Chapter 20: Chapter 16: Werewolf

Crack!

Losa was on the ground, his hands forcibly gripping the blade that Abelardo had thrust down.

The plates of the chain armor gloves wedged the blade of Losa’s Armed Sword between them, preventing it from advancing.

“Well, very good, you’ve successfully angered me!”

The spectators in the stands thought the tide was about to turn and Losa was going to reverse the situation and win.

Abelardo suddenly exerted force, his muscles inflated, becoming as hard as granite, forcibly throwing Losa who was riding on him off.

He immediately got up, wanting to retrieve his Half Sword stuck in the mud.

But there was no way Losa would give him the chance; his strong physical strength allowed him to quickly get up from the ground and tackle Abelardo to the side.

His hands gripped the hilt and the tip of the Armed Sword, aiming to stab through the gap in Abelardo’s Barrel Helmet.

But Abelardo’s actions were faster; he guarded his chest with his arms, resisted the sword, then twisted his hands, forcibly breaking Losa’s blade into two pieces.

“Get away from me!”

He roared with furious intensity.

Boom—

Losa was kicked away by Abelardo once again.

Both of them were now left empty-handed.

The breathing under the Barrel Helmet was labored, like a bellows.

Losa noticed that Abelardo’s height had increased since before.

The initially loose cloak was now bulging tight; though he was slightly hunched, he still appeared like a small giant.

“What on earth are you?”

Losa’s tone was somewhat solemn.

Abelardo sneered, “Take a guess.”

The commotion from the outside world prevented the conversation on the field from being heard by others.

Losa did not raise his arm and attempt to reveal Abelardo’s true identity; he had only caught a glimpse earlier and couldn’t be sure exactly what kind of monster Abelardo was.

Even if he was completely certain that Abelardo was no ordinary human, without evidence, he couldn’t deal with Abelardo, and it only made him look like a clown.

Moreover, with the chaos on the field, even if he shouted, others wouldn’t be able to hear clearly.

“What if I surrender?”

Abelardo laughed quietly, “It’s already too late. You won’t have the chance; if you dare to raise your hand to make a move, I will kill you immediately!”

Raising a hand to signal surrender.

Under normal circumstances, this would be a simple action.

But when facing a foe like Abelardo, it was no different from exposing a vulnerability; at that moment, if Abelardo were to kill him, he could brush it off as a reflex, an unconscious reaction.

In the arena, life and death are dictated by fate, and no one will blame him for it.

“That’s really bad.”

Losa’s words were perfunctory, but the next moment, his body suddenly relaxed like a taut bowstring, directly rushing towards the Half Sword Abelardo had just lost.

“That cunning little brat.”

Abelardo cursed silently in his heart, lunging out, his heavy iron armor not affecting his agility at all.

Just as Losa was about to grip the hilt of the Half Sword, Abelardo grabbed his calf, pulling him to the ground with a stagger.

As Losa fell, Abelardo raised his fist and fiercely slammed it into Losa’s leg, causing intense pain to consume Losa’s mind entirely.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly holding back the urge to scream.

In one swift motion, he kicked the top of his opponent’s head, pushing him away, while successfully grabbing the Half Sword as well, though Abelardo seemed completely unfazed.

Standing opposite Losa, his tone was taunting: “With one leg crippled, how will you fight me?”

“Haha.”

Losa displayed a trace of a bitter smile.

He used the Half Sword to support the leg with the fracture.

Then he looked towards Prajna outside the arena.

“This time, my life is tied to yours, Prajna.”

He murmured silently.

If he had known Abelardo possessed such terrifying strength, he wouldn’t have fought on stubbornly from the start.

After all, it’s just a Champion Knight title and some money… He had no intention of becoming a vassal under Count Leopold.

As Abelardo assumed Losa was lost in thought and planned to circle behind him for an attack.

Prajna, watching from outside the fence, her expression seemed covered in frost, prompting those around her to instinctively step away, clearing a dozen meters of space.

A system notification sounded in Losa’s ear like heavenly music.

Your intimacy with Legendary Level retainer Prajna has increased to Friendliness.

Unlocked the first bond-sharing talent: Solid Stone (For the next three seconds, you are immune to all physical damage.)

You will share one of your talents with the retainer: Prajna.

Since you have only one talent, it will default to: Two Lives as a Human (With two fused souls, you naturally possess double the spiritual power of an average person, spiritual power max +5 permanently).

Losa paid no more attention to the system notification and decisively chose to activate the “Solid Stone” talent.

