Chapter 242: Torrential Rain

"Clang!"

The straight, slender, and sharp sword blade collided violently with the heavy longsword wrapped in silver-white all over.

There were no dazzling sparks that should have splashed out; what echoed in the air was an incomparably crisp, even somewhat ear-piercing sharp sound.

The type of weapon might represent the personality and combat style of its user.

But at this moment, when the sharpness and quality of each other were on par, and they were rubbing against each other.

The only thing that could influence the scales of victory was the most pure strength of the user.

Hum—

Somewhat unexpected.

The broadsword, which looked powerful and heavy, with a blade thicker than an adult's arm.

Facing the thin sword on the blade, which was thick at the bottom and thin at the top, as slender as an insect's poisonous stinger, and seemed as if it would break with just a light touch.

It seemed to have fallen into a disadvantage.

The silver-white liquid that was originally flowing steadily on the surface of the heavy sword stirred up layers of unnatural ripples during the collision and wrestling.

Along with the hands that were also wrapped in flowing silver, they trembled violently.

"Damn it!"

His golden medium-long hair was soaked with sweat, messily sticking to his cheeks.

On Cornell's handsome face, only the hideousness caused by excessive force remained.

"Can't go on like this!"

The combat training he had undergone in the family since childhood allowed him to remain calm at critical moments, even if his actual combat experience was far inferior to the opponent in front of him.

Under the Morton family's cultivation system, the special profession named 【Silver-Plated Knight】 consumed a large amount of special metals and silver during the growth process, but after taking the job, it provided him with defensive capabilities far exceeding ordinary warriors, and even gained some elemental damage, allowing him to deal effective blows even when facing some intangible undead creatures.

But after all, it was just a niche basic profession.

While gaining outstanding defensive power, what was sacrificed was his own physical strength and action rate.

Even if his professional level had reached level 5, he was confident that he could easily solve most adventurers of the same level who came from wild backgrounds.

Facing Laosen, who had a comprehensive professional level of 6, had made up for the shortcomings of the 【Warrior】 profession with 【Veteran Blood-Seeker】, was comprehensive, had many years of adventurer and guard experience, and had extremely rich combat experience, he could only fall into a disadvantage.

The exchange in Ronglin Town just now even gave him the illusion that the other party was nothing more than this.

And when Cornell was lured step by step to the open space outside the town, and the other party's wandering and retreating combat style suddenly became aggressive and full of attack,

He truly realized the disparity in strength between the two sides.

The cramped environment under the dense buildings in the town, and the interference and encirclement of his knights, might have been able to narrow the distance between the two to a certain extent.

But right now, when he truly needed to fight one-on-one with this gloomy middle-aged man.

That one level higher, which represented one more master-level combat technique, and the physical fitness enhancement that followed.

Was then vividly reflected in the battle.

"Haaah!"

His teeth were about to be crushed, his muscles expanded to lift the metal armor on his arms, his mind connected to the sword blade, and those liquid metals seemed to have their own will at this moment.

In the dense and violent ripples, they turned into tiny protrusions.

Sensing the danger contained within.

The sword blade that had been pressed toward his neck during the wrestling suddenly paused and retracted violently!

The next second, the tiny protrusions condensed on the surface of the longsword turned into sharp silver thorns, shooting out like rain.

But they only scattered into the air, leaving countless tiny and deep holes on the ground.

Laosen held his strangely shaped, bee-stinger-like thin sword in his hand, standing on the open ground ten meters away.

A few holes with residual silver-white liquid could be vaguely seen at the corner of his clothes, but only a few bleeding light wounds were left on his body.

His state was intact.

And at the other end of the field, Cornell, who had forced him back with the silver spikes like falling rain just now, was already panting, clearly having consumed a lot.

"Heard from those little guys just now, you're the family's Knight Commander?"

His gaze swept cautiously over the silver-white flowing on the surface of the sword blade in the other party's hand and the bulging small bag at his waist, secretly recovering his strength, Laosen said in a mocking tone.

"The old thing in the Morton family really doesn't have any level, relying on his background to sit in that position."

"I worked in his castle for five whole years, didn't even give me a small team leader position, yet a piece of goods like you actually mixed into a Knight Commander."

"Hey." He used an unusually deliberate and obvious gaze to size up the young man's facial features and golden medium-long hair, his face full of teasing.

"You wouldn't be that old thing's illegitimate child, would you?"

Cornell panted and did not reply.

This was naturally not because he was indifferent to Laosen's sarcasm; at less than thirty years old, he was far from having such a stable state of mind that was not disturbed by the outside world.

He was just aware of the other party's purpose of enraging him, and deliberately endured it.

The emotions surging in his heart due to the insult to family honor and bloodline had already made his eyes turn red.

The silver-white under his arms and neck spread rapidly, almost connecting together on his chest.

"Laosen, do you know why Duke Morton is unwilling to reuse you?"

His voice trembled slightly, but a subtle sneer could not help but hang on Cornell's face.

He stared closely at the middle-aged man's face, as if he wanted to imprint the other party's subsequent facial changes firmly in his mind.

"More than a year ago, when I received the mission to come to Pan Yun Province to monitor you, Duke Morton happened to mention it to me."

"Oh, he was feeding the dog at the time, 'Old Gray-Mane,' you know it, that old dog whose tail hair is almost gone and can't even walk."

"Duke Morton told me that you are just like it, no matter how many bone scraps are fed, the heart cannot be warmed, and only the appetite and guts will be fed bigger and bigger."

"A master-biting wild dog like you, who looks like you have some ability but is actually unusable, only deserves to pick up bones for the Morton family outside the castle for a lifetime."

Laosen broke.

Years of doubts were finally answered, and the loyalty he had once offered to the family was so ridiculous at this moment.

As if poked in the pain he had buried deep in his heart, that face accumulating gloom and anger became incomparably hideous.

"You, deserve to die!" The hoarse, cold voice filled with killing intent seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

The gloomy figure standing in place disappeared in an instant.

Replacing it was the noise of sharp objects tearing through the air.

And at the same time, a strange smile of a plan succeeding suddenly appeared on Cornell's face.

In the dark, having already taken advantage of the two fighting, the flowing silver-white that had seeped into the ground from behind his body and the other party's blind spot, and had been laid out, suddenly took effect.

The companion combat technique "Lock Silver Prison" from when 【Silver-Plated Knight】 reached level 5 was activated in an instant.

The viscous silver-white liquid erupted from the depths of the soil, gushing out like a spring, turning into dense and flexible chains, intertwining with each other.

Like a birdcage rising from the ground, predicting and enveloping the figure moving at high speed within it. ===== CHAPTER 243 =====