喜淘淘

“Abel, what’s wrong?”

Loraine saw five fierce men with weapons yelling at Abel. She started panicking, and the memories of her previous arrest came back to her like a nightmare.

As he looked at the pale, sickly look on Lorraine’s face, Abel started feeling sorry for her. He wrapped his arms around her and said to the stewardess, “Help me pack my clothes.”

“Which house are you from?” the elite knight growled as Abel has just ignored him, “How dare you bring your slave out and get in Madam Daisy’s way?”

As the elite knight said that, he called two guards forward to throw Abel and Lorraine out. As the men came to drag them out, the stewardess stood aside as she was too afraid to do anything

With each of his hands grabbing onto one of the guards, Abel tensed up his arms and quickly slammed their bodies together. He did hold back a little while he was doing this, but what these men were doing was pissing him off. Loraine was just a little girl, and she was very intimidated by what they were doing.

The two guards’ bodies became paralyzed as soon as they collided against each other. While they were not knocked unconscious, they had to sit on the ground because of how weak they got after that hit.

“This is a capital offense, young man! You’ve just assault Madam Daisy’s bodyguards!” the elite knight released his combat qi.

“I am a nobleman, mind you! Do you want to die? Why would you use your combat qi at me?” Abel said and suddenly leaped towards the elite knight, who was too slow to react to him.

This elite knight was originally a wandering knight. While he was quite talented, he managed to become an intermediate knight with nothing but hard work and sheer willpower. He wasn’t able to go further than that, however. Since he had stopped making any improvements, he had no choice but to devote himself to serving Madam Daisy.

Unlike “real” knights, most wandering knights did not receive a proper education. Thus, even with the talent he possessed, there was just no way for him to be accepted into upper-class society. The most he could do was to be the bodyguard of a woman who was not a Lord, which was exactly what he was doing. If he managed to do well under her, he would have more resources to continue on his training.

So far, things have worked well for him. Since Madam Daisy was adored by the Royal Prince himself, her bodyguards, too, have increased their status. And with all the supply that he was getting, he had finally become an elite knight.

As good as that was, however, he was also starting to become more arrogant in his demeanor. With a potential queen as his master, he was starting to look down on even regular noblemen. In his eyes, anyone who was not a royal was a commoner, which was why he was bold enough to chase those ordinary noblemen out of the shop.

As white combat qi started flashing out, everything around the elite knight was starting to erode. It was the fancy clothes that were hung on the wall, and the wooden frame that kept them there. Because of destructive combat qi was, everything that it touched would be turned into dust.

The elite knight sneered at the sight of Abel. To make up for his lack of weapons, he used his combat qi to generate a blade in one hand and a shield in another. As clever as this idea seemed, an intermediate knight like Abel could see many things that were wrong with this strategy.

Indeed, a true, noble knight would never tolerate a fighting form like this. Unknown to this so-called “elite knight,” the fighting system of a noble knight was very, very stringent. Due to centuries after centuries of perfection, not a single thing could be changed to the techniques that were taught to its practitioners, who had to learn them from an extremely early stage of their lives.

This man was not lucky enough to learn that. He was the second son and had lost the opportunity to hone the proper techniques fully. He did receive some proper training after he became an elite knight, but the habits he developed over the years were very hard for him to change.

Like two fish that were swimming in a pool, Abel’s hands swiftly wiggled through the air and grabbed onto the elite knight’s arms. It wasn’t hard for him to do this because there were a lot of flaws in the elite knight’s form.

The elite knight didn’t seem to mind, however. If anything, he thought that Abel was trying to commit suicide. As Abel grabbed onto him, he released his white combat qi and went for a killing blow.

Abel didn’t care for the qi that was coming at him. Instead of going for a defense, he picked up the elite knight and threw him to the ground like a mountain dropping from the sky.

The floor shattered, and the elite knight’s body came down along with his armor. Abel wasn’t stopping, however. As he continued to hit the man, the hole on the ground became larger and larger.

The elite knight was clearly not in the right condition. That being said, he could clearly sense his combat qi being absorbed by someone else. Pretty soon, about half the combat gi he released was removed from his body. He wanted to say something about it, but all the bones and muscles in him were crashed into mushes, thus causing him to lose the ability to speak.

Abel wasn’t stopping, though. Elites knights weren’t your average footsoldiers. If it wasn’t for the man’s carelessness, Abel’s would’ve never had the chance to trap him and steal his combat qi.

It wasn’t hard for Abel to kill an elite knight to be fair. One spell was all it took, but to restrain an experienced elite knight, Abel had to make sure that he didn’t have a weapon with him. Because of arrogant this man was, Abel actually found a way to take him off guard.

If anything, Abel was lucky today. He was facing against an untrained elite knight who did not receive proper training, had a bad temper, and possibly a lot of enemies. Fighting him could be very rewarding, and it wasn’t like the consequences of doing so were clearly outside the boundaries of what was socially acceptable (everyone liked seeing a scumbag having his ass kicked).

Bang.

Ten black armor warriors came rushing in for a rescue. To their surprise, their teen master, Abel, was wrestling a fully-armored knight covered in blood. It was like watching a man fighting a child, except the child was almost a third of the size of the man.

Those ten black armor warriors did not speak as they were witnessing this. Instead of assisting Abel, they just went over and carried the two bodyguards out of the way.

“Just what is going on here!” A 20-year-old lady walked in. She was wearing a fancy dress and had a fan in her hand. Behind her were two maids and four of her personal bodyguards.

“It’s Lord Blight!” A guard yelled as he was preparing to fight Abel. But just before he was about to do so, the ten black armor warriors stopped him from moving any further.

“How dare you!” the guard yelled at the ten black armor warriors, but was too afraid to actually make a move on them, “Do you actually know who the Elite Knight of Blight is?”

Not one of the ten black armor warriors replied to that question. They were trained to be in suicide squads. In their minds, the only thing that mattered was to follow Abel’s command.

Abel frowned as he sucked out all the combat qi from the elite knight. After all the time he’s spent on this man right here, he’s only ranked up from 11 to 12. While the qi pressure point in the middle of his right hand was completely filled, a qi cyclone started forming from the pressure point located at his left hand. About 80% of his combat qi had just been replenished.

As disappointed as Abel was with the progress he was making, powerful combat qis were just harder to upgrade than regular combat qi. The combat qi Abel possessed had the color gold, which required much more energy to improve than most regular knights. The elite knight might’ve made a lot of progress in his training, but that was barely anything compared to the amount of potential Abel had.

Actually, if Abel’s combat qi wasn’t so weird, he would’ve only had to focus on becoming a wizard.