Stalemate

In just a few minutes of battle, two Kings of the Sword had been taken out of combat in an extraordinary manner by the enemy. But the enemy didn't emerge unscathed, as a considerable wound bled from their chest, significantly diminishing their future prospects in this fight.

But the others didn't stop and continued to attack, knowing that if they stopped for any reason, the condition of their comrades could become critical because they were unfamiliar with more attacks from their current enemy. Furthermore, the wounds the other knights had were minor, and they were confident they would recover soon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Gravel and stones flew in all directions. Falken took advantage of this moment to step forward and attack with all his might while preventing the enemy from using their lance in close quarters.

As Falken attacked, each of his blows was aimed at a vital area of his enemy's body. If any of his strikes landed, his enemy would likely lose so much blood that they would die in minutes, even if they were powerful.

Falken moved his sword, attempting to decapitate his enemy, but once again, it was met by the defense of the red lance. However, midway through, he reached out and mercilessly grabbed his enemy's throat.

The Dark Bear Man raised his right shoulder and blocked, lifting the hand that had grabbed his throat. His right hand shot out at a speed similar to that of lightning, seeking to strike Falken's head.

Falken managed to dodge that attack and, in response, delivered a powerful kick that struck his enemy's elbow, causing it to snap. After that, the sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly, and both opponents leaped away, establishing some distance.

It turned out that Falken's kick had managed to fracture his enemy's left elbow, significantly reducing his combat capabilities in this battle. This meant that the use of the enemy's lance would have fewer variations and obviously reduced strength.

The man in the red armor couldn't help but be surprised that the kick had been so effective. He had vast experience as a fighter, having faced tremendously powerful foes for decades. However, this time was different because his opponent had achieved something that no one else had ever done before, breaking one of his limbs.

The battle was far from over; in fact, it had only just begun.

"Don't interfere, help the wounded and regroup!"

Falken, who was stabilizing himself, burst into power and sped toward his enemy at a velocity even Kings of the Sword couldn't match.

The Dark Bear Man snorted coldly. This time, he wouldn't use any techniques to move. Instead, he raised his lance with his right hand, and a powerful aura emanated from his body, both to protect himself and to attack.

A turbulent wind surrounded the Dark Bear Man, enveloping him in a dark cloak. Numerous streams of battle aura were expelled from his body, concentrating at the tip of his lance, and his attacks immediately went for their target.

The wind drew in a great snowstorm of dust, attracting a powerful concentration of energies and advantageous natural conditions toward it. In no time, a black serpent materialized, coiling around the right arm of the Dark Bear Man.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several impacts were heard, along with the sounds of powerful explosions.

Finally, there was a fearsome snarl.

The wind seemed to disperse any method of attack, and the tip of the lance suddenly appeared in front of Falken. The Dark Bear Man, who had taken three steps back, spat blood as pieces of armor fell from his body one after another. When he looked down, a clear punch mark appeared on his chest, and two deafening sounds were heard behind him.

Kaelen, who had arrived on the battlefield, pierced through the back of the Dark Bear Man, who was standing in front of Falken. These two effective strikes were enough to momentarily freeze the battle, halting everything that was happening for a few minutes.

The Dark Bear Man snarled coldly, took a deep breath, and suddenly let out a roar, "If you think I'm alone, you're sorely mistaken!"

This time, it was Falken's turn to defend himself, doing the same thing his enemy had done before to avoid fatal blows. His two legs changed positions at an extreme speed, retreating from these attacks. But at that moment, he felt an attack coming from afar, so he leaned his entire body to the ground, narrowly avoiding that strike.

"Falken, another enemy!"

Boom!

Kaelen, who raised his staff, chanted a powerful fire spell, "Spirit of fire, shine and kill all in the west!"

Oom!

Boom!

The sky was filled with a crimson hue, and suddenly, the vast amount of mana released in this attack caused even the clouds to turn red. The powerful fire spell spread across the sky, revealing the enemy hidden in the heavens to everyone.

"Can you hold on?" Falken asked as he stood up.

"Yes, don't worry," Kaelen nodded as he conjured more powerful spells, each one aimed at this sudden enemy.