholar turned his head and asked, “Did I just hear my name?”
“I was giving Little Yisa her instructions, stick close to Kalalin later. You’ve got to protect her well!”
“No problem!” Scholar puffed out his chest proudly, “Leave it to me, rest assured!”
Lancelot made a face at the little Vampire to tease him, making the latter snicker, but still conveyed a message through a mental link to Cromwell:
“If the fight breaks out and I can’t cover everything, help me look out for her.”
“Got it, boss, I know you treasure this little sister, don’t worry.”
Seeing everyone prepared, Lancelot no longer hesitated and led everyone into the hall.
After all had entered, the grand doors behind them closed automatically. Accompanied by a heavy thud, the surroundings became very quiet.
The Dark Guardian rambled incoherently, contradicting his own words from a second ago. Lancelot helplessly shook his head and drew his frostslash.
“I’ve had enough of your nonsense, draw your sword, let me help you free yourself from this madness.”
“Ah, battle, I hate battle. Why must people always force me into battle? If I were just a farmer who could only wield a pitchfork, would I have met with such misfortune?” The Fallen Paladin wailed while sitting on the ground, but immediately jumped up and roared, “The master has that treasure! You intend to harm the master! Protect the master, I must kill you!”
Enrique drew the great sword in front of him with his right hand and began charging at Lancelot. But his mutated giant hand disrupted his balance, making him run clumsily, full of openings.
Facing the ferocious strike of the Dark Guardian, Lancelot stood firm, not dodging nor evading. He steadied his body, held the sword with both hands, circulated his Innate True Qi, and launched the Qingyuan Sword Technique mercilessly.
With a loud ‘clang,’ the Dark Guardian’s great sword was knocked flying high into the air, while Lancelot’s Frostslash only slightly recoiled backward. The disadvantage was clear as the opponent wielded his sword with one hand. Lancelot was about to press his advantage, but a sudden sense of alarm arose in his heart, and he instinctively rolled to the side.
Enrique’s mutated giant fist slammed down where Lancelot had just been standing, creating a web of cracks on the ground. The force of that strike was far greater than he had anticipated; had it hit, he would have likely suffered death or serious injury.
“Ahh!!! Don’t dodge, let me crush you!!”
The Dark Guardian let out a roar and stabbed his sword towards the Human Knight’s skull. Lancelot slight tilted his head and dodged, but the subsequent swing of the giant arm forced him to keep retreating, missing the chance to counterattack.
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