Through this Knightly Tourney, Leech had come to realize that nearly every lord had at least a few Transcendent Knights under their command. These men possessed power that surpassed ordinary people, meaning a regular Knight was guaranteed to lose, no matter how exquisite their technique.
Brute force wins the day!
The age of Transcendents had arrived.
He was sure the other lords had realized this as well.
After a few more rounds, it was Leech's turn to enter the lists again.
His opponent was, just as expected, Wild Horse Chaotic Stone.
They nodded to each other from a distance.
"Hah!"
Leech's warhorse charged forward, his lance quickly dropping from its upright position to point straight ahead.
The tips of their wooden lances met with precision.
BOOM!
As they passed shoulder-to-shoulder, their lances clashed, sending splinters flying.
In the hands of a Transcendent, a wooden lance was hardly as strong as one's own fist.
