The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 75 Old Tricks Repeated

"Only one at a time!" Lancelot pulled another Cold Iron Longsword from the pile of weapons on the ground and conveniently picked up a Shield, "Taking on two at once, the price doubles! You need to add another large gemstone!"

"Here you go!" Molo was already driven mad with rage, the Human Knight had just coughed up blood, and now with two attacking him together, they were determined to butcher this detestable fellow!

"Thanks!" Lancelot stuck the sword into the ground and reached out to catch the fourth mountain crystal thrown his way.

Two Berserk Demons were already charging at him, Lancelot holding the Shield, unwaveringly met them head-on.

The three bodies, sprinting at high speed, were about to collide, the two Berserk Demons' Scepters raised high above their heads, ready to smash down, but Lancelot suddenly came to a ghostly abrupt halt, catching the enemies off guard, their swings missing and striking the air.

Everyone's jaws dropped, Lancelot's sudden halt was indeed impressive, but what was most crucial was the charge he had mounted was so overwhelmingly fierce, it deceived everyone.

Lancelot still did not want to reveal his real strength, but since he had to fleece Molo, the fat sheep, today, he inevitably had to show some skills.

He had set himself up to be a master swordsman with advanced techniques, fitting the profile of a self-important Blood War Mercenary who had come to the Abyss, while at the same time concealing the inconceivable power he possessed as a Spiritual Cultivator.

A façade embedded with truth, and behind that truth lay another truth, Lancelot himself did not know if he could deceive everyone, but so long as he did not resort to using techniques like the Gathering Qi Slash, no one else, including Tijana, could possibly guess his real situation.

Besides, to deal with Berserk Demons, who possess sheer brute strength, relying on movement techniques and skills alone was enough.

In the moment the Berserk Demons missed their strike, Lancelot, already tensed like a spring, charged out once again. The two Berserk Demons, who had no time to retract their weapons, were wide open, and the Human Knight thrust out a sword cleanly and accurately into the gap of the armor over the right opponent's chest, then with a twist of his wrist, he pulverized its heart.

"What are you waiting for! Charge now! If you don't, I'll send Dagarin next, and once we get back to Oasis Fort, I'll flay your hide and throw you into the snake pit to feed Bashila! You know it has a taste for skinless Berserk Demons!"

The accumulation of pain from the wounds and the fear of Molo finally forced the Berserk Demon to take action. It knew it had no other choice and had to go all out.

So, it let go of its mind, allowing the deep-seated, impatient desire to kill that was ingrained in its bones to take over control of its body.

The Berserk Demon let out a thunderous roar as it swung its scepter at three times the speed from before, knocking away all incoming weapons. Then, with its powerful hind legs kicking off the ground, it charged at Lancelot like a cannonball.

However, all the High Rank Demons present foresaw the outcome for this Berserk Demon, except for Molo, who was standing directly in front of Lancelot. The spectators clearly saw that while Lancelot had turned his back to gather the throwing weapons, he had casually hidden a long spear behind him.

The butt of the long spear was firmly planted in the pile of weapons, with the cold iron spearhead almost touching the Human Knight's back. Lancelot's movement wasn't concealed; anyone standing slightly to his side would easily notice this simple trap, but the enemy in front of him was completely obscured by his figure.

As expected, the bold and skilled Human Knight dodged to the side at the last moment with a ghostly movement technique, revealing the chilling gleam of the spearhead behind him. The charging Berserk Demon had no chance to react and ran straight into it.

Under its own terrifying momentum, the gold armor provided almost no resistance to the spearhead. The long spear pierced straight through the body of the Berserk Demon, exiting its back, making it look like a frog skewered by a fishing harpoon.

Its roar turned into a wail, but was quickly silenced. Lancelot, holding his nose, pulled out the longsword that was planted in the ground and stabbed it through the heart of the Berserk Demon from behind.

He shook the sword to dismiss the heavy stench in the air and shrugged his shoulders to the surrounding spectators.

"The old tricks always work."