The tense match had ended in an instant. Randolph’s triple strike had nearly been invisible to the audience, leaving only afterimages in the air. As such, it took a beat for the notary to declare the result.

“V-Victory!”

The two swordsmen were still standing on the duel stage, but the audience nodded in agreement. But then a frightening sound was heard.

Chwaaaak!

Randolph’s falchion had emerged from the left side of the Black Knight, but had entered from the right. Everyone instinctively understood that the body beneath the thick plate mail had been completely bisected.

“D-Dead...?!”

“What? Didn’t he only strike twice?”

“I could only see one...”

There was no way to survive that kind of mortal blow. The torso hadn’t fallen yet, but as soon as it did, there would be a fountain of blood. Everyone with the exception of three people were convinced of the Black Knight’s death.

Now, how will you get out of this?

Theo silently stared at Isaac. He knew well that Randolph’s strike wasn’t nearly enough to kill a death knight. There was a lot of damage, but the death knight’s skull, where the soul was stored, was very much intact. It could definitely keep on fighting. Randolph...