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His sword moved fast, aiming directly at Alan's chest.
Clang!
Alan easily caught the blade with his bare hand, his palm wrapped in an icy blue haze.
It was the Frost King Aura.
The sword stopped completely in his grip.
The 29th Red Knight's eyes widened.
Alan squeezed slightly, and frost spread along the knight's blade.
Alan had already decided on something.
He would fight the Red Knights using only his Frostlight Orc King Transformation and Frost King Aura.
Those two alone were enough.
The Frostlight Orc King form increased his ice damage, and the aura strengthened his body and control over frost, while it can also be used a different forms of weapon.
He also wanted to save his magic and stronger skills for Mercedes, because she was the only one here he wasn't fully confident about.
So he would finish the others with pure physical combat ability.
The 29th Red Knight tried to pull his sword back.
But Alan suddenly stepped forward.
His fist moved.
Boom!
The punch struck the knight's chest like a hammer.
The man was thrown backward and rolled across the ground before stopping.
He couldn't stand up again.
Alan shook the frost off his hand and looked forward.
"Next."
The 28th Red Knight stepped forward.
This one was faster.
He immediately rushed Alan with two short swords.
His attacks were quick and precise.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
But Alan simply moved slightly.
Each strike passed beside him.
Then Alan raised his hand and struck the knight's wrist.
Crack!
The sword fell.
Before the knight could react, Alan grabbed his armor and threw him to the ground.
Thud!
"Next."
The 27th Red Knight came.
Then the 26th.
Then the 25th.
Each fight ended quickly.
Some lasted three moves.
Some lasted one.
Alan used simple punches, grabs, and short sword strikes.
Every time, a Red Knight fell.
The watching knights became quieter and quieter.
By the time the 20th Red Knight stepped forward, the mood had completely changed.
No one was laughing anymore.
They were watching seriously now.
But it didn't change the result.
The 20th knight attacked with a spear.
Alan stepped inside the attack and struck his stomach with his elbow.
The knight dropped immediately.
"Next."
The fights continued.
18th.
16th.
14th.
12th.
Each one was stronger than the last, but none of them could stop Alan.
His movements were simple, efficient, and overwhelming.
Soon—
Only ten Red Knights were left standing.
The 10th Red Knight stepped forward.
This one actually managed to exchange several blows with Alan.
Their swords clashed repeatedly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
But even then, Alan eventually kicked his leg out and knocked him down.
"Next."
The 9th Red Knight came.
He lasted longer.
He managed to block several attacks and even forced Alan to step back once.
But the result was the same.
Alan struck his shoulder with the flat of his sword.
The knight collapsed.
Then—
The 8th Red Knight stepped forward.
The moment he walked into the arena, Alan's eyes narrowed slightly.
This one was different.
His presence was heavier.
The knight slowly drew his sword.
"I didn't think someone like you would appear," he said calmly.
Alan rolled his shoulders.
Finally…
someone stronger.
"Good," Alan said.
"Let's see how long you last."
The 8th Red Knight slowly stepped forward.
The other knights immediately gave him more space.
Everyone knew this man.
He was one of the strongest among them.
He raised his sword and took a calm stance.
Alan stood in front of him in his Frostlight Orc King form. In this state, his body was almost twice the size of a normal person. His muscles were thicker, and cold mist flowed from his armor.
In comparison, the 8th Red Knight looked much smaller.
But his eyes were calm.
"Begin," he said.
The knight moved first.
His speed was far greater than the previous knights.
In a single step, he closed the distance and swung his sword toward Alan's neck.
Slash!
Alan tilted his head slightly.
The blade passed just beside him.
The knight immediately followed with another attack.
Then another.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
His sword moved very fast.
He was clearly trying to overwhelm Alan with skill and agility.
But Alan simply stood there and blocked with his fist wrapped in Frost King Aura.
Clang!
The sword struck the icy aura covering Alan's arm.
The sound was like steel hitting solid metal.
The knight didn't stop.
He stepped around Alan's side and attacked again.
Clang! Clang!
The blows landed again and again.
But the icy aura protected Alan completely.
Alan didn't even draw his sword.
He only used his fists and the aura.
The 8th Red Knight suddenly changed direction and jumped back.
Then he rushed forward again with a powerful strike aimed at Alan's chest.
Boom!
The sword hit the aura.
A shockwave spread across the ground.
Dust rose into the air.
The knight pushed harder, trying to break through with strength.
But Alan didn't move even an inch.
He looked down at the knight calmly.
Then his arm moved.
A single punch.
Boom!
The 8th Red Knight crossed his sword to block.
But the force behind the punch was too heavy.
He was pushed backward several meters.
The ground cracked under his boots as he tried to stop himself.
The watching Red Knights were shocked.
"That strength…"
But the 8th knight didn't give up.
He rushed forward again.
This time his movements became faster.
His sword flashed again and again as he attacked Alan's legs, shoulders, and neck.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Some strikes were even aimed at Alan's blind spots.
He was clearly using refined sword techniques.
But Alan simply turned his body slightly and blocked with his fists.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The aura hardened each time the blade touched it.
After dozens of exchanges, the 8th Red Knight suddenly jumped into the air.
He raised his sword high.
Then he brought it down with all his strength.
Boom!
The ground shook as the blade struck Alan's aura.
For a moment the frost cracked slightly.
The knight tried to push deeper.
But then—
Alan grabbed the sword with one hand.
The icy aura froze the blade instantly.
The 8th knight's eyes widened.
Before he could react—
Alan pulled him forward.
Then his other fist moved.
Boom!
The punch hit the knight's armor directly.
The impact lifted him off the ground.
He flew backward and crashed into the dirt several meters away.
The battlefield became quiet.
The 8th Red Knight tried to stand.
But his legs failed.
He dropped back down.
Alan looked at him calmly.
"Good skill," he said.
"But not enough."
The knight gave a tired smile.
Then he lost consciousness.
Alan turned slightly and looked at the remaining knights.
Only seven Red Knights were left.
"Next."