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[FTMWDK] Chapter 125: Bedivere's Determination
🕑 Added 2023-11-21 06:04:36 +0000 UTCOn the training ground, Lancelot and Bedivere were engaged in a sparring match.
Lancelot wielded a majestic golden sword, his handsome face focused like still water.
Fairy letters on the sword glimmered like lake water, and the long sword seemed weightless in his hands, unleashing a rapid onslaught akin to a fierce storm. It wove a dense and suffocating net, casting a relentless pressure.
*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling!*
Arondight clashed with Airgetlam, creating dazzling sparks. The crisp sound of metal striking metal echoed like a drumbeat.
Under Lancelot's overwhelming attack, Bedivere could only resist and patiently search for an opportunity to counterattack.
After a while, Bedivere noticed Lancelot's slowing pace and diminishing strength. It seemed he had reached a point of exhaustion.
The chance had come!
With his emerald eyes narrowed and a low growl, Bedivere crouched, his right foot pressing down, and the silver arm extended forward as if it were an unstoppable sword, thrusting towards the exposed abdomen of Lancelot.
"You fell for it."
Lancelot's sudden calm voice sent a shiver through Bedivere's heart!
*Swish!*
The once limp and powerless sword transformed into a blue and gold thunderbolt, cutting through the air with tremendous force, and heading toward Bedivere's neck.
*Whoosh—!*
As if time had frozen, both of them paused mid-action.
A few strands of silver hair gently fell from the air. Bedivere tilted his head slightly, looking at the sword hovering about ten centimeters from his neck, and a wry smile appeared on his handsome face.
"I've lost again..."
After Bedivere admitted defeat, Lancelot curved a small arc at the corner of his mouth, sheathing Arondight.
"Is this the thirty-second time? I still haven't won against you even once. You're definitely the stronger one in martial arts, Lancelot." Bedivere admitted with a helpless shake of his head.
"All strength comes from relentless training, Bedivere. As long as you persist, someday you'll become even stronger than me." Lancelot said with a bright smile.
Bedivere looked at his silver right arm, determination flickering in his emerald eyes.
"Yeah, I believe that day will come..."
Due to his physical disability, Bedivere had harbored a sense of inferiority complex for years. In noble circles, his flaw was an unforgivable sin. Whenever he attended events with his brother, those who noticed his empty right hand would cast disdainful glances.
To change this, he worked tirelessly to improve himself, aiming to prove that even with a disability, he could achieve what others couldn't. He yearned to fulfill his dreams and gain recognition from others.
Though he could effortlessly deflect spears from some strong knights and command a battle with a brilliant strategy, those peculiar gazes on him still persisted.
He felt overwhelming despair and frustration, even contemplating suicide. However, the appearance of the black-haired and black-eyed king brought a monumental change to his life.
The wise and benevolent king didn't mind his flaw, accepted his loyalty, acknowledged him as his knight, and even bestowed him the legendary Airgetlam.
From the day the king said 'I believe in you', Bedivere made a solemn vow. Regardless of the cost, he would not disappoint the king's expectations!
"Let's call it a day for now. Lamorak invited me to teach swordsmanship to the knights, so we'll continue our sparring next time." Lancelot said, still with his smile.
"Sure, thanks a lot for taking the time to practice with me today, Lancelot." Bedivere nodded slightly, expressing his gratitude.
"Haha, don't mind, don't mind. I've got nothing else to do around here anyway. Anytime you need anything, just find me!"
Lancelot said with a hearty laugh, but suddenly, his pupils contracted.
"Get down!"
Bedivere, sensing something amiss, wasted no time and rolled to the ground.
*Whoosh—*
"Enemy!" Lancelot shouted suddenly.
Bedivere quickly stood up, back-to-back with Lancelot. Airgetlam in his hand emitted a sharp silver light as he vigilantly surveyed the surroundings.
Four golden spears, seemingly out of nowhere, surrounded them. Long chains trailed behind, extending into the distance.
"What are these?" Lancelot asked, puzzled.
Bedivere, recalling his knowledge, shook his head after a moment.
"I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before. But it seems someone is manipulating these weapons from behind."
Looking at the golden spears hovering in the air with chains trailing behind, Bedivere furrowed his brows and thought, 'Camelot is protected by Lord Merlin's powerful magic formations. Even gods would be suppressed. Could the owner of these weapons have found a way to bypass them?'
A strong sense of unease surged within Bedivere. Whoever invaded Camelot with the ability to evade Merlin's magic formations was likely more powerful than he imagined.
The chains rattled, and the four golden spears, like serpents, rushed towards them.
Lancelot skillfully blocked two with a horizontal slash.
*Hum—!*
Airgetlam suddenly radiated a brilliant light, tearing through everything with an immensely sharp aura, disrupting the surroundings.
*Swish!*
Bedivere made a horizontal cut, the dazzling silver light fleeting in the void. Following two crisp sounds, two golden spears instantly fell to the ground!
Airgetlam possessed the ability to 'tear through everything'. Anything, no matter how sturdy, seemed fragile in its presence.
"Well done!" Lancelot praised.
A smile appeared on Bedivere's face, but suddenly, he felt a slight tightness around his waist. In shock, he looked down to see a golden chain entwining around him.
As he prepared to use Airgetlam to cut the chain, an inexplicable power surged into his body, causing his magical energy and strength to vanish in an instant.
Bedivere thudded to the ground, the radiance around Airgetlam gradually dissipating until it dimmed completely. He clenched his teeth, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't muster any strength.
*Crash!*
The chain tightened and the powerless Bedivere was flung outward.
"Bedivere!"
Seeing this, Lancelot's eyes widened in fury. Just as he was about to chase, two more golden spears blocked his path.
"Damn!"
