"Ah!" Fenmier was the first to be unhorsed by a spear and was quickly led out of the arena by his "captors."
Next was Raven, then Lasu. Karl's brow furrowed deeper with each lost teammate.
He still adhered to the agreement, but the halberd in his hand began to swing more fiercely, fending off more attacks for the remaining Aitorc.
And when Captain Aitorc was also knocked off his horse, Karl was the only one left from the Nymph Team on the field.
Immediately, the jeers grew louder, mixed with mockery, and people began to shout.
"Nymph Team, go home!"
"Exactly, what's the point of participating in a Martial Arts Tournament with this level of skill? It's simply disgraceful!"
Karl was vaguely surrounded in the center by the remaining members of the four teams. The White Rose Team still had four people, their momentum strong.
The Erlend Team and Maribo Squad each had three people left, watching menacingly.
They exchanged glances and instantly reached a temporary understanding—first eliminate this last annoying fellow, then decide the victor.
A mocking laugh came from beneath the White Rose Captain Horace's visor: "Hahaha, it's just you left, Nymph's lone wolf? Or lone lamb?"
"Put down your weapon and dismount yourself, to avoid suffering physical pain!"
In the stands, a chorus of laughter echoed.
No one believed that one person, especially someone from a bottom-ranking team who had performed mediocrely before, could change anything.
The noblewomen covered their mouths with feather fans, exchanging looks of pity or disdain.
Karl took a deep breath, the smell of dust and hot blood filling his nostrils.
He looked around; the fallen Aitorc and others had already been cleared from the field.
Foltest took a sip of wine, then shook his head slightly: "Alas, what a pity. That young man with the halberd is skilled, but ultimately, a single tree cannot stand alone."
Triss held her breath. She knew what was about to happen.
Karl had told her about his strength, but she had never witnessed it firsthand.
But now, Karl had no choice.
And Keira opened her red lips, about to utter another taunt, but suddenly stopped.
Karl on the field suddenly straightened his back. He adjusted his grip on the halberd.
That long weapon, which had seemed somewhat "clumsy" before, now seemed to possess life in his hands.
He lightly nudged his horse's flank, and "Cabbage" shot forward like an arrow from a bowstring.
He was no longer in a defensive stance, but charged directly at the White Rose Team.
Horace laughed loudly: "A lone charge? You're looking for death!"
The moment the two horses met, Karl's halberd swung out like lightning.
It wasn't a stab or a chop, but a precise horizontal sweep. The shaft of the halberd struck Horace's breastplate squarely.
The White Rose Captain flew off his horse as if struck by a trebuchet, landing heavily on the grass three meters away.
Instantly, the entire arena fell silent.
Three knights from different teams simultaneously spurred their warhorses, charging at him from three directions!
The three raised their shields and swords, their morning stars whistled, and their spears were leveled!
In the stands, Triss clenched her fists tightly.
Just in the nick of time, Karl moved.
There were no fancy techniques, only absolute speed and power.
He swung the halberd with one arm, and the heavy shaft actually traced a blurry afterimage in the air!
"Bang!" The first loud crack.
The morning star that came from the side, along with its owner, like Horace before him, flew completely off his horse into the air.
He arced in an exaggerated trajectory, smashing heavily next to Horace, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The knight struggled twice then stopped moving, apparently stunned by that terrifying force.
However, this was just the beginning. Using the rotational force,
The iron hammer at the end of the halberd blade, like a scorpion's tail, precisely struck the side of the incoming spear.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the wooden spear shaft snapped instantly!
The spear-wielding knight felt an irresistible immense force, and the web of his hand split open.
He was carried forward, right into a backhand sweep of Karl's halberd shaft.
"Thud!" A dull thud sounded.
This knight, like a discarded rag doll, tumbled off his horse.
Meanwhile, another knight's blunt sword had just begun to cleave towards Karl's head.
Karl didn't even turn his head. He raised his halberd-wielding hand upwards, and the halberd shaft perfectly locked the descending sword, then twisted it with the momentum!
The knight felt a terrifying rotational force emanating from the sword, and his entire arm instantly went numb and out of control.
The blunt sword flew from his grasp, whistling as it embedded itself in the ground in the distance.
Before he could recover from the shock, Karl's warhorse had already passed by, the tail of the halberd lightly tapping his breastplate.
"Ugh!" He groaned, his vision went black, and he fell from his horse.
In a flash, in less than a single breath, three knights from different teams all fell from their horses!
All the previous mockery, jeers, and chatter were caught in people's throats.
The noblewomen's feather fans stopped mid-air, their mouths slightly agape.
The common spectators' eyes were wide, as if they couldn't believe what they had just seen.
No, what just happened?!
That last remaining soldier of the Nymph Team, that guy with the halberd, he... he instantly took down three knights by himself?
Foltest put down his wine glass, sat up straight, his keen gaze fixed on that solitary, proud figure in the arena.
His fingers unconsciously tapped the armrest, and a rare, extremely interested expression appeared on his face.
He suddenly spoke, asking Triss and the others: "Hmm... with such incredible power, is he a Witcher?"
Fikat's eyes flickered as he explained: "Your Majesty, Witchers have very distinct features, amber cat eyes. This knight absolutely cannot be a Witcher."
"Moreover... even a Witcher could not possess such physical strength."
At the same time, he added internally: "How could a Source Mage, valued by Hen, be a Witcher? It's ridiculous!"
At this moment, Triss's heart pounded in her chest, pride, worry, and relief intertwined, almost causing her chaotic magic to subtly fluctuate.
The battle in the arena did not stop due to the audience's shock.
The remaining knights of the Erlend Team and Maribo Squad.
Stunned by this sudden reversal and Karl's power, their charge faltered.
Immediately, Karl didn't pause for a moment, turning his horse and charging towards the Erlend Team.
The remaining six were both shocked and enraged, roaring as they met him: "Surround him, don't let him exploit the advantage of his long weapon!"
However, it was already too late.
The halberd in Karl's hand transformed into a whirlwind of death.
Although the blade was not sharpened, driven by the immense force of his swings, each strike carried devastating power.
He no longer dodged, but crushed them in the most direct and overbearing way!
Karl's halberd swung again, sweeping a member of the Maribo Squad off his horse.
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