My Knights of the Round Table

Chapter 274 The Clash of Fists

There was no explosion of magic power, and the fist and light shield collided fiercely, but the terrifying power that erupted was not much worse than the collision of magic power between Arthur and Artoria.

Strong winds emanate from the site of impact.

'boom! '

The powerful roar almost covered everything around, even Arthur and Arturia who were in the battle turned their heads with attention.

"This is... woohoo?!"

Bradamante let out a pitiful cry.

The light shield transmits a force that is many times greater than before.The little hand was instantly cracked by the huge force and bled, and the arm trembled non-stop and could only rely on the last will to hold the shield, but...

'Boom! '

Holding the magic shield, the petite body flew upside down without any surprise, and smashed through several houses dozens of meters away, turning them into ruins while they were still standing.

The bloody smell she left still lingers in the air.

'boom! '

The sound of the body colliding with the ruins spread far, far away, and it became much quieter when it reached the square.

Arthur looked at the purple-haired beauty in surprise.

Listen to the name, her name is...?

"Marda?"

Not only Arthur, but Arturia also looked at her in surprise.

Both of them had admiration and surprise in their eyes.

Martha, they have all heard of this name, a name that can only be heard in the era of King Arthur.

A saint in the [-]st century AD who tamed the dragon Tarasque.

Together with his siblings, he entertained the Savior and gained faith under the guidance of the Savior's words.He is a perfect person with beauty and charm.A holy girl who is fascinated by even scary monsters.

That savior is Jesus.

She is revered as a saint by the Holy Bishop, which is one of the future churches of Christianity, and is one of the twelve saints.

but...

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?! Believe it or not, I'll blow you away too?"

She is clearly a standard saint in the historical materials he has learned.

Kind, honest, calm, radiant person.

Now...?

Martha's eyes were already filled with scarlet, and she felt Arthur and Artoria's strange eyes staring at them with dissatisfaction, and the clenched fists made a crisp sound, reminding them of what happened just now.

Bradamante was thrown into the air by a punch and I don't know how far.

Arthur didn't know what was in the right mood.

Originally, he thought Arturia and Joan of Arc were the ones worth noting, but he didn't expect another powerful saint to come.

"Do you mind?"

Arthur glanced at Artoria and asked softly.

Arturia glanced at him, then at Martha, who was clenched in her fist and her eyes were full of scarlet, then at the huge ruins that had been smashed out, and finally fixed her gaze on Arthur.

She shrugged, and a cold and sweet female voice came out from under the dragon-shaped armor.

"hurry up."

Hearing this, Joan of Arc frowned slightly, but did not stop her.

Martha's blood-colored eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and excitement, and she stared at Arturia coldly, as if she would kill you soon, but Arturia didn't care, just looked at Arthur seemed to be expecting his performance for a while.

Martha's petite fists were clenched together, but no one dared to underestimate this pair of girl's fists.

No one could stop the explosive force that hit anyone present just now.

Arthur smiled and let go of the sword.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the sword of the oath of victory turned into a light spot and melted into his body. Looking at Martha's thinnest nun uniform, the blue and white armor on his body also turned into a light spot and disappeared.

She wore a simple white dress, and the only thing as simple as Miranda was her fist.

The breeze blows gently, and the corners of the white clothes are blown, and the gentle and sunny smile is incompatible with the bloody battlefield ruins.

With Black Joan's acquiescence, the battlefield on Joan's side also stopped.

Everyone looked at Arthur and Martha, who were not holding weapons or wearing armor in the center of the battlefield, but were putting great pressure on them.

Mirtha's eyes were faintly unhappy.

Although she knew that the other party did not intend to belittle her, and she would never be able to defeat the other party with a sword or a spear, but King Arthur, who was holding the Holy Sword of the Star and the Anchor of the Planet, gave up the Holy Sword and the Holy Spear to fight her with his fists, which always made her uncomfortable. .

"Feel sorry."

Seeing the displeasure in the other party's eyes, Arthur whispered softly.

Before he finished speaking, his body disappeared in place.

Martha's pupils were constricted, and the afterimage of the other party remained in front of her eyes, her fists were clenched tightly, and she punched the air in front of her with almost no obstacles.

The next moment, the petite fist collided with the man's fist.

Looking at the shape and the roughness of the man's hand and the smoothness and petiteness of the woman's palm, it seems that there is no suspense in a collision, but the man's fist has not been saved in the slightest.

The strength of the two fists is exactly the same.

'Boom! '

The huge roar was no worse than the previous attack.

But last time it was a collision between Martha and the light shield, between the body and an indestructible hard object, this time it was a pure body collision between the two.

Almost instantly, the ground under their feet cracked.

'boom! '

The feet of the two sank into the ground tens of centimeters, but they didn't move or even shake at all.

The violent wind spread from the middle to the surroundings, and only Arturia and Joan of Arc were present without shaking at all.

Arturia looked at Arthur in surprise.

If she is allowed to go, she does not have such terrifying power.

She glanced at him more, but what she thought of was his nightmare, the existence that she wanted to kill no matter what.

It seems that the nightmares in this world are more reliable than the nightmares I encountered.

Seeing the colliding fists that didn't retreat at all, and the serious look on the man's face, Mirta's dissatisfaction disappeared, and even the blood in her eyes faded a lot.

The corners of their mouths split, and the two retracted their fists at the same time.

"Come again!"

This time, Martha took the initiative to attack.

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

Countless fist bumps, except for Arturia, Black Joan and Joan who could barely see their trajectories clearly, the others even saw quite a few phantom collisions.

It was a moment of touch, but within a few tenths of a second, the next collision of fists started again.

Joan looked at the scene in worry.

Arthur was clearly at a disadvantage.

His strength is not inferior to Martha, and his physical fitness and recovery ability are much better than hers. However, he usually fights with swords and guns. This is the first time for him to fight in close quarters. I don't know how much worse it is for Martha.

The downside of this is that his physical fitness and recovery ability have come in handy.

Almost every few seconds, Martha's fist would land on him, forcing him to take a few steps back.

But fortunately, his physical fitness was excellent, and his speed and strength did not decrease in any way, but the blood at the corner of his mouth proved that he was indeed injured.

Chapter 275 Chapter 26 The Battle That Ended

'Boom! '

The fists collided violently again, and while there was a violent roar, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time.

Martha was still the same as before, but the excitement and fighting spirit in her eyes showed the intensity of the battle just now.

Arthur looked much miserable, his white clothes were covered with gray, black and blood, and he was beaten like a sandbag.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spit out the stagnant blood.

Meili's voice came from his ear again, and he looked around.

A look of surprise flashed in Joan's eyes, and she glanced at him without any trace, but she didn't move, but she held the flagpole in her hand slightly.

Leticia had disappeared.

After adjusting his mentality, he looked at Martha who was eager to fight.

"I heard you still have a dragon."

Martha was noncommittal, and looked at his sunken heart, her eyes were full of disbelief.

"Are you still human?"