The standoff between the Frost-Walker fortress and the encirclement coalition did not end with Faust's single victory over the grail knight.
On the contrary, the first day's battle seemed to be merely an appetizer. The following day, even torrential rain failed to quell the conflict.
The grail knight order, having recovered their strength, stepped forward once again to issue a challenge.
Faust accepted the battle gladly. Ever since he began piloting the titan mech, he had become obsessed with the feeling of becoming a giant.
The stats of the Titan Frost-Walker were simply too high; it was already a standout among the 【hero】 rank. If he were to practice step-by-step, who knew how long it would take to experience such magnificent power that could split mountains with a single gesture?
To be blunt, it was far more satisfying than manual combat.
Furthermore, there were numerous functional modules to play with. The pilots of the Golden Age truly lived the high life!
Not to mention, this wasn't some false stimulation; it was legitimate training.
Confronting a grail knight with a frail body was, in itself, an achievement and a feat.
After yesterday's head-stomping victory, Faust felt his experience in the path of the sovereign monarch surging! It was skyrocketing!
Exploding!
Was it the path of conquest, or the path of subjugation? Or perhaps both?
It didn't matter. Faust had a premonition: if he continued fighting the grail knight, he would be able to take a massive leap forward on the path of the sovereign monarch and advance toward the path of the hero.
Dathrohan... you really are a stepping stone!
So, after the opponent issued the challenge at noon, he immediately piloted the titan mech to the front.
"You shameless, despicable scoundrel!"
Dathrohan opened with the Knight-God Stance, raising his greatsword aggressively and pointing it at Faust. "You dared to use lies and slander to shake my mind and question my loyalty. This great humiliation shall be repaid a hundredfold!"
Seeing his righteous demeanor, one would think Faust had committed some unspeakable crime.
The Qingxi prince couldn't help but retort, "I was kind enough to let you see that wicked woman's true colors. How does that make me shameless and despicable?"
"Shut up! Your flowery words will never again cause me to waver even a fraction regarding that lady!"
The knight-god's greatsword scraped across its arm, instantly igniting the Blazing Lake-Light Fire. The grail knight's permanent special attack skill effectively silenced any further talk from Faust.
"Put away your blasphemous words! Let us settle this in a fair and square duel!"
Dathrohan seemed to have no interest in further chatter. He gripped his greatsword, raised his shield, and charged.
Faust had initially thought that after breaking through Dathrohan's mental defenses, this grail knight who loved the Azure Maiden would at least harbor some suspicion toward his goddess. But as it turned out...
"Sigh, wait. Why are you simping for her again?"
Faust was truly exasperated. Apparently, the heavy blow he had dealt yesterday didn't even last twenty-four hours.
He didn't even need to think; the Azure Maiden had likely talked Dathrohan into a daze with a few simple sentences.
Sigh, grail knights... they are doomed to be ruined by women in this life.
"You deserve to be a spineless doormat. Brother, I can't save you!"
"In that case, I might as well just go and carve into the Azure Maiden."
Faust gave up on saving Dathrohan from his misery. He shifted the focus of his attack toward the Azure Maiden; verbal psychological warfare was essential.
Otherwise, how would the wheel of destiny help me mess with the opponent's mental state?
Faust had personally experienced the feeling of having his eyes and perception clouded by fate. Using it on an enemy was an incomparable delight.
Thus, the Qingxi prince teased maliciously, "From now on, for every round you fight with me, I will carve into the Azure Maiden a hundred times! I'll break her, break her, break her!"
As expected, Faust's new brand of humiliation immediately made the grail knight see red.
"You're seeking death! You're insane!"
"Look at you, getting all worked up again. I suggest you stay calm. I am no virtuous grail knight; my path is that of the sovereign monarch. Conquest! Plunder! These are my inherent rights."
Dathrohan charged forward with his sword, roaring with a voice that almost sounded like sobbing, "You're not allowed to carve her! You're not allowed!"
"Hahaha! If you don't want to see your goddess carved, then defeat me!"
Faust laughed wildly and stepped forward to meet the attack.
Regardless of anything else, his current 'golden body' was still intact. He was still the prince fighting for the witch. He only needed to give it his all; the great power of the wheel of destiny would naturally protect him.
【Uh... can you not praise the wheel of destiny in your heart? Just a reminder, we are fate-defiers.】
Clang!
Faust could no longer hear Mephistopheles' words. He concentrated all his attention on the duel with the knight-god.
After fighting the grail knight for so long yesterday, Faust had gained more than just a body full of injuries; he had also benefited immensely.
By overcoming a stronger foe with weakness, he had achieved a victory that was near-miraculous. Although it wasn't enough to condense a corresponding mystery trait yet, the seeds of an anti-grail knight specialization had already been sown.
In this fairy tale world, the deeds you perform and the achievements you complete are etched into the great wheel of life, granting you traits based on your past.
The more illustrious and miraculous the feat, the more distinct the brand.
And now, Faust could clearly feel that dealing with the grail knight's fierce attacks had become much easier—in fact, too easy.
The 'shit-tier' strategy of repeating Furinkazan and Steel Breathing felt unnecessary now. Conveniently, Faust had installed a new module, one he had found in the warehouse that had piqued his interest.
【Hundred Martial Arts】
A data module loaded with numerous martial techniques, capable of turning the titan unit into a master martial artist with exquisite skills.
Faust figured this was the perfect time to practice for himself; it was basically free experience.
Boom—
Amidst the storm, the sparks flying from the clash of spear and sword were blindingly bright.
The shockwaves from their battle shattered the hard bedrock. Any escaping aftershocks were enough to uproot massive cedars and split the earth.
This level of performance was no longer something the simple 【hero】 rank could describe.
One was a privileged path, a grail knight with numerous broken traits and battle skills.
The other was wielding a Golden Age titan mech and cutting-edge combat styles.
Fine, you're using cheats? I'll use them too!
Even the well-traveled Mephistopheles found it difficult to tell which of the two held the upper hand.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
After the first collision of blades, the two began a fierce exchange. High-speed strikes between the cold, sharp edge and the blazing silver sword occurred at speeds invisible to the naked eye. Each clash produced sparks that momentarily brightened the dim sky.
Like sudden bolts of lightning, the falling torrential rain was instantly evaporated, giving rise to a hazy mist.
Faust parried sword after sword, fully integrating the mech's movements into his own muscle memory.
Thrum—
Under the hundred martial arts, the combat techniques etched into his very core—how to swing a sword, how to exert force, and how to strike directly for the enemy's life—were exquisitely refined, bearing an extreme resemblance to the inheritance of a White Court martial saint.
This was the episode his opponents feared most: pure mechanical skill with no reliance on raw stats!
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