Abelardo’s heavy punch landed on Losa, yet it did not bring him any pain; he simply staggered from the force but steadied himself once more.

“Fall down for me!”

Knight Abelardo lunged forward, striking the Half Sword from his hand far away, and pinned Losa to the ground.

Bang bang bang——

The sound of iron fists pounding on his body was incessant.

Losa seemed to have completely lost the ability to resist, allowing Abelardo’s powerful iron fists to keep hitting him over and over.

On the viewing platform, some aristocratic ladies showed flushed and excited expressions, but more quickly covered their faces, displaying a look of unwillingness.

“Abelardo is indeed very strong, but I wonder if he also has such prowess in bed?”

“That Knight named Losa is quite capable too, but unfortunately, Abelardo is stronger.”

“Heavenly Father above, it’s too cruel. Who would have thought the gentlemanly Knight Abelardo could be so brutal on the battlefield.”

Suddenly, Abelardo’s body stiffened.

It was seen that Losa had a broken sword tip in his hand, which he thrust from behind into the chain armor neck guard that had been pulled thin due to Abelardo’s lowered head.

“Oh my god, what has he done?”

“It’s the sword tip of his Armed Sword. When did he hold it in his hand?”

“This is dishonorable behavior. He actually used deception to kill Abelardo!”

The people on the viewing platform began to clamor.

Thud.

Losa flipped the heavy man off him onto the ground.

He could feel Abelardo’s once swelling body deflate rapidly, like a punctured balloon.

“Hehehe…”

A terrifying laugh that made the scalp tingle sounded.

Dark black blood foamed out from the gap in Abelardo’s helmet.

Abelardo’s weak voice intermittently sounded: “So, damn you, you’re not human either. Just you wait, sooner or later, you’ll be like me.”

“Heavenly Father will not favor people like us.”

Losa ignored the sounds of debate ringing in his ears.

He looked over at Prajna in the distance, the eyes above her veil remained as cold as the moon.

As if she had never worried about his safety from beginning to end.

Crack—

Losa lifted the visor under Abelardo’s helmet, revealing a head covered in gray fur, like the head of an Evil Wolf.

The commotion on the viewing platform came to a halt.

Followed by even noisier discussions.

“My God, is that Abelardo… is that Abelardo?”

“Heavenly Father above, what did I just see? Abelardo’s head is actually a wolf’s head!”

“Turns out Abelardo is actually an evil Werewolf, and none of us spotted it. No wonder his physical strength was so plentiful!”

“This Losa, he actually killed a Werewolf, a legendary Demon!”

Count Leopold looked at the Witch Consultant beside him, his expression full of doubt and confusion.

The red-robed Witch smiled and said: “Abelardo is indeed a Werewolf, but the blood aura on him is not dense, nor is he haunted by vengeful spirits, proving he is not indiscriminately murderous.”

Leopold somewhat angrily said: “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

The smile on the red-robed Witch’s face remained: “Why should I tell you? Recruiting a powerful Werewolf as a subordinate, what harm does it do to you?”

Leopold fell into silence.

No one noticed this brief conversation.

At this moment, the terrifying noise at the arena was about to overturn the heavens.

Meanwhile, their focus of discussion, Losa, suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, having exhausted all his Physical Strength in the fierce battle with Abelardo.

…

Evening.

In the bathhouse in Lienz.

Losa allowed his body to float on the water, recovering quickly, his Physical Strength over ten was far beyond ordinary people.

Most of the bruises on his body had faded away.

Even the most severe bruise on his calf was not so noticeable now.

Thankfully, he was wearing Chain Armor Leggings on his calves too, if he were one of those poverty-stricken knights with tied leggings, the bones might have directly broken.

This bathhouse was said to be a modification left from the Ancient Empire Era, appearing extremely spacious and grand.

Fragrances burnt beside, with maids waiting respectfully, their graceful figures hazy behind gauze, ready for his enjoyment anytime.

Here once belonged to the Noricum Province of the Ancient Empire.

Though the Empire has perished, people still hold yearning and longing for the country buried in the ruins of history.

To this day, the Eastern Empire remains the light of civilization.

Successive Lords of Lienz preserved and maintained this bathhouse.

Sadly, it had turned from a public bath pool into the Lord’s private possession.

The habit of not bathing Medieval people started after the Black Death ravaged, because some Priests believed that bathing would open up pores and make them more vulnerable to viruses.

Before this, Medieval people loved bathhouses, which combined socializing and leisure.

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