Chapter 48: Your Holy Knight?

"They say time flies, time drags; at least when playing games, a day passes unnoticed."

"They say it's slow, yet it's also fast; that graduation year feels like yesterday, and my parents' hair was still black and glossy just a few days ago..........."

"Hey, Bai Xiaoxia, just watch it yourself; why read it aloud? This sentiment makes me really embarrassed."

"Ah, it's not that I'm afraid you'll be bored—I'm just showing off a talent. If you don't like it, I won't read it… You're so fierce; no man will want you for a blind date."

After Qin Zhao's scolding, Bai Xiaoxia casually shoved the quotation‑book in her hand to the side.

Qin Zhao helplessly asked, "Do you think I need to go on a blind date?"

"What chaotic nonsense is running through that little brain of yours?"

"Prepare properly, then give it your all later!"

"Okay." Bai Xiaoxia nodded, her gaze falling on the venue ahead.

Indeed, today was the day they would face America.

According to intelligence,

America said that for fairness this time they would only send four people.

Three of them were already known from prior data; the fourth was a black man America thought was well hidden, but they had actually learned of him earlier.

He is the guy with the First‑Sequence Authority, giving America confidence and directly reducing their numbers to match Yu Lin's side.

What bad luck.

Yu Lin studied a bit and discovered that he has a heavenly counter against it.

This America is about to cry.

Whatever the etching, whatever the rule, go discuss it with his Miracle!

It sounds like a Western ability—can it surpass his Jesus Blessing?

Moreover, Cheng Chang'an's death.

When a squad leader died, the Civil Affairs Bureau naturally investigated, and the investigation led to Yu Lin, who had quarreled with him that day.

But those in the know understand that now everyone regards Yu Lin as possessing the Heavenly Fate Authority.

Cheng Chang'an courted trouble; his death was in vain.

One could say.

Now, in the eyes of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Yu Lin's importance is not less than the national server's number one.

Now America says it will dispatch forces to wipe out Yu Lin, and Xia Guo will truly fight them desperately.

Even yesterday, during this friendly exchange.

Zhang Jiangping sent Yu Lin a spatial ring almost identical to the original, allowing arbitrary teleport distance, usable at least four times.

If the original spatial ring still needed to be produced, it would also be an important strategic resource; Yu Lin thinks they might really give it to him.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

With Jesus Blessing and a Dragon Lord within, he fears nothing.

Yu Lin is already eager to try out the myth of Living Buddha Ji Gong, but unfortunately it still requires some time.

Now.

First go beat that guy called Ai Li Xi for Ning Ya, then make the others' Dao hearts collapse!

After a moment.

Vehicles entered the Civil Affairs Bureau's dedicated combat arena.

Today many high‑profile figures arrived, even.

Xia Guo's national server number one and America's American server number one both showed up.

The two are shaking hands, each smiling, appearing amicable, but their tense necks and slightly flushed faces tell Yu Lin—

they have each dealt a lethal strike to the other.

Only when the two saw Yu Lin's party enter did they release their grip, giving a barely perceptible shake to ease the pain.

The national server's number one smiled, nodded, and saluted Yu Lin's group, but when the American server's number one turned his head toward his own prodigy, he mouthed a:

"Take them down, go!"

Yu Lin: "..........."

It seems in some respects they aren't different from ordinary people.

Looking forward.

America's squad of four: two whites, one black, and one person of yellow complexion.

Leading them is a burly white man, blond hair, blue eyes, muscular, wearing a tight tactical suit, with a SilverCross hanging on his chest.

He folds his arms, eyes sharp as a hawk's, a faint cold smile at the corner of his mouth, as if nothing can catch his interest; even when he sees Yu Lin watching, he gestures a throat‑wiping motion toward Yu Lin.

Rui Mu Lu, Awakening Third Sequence No. 08 — Holy Knight, can summon the phantom of a historic Holy Knight to empower himself.

Yu Lin decided to beat him up later first.

Beside him stood a tall white woman with fiery red hair, the Ai Li Xi that Ning Ya wants him to beat.

