The sprint began, and forty-eight horses charged toward Gray at once. Gray, scared out of his wits, flailed around in a panic.
However, just when everyone thought he would lose for sure, unexpectedly, the Bone Horse let out an earth-shattering neigh and began to move!
It did not choose to dodge but charged straight ahead.
Gray quickly cooperated by silently chanting a spell.
*For a moment, Huoersi, who was well-versed in horse combat, felt his heart stop. He knew that this kind of attack was undoubtedly suicidal.*
However, a miracle happened once again, one that exceeded everyone's understanding!
"Quadruple Might Technique! Quadruple Shield Technique! Stack!"
In front of everyone's eyes, the lance of the leading knight accurately stabbed the neck of the Bone Horse. However, a barely perceptible ripple spread at the point of contact. The lance snapped as if it had hit a metal statue, without even a moment's delay in Gray's speed.
No, it was harder than a metal statue. Such a charge would at least leave scratches on metal, but on the Bone Horse's armor, there wasn't even a scratch.
This was a third-tier stacking magic that no human on the entire continent could perform...
*Gray knew over a thousand types of magic, more than all known human spells. Although he wasn't proficient in most of them, especially some offensive and flight magic rarely used in the underworld, this obviously didn't include those self-enhancing spells useful for escaping. During the year he was hunted by Bruto, he used these spells almost constantly, reaching an inconceivable level of proficiency.*
*Magic that was only good for escaping from the terrifying Lich who had lived for tens of thousands of years was more than enough to deal with humans of flesh and blood.*
Of course, the most critical part was that the Lich finally returned to his intended support role, and the real protagonist of this match—the Bone Horse—made its entrance!
Everyone watched in stunned awe as the Bone Horse, like a Heavenly God descended, kicked sideways, hoofed backward, and even bit, like a lion among sheep.
How terrifying could a Bone Horse with a Triple Might Technique, Triple Armor Technique, combined with the initial Triple Gale Technique be?
Forty-eight knights were utterly overpowered! As for the countless attacks that landed on it, it was as if they didn't exist at all—not even a scratch!
"No more! I surrender!" One knight threw away his weapon and fled.
"This is a monster! I surrender!" Another knight dismounted and left the arena.
*The confidence built from their numbers crumbled like dried leaves,* and soon, there was only Gray left in the center of the arena, standing alone on the Bone Horse.
The silver-white, symbolizing luck, moon witnessed this miraculous scene.
The whole world was silent except for the sound of the wind.
Everyone held their breath, watching Gray, while Gray watched Yilin, and Yilin watched him.
Under everyone's gaze, Yilin lifted her skirt slightly and walked down from the high platform, entering the center of the arena. She bent down and picked up the long sword Gray had dropped at the beginning, and presented it to him with both hands.
*If it weren't for the whole process resembling a farcical comedy, this would probably be a legendary scene. But no matter what, Gray won, didn't he? He won an impossible battle with incredible strength. No matter how well the script in the theater was written, it was ultimately not as good as seeing it firsthand.*
Just when everyone fell into silence, waiting for the hero to deliver some classic lines to push the atmosphere to a climax, Gray took the long sword, adjusted his crooked helmet, and asked Yilin softly, "Um... I counted; there were exactly fifty of them. Can I get the knight title now?"
The next moment, cheers erupted across the plaza.
Well, maybe people just wanted to cheer and didn't really care about what Gray said.