Between her slender fingers she toys with a silver coin, flipping it deftly, occasionally flashing a dazzling light.

Awakening Third Sequence No. 11 — Fire Command.

On the right side of the team is an Asian‑faced man, black hair and eyes, a stern visage, his gaze at Yu Lin's group like that of a predator.

Indian, Bruce.

He hasn't awakened the Heavenly Authority, but it's said he underwent America's human modification, sacrificing his future, yet now possesses perfected Lianxing power, even able to clash head‑on with early‑stage unbroken opponents!

The most eye‑catching is the black man at the rear — Ai Ludi Ke.

He is shirtless, exposing chest hair on his torso; seeing Yu Lin's group look at him, he sticks out his tongue at them, points a finger at his own crotch...........

"Damn black devil, like pointing, huh? Wait, I'm going to cripple his downstairs!"

Qin Zhao gritted his teeth, his fist clenched.

"Qin sis, calm down, calm down, he's deliberately provoking............."

"Hey, that skinny little brother over there, Eirudik asks if you have time after this is over. He wants to buy you a drink, preferably spend an evening together!"

"Fuck your mother, damn black devil, I'm going to fight you!"

Bai Xiaoxia erupted in anger, about to rush forward, but was Ra'd by Yu Lin's arm:

"Don't rush, you'll get a chance to act later."

"There's still twenty minutes before the match starts."

"Fine." Bai Xiaoxia was actually just putting on a show, making the other side think he truly let anger break his reason.

Do they really think he's stupid?

You think I'm on the first floor, but I'm actually standing on the ceiling!

Patiently wait for the servers above to give their speeches.

As a standard female announcer's voice rang out: "Both contestants, please come up on stage!"

"The match is about to begin!"

As the broadcast faded.

Yu Lin and three others stepped forward, while the opposing America squad also took the stage. Both sides faced each other at the center of the arena, as if invisible sparks crackled in the air.

"Friendship first, competition second!"

"The friendship between the two nations is paramount!"

"Match, begin!"

The moment the words fell!

"Descend! Holy Knight!"

Boom—

Rimuru suddenly erupted with dazzling Holy Light, and a silver-armored Knight illusion descended from the sky, merging with his form.

His eyes turned pure white, his muscles swelled again, his battle boots shattered the ground, and he charged at Yu Lin like a cannonball!

"Xia Guo's waste!" he sneered in his heart:

"This punch will blast your skull!"

The fist wind tore the air, Holy Light coalesced into a blazing white fist aura.

Qin Zhao and the other two had no intention to act, and even stepped back a few paces.

Because Yu Lin had recently taken pills, he directly entered the later stage of the refining form, surpassing ZhouYi.

Of course, this was only a display for them; in reality he is perfect!

"Are you scared stiff?"

Rimuru seemed to already see the scene of Yu Lin's head exploding: "What 'friendship first'? Go see a ghost!"

But.

Just as the fist was three inches from Yu Lin's brow—

Buzz!

The Holy Knight illusion suddenly detached from his body, the silver armor clanged.

The towering Knight grasped Rimuru's wrist with one hand, and pressed his shoulder with the other.

"Crack!" a crisp sound rang, Rimuru's knee smashed the arena stone slab!

"No... this can't be! fuck! fuck!"

"What are you doing? You are the Holy Knight I summoned!"

"You must not kneel to him! Let go of me!"

Rimuru's eyes bulged, watching his summoned Holy Knight kneel on one knee, pressing his forehead against Yu Lin's fingertip.

The silver-armored Knight's gesture was like the most devout servant, while Yu Lin merely lowered his gaze and smiled faintly.

The whole venue fell deathly silent.

Rimuru collapsed.

He gave up before the fight even started!

What the hell, what are we playing? How to play?

At this moment, Yu Lin spoke:

"Take him down, give him a beating."

"Yes, my master."

The Holy Knight immediately rose, grabbed Rimuru and walked off the arena, rendering any resistance useless!

A wail sounded the next moment.

The America squad dramatically lost a member!

I'm spent, good night, my darlings.