Chapter 1419: The Old Man |
Old You's heart immediately surged with excitement. He had absorbed fragments of the Divine Source before, so of course he recognized it.
Although this piece wasn't very large, it was probably about one-third of a complete Divine Source.
Old You raised his gun and quickly strode forward.
But just as he was about to retrieve the dinner knife, from another direction, "Crash!" a window shattered, multicolored stained glass flying everywhere.
A golden figure tumbled nimbly through the air, then "Bam!" landed heavily on the dining table.
It was a burly white man in a golden combat suit with a thick beard.
His chestnut hair curled slightly, and his cheeks were covered in a full beard.
Knights of the Round Table, [Guardian Knight] Galahad, also known as the Golden Lion for his imposing build and thick mane.
"Yo, that was close! Almost arrived too late."
"So it's a friend from the Jiangnan Region. What a coincidence, are you also after the Divine Source?"
Old You took a deep breath.
As expected, good things weren't so easy to obtain.
But he silently lamented the missed opportunity—if this guy had come a few seconds later, he'd already have left with the Divine Source.
Old You could only smile now, his eyes cautious as he retorted, "Otherwise?"
Galahad spread his hands: "Look, two old men like us just happened to run into each other. Our old bones and stiff limbs are about to have a fight here, ah!"
He let out a long sigh, hands on his hips, shaking his head as if helpless.
Old You laughed heartily, but beneath the surface, his armor had already aimed all its weapons at the man before him.
"Can't help it, who says we're old? Old bones still need to think about the young."
"But," he twisted his arm, revealing stark white teeth, "it's no problem to burn off a bit of leftover heat!"
Having lived with Zhou Haimei for so long, he had changed significantly, even looking much younger than when he was a security guard.
All of this was thanks to Zhang Yi, and Old You never forgot that.
Facing this man from Britannia, the fighting spirit of an old soldier burned fiercely in Old You's chest.
Even in an underground kingdom, he wouldn't disgrace the veterans of Huaxu Kingdom!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
The battle erupted in an instant. As a veteran, he had learned only one thing in the military—how to kill the enemy quickly.
His armor deployed all its weaponry: a jet-black thick-backed bone-cleaving greatsword, a small-caliber laser cannon on his shoulder, a high-energy particle jet gun on his wrist, and a powerful propulsion device on his back.
Armed to the teeth—that described this situation perfectly.
Guns and cannons rained down like a storm, assaulting Galahad!
Galahad's eyes sharpened. With a "Bam!" he clashed his fists together, and a massive golden infantry shield appeared before him.
"Knight's Glory!"
The enormous golden holy shield, nearly as tall as Galahad himself, stood firm in front of him.
Gunfire struck the golden holy shield, sparks flying everywhere. With a "Crack!" the entire dining table was destroyed.
Galahad grabbed the massive shield with one hand and slammed it hard into the ground. A golden shockwave surged from the earth straight toward Old You!
Wherever the shockwave passed, everything on the ground was smashed to pieces!
Old You's propulsion device blasted blue flames, launching him into the air.
Hovering midair, he rained down gunfire like a firestorm, "Swish, swish," a dense hail of bullets so thick that even the light was obscured, leaving only blazing yellow flames.
Galahad raised his shield to defend, but the impact was too strong, forcing him back step by step.
His leg muscles bulged as he braced against the ground, friction leaving two black scorch marks on the Barrier Stone floor.
Soon, a few high-explosive grenades landed beside him.
Galahad's eyes sharpened, and his lion-like build moved with surprising agility, darting to the side.
Old You didn't continue the barrage. He wasn't Zhang Yi—this luxurious carpet-bombing tactic had to be used sparingly.
Galahad charged at him in a zigzag pattern, shield in hand.
Old You chuckled, "Want to fight me up close? Bring it on!"
As a reinforcement-type empowered individual, close combat was his specialty!
The external weapons were only installed because Zhang Yi had advised Old You to avoid close combat whenever possible to prevent injury.
In reality, he was even stronger in hand-to-hand combat!
Old You gripped the massive Yi Metal bone-cleaving greatsword with both hands and charged at Galahad!
The greatsword came down in an overhead slash. "Clang!" It struck the golden holy shield with a crisp sound.
The tremendous force created a terrifying shockwave that tore through the entire dining hall.
Neither of them retreated a single step. Both stood over two meters tall, both reinforcement-type superhumans, their physical strength pushed to the current limit. Neither was willing to concede in the domain of raw power!
"Heh!"
The two locked eyes through their weapons, both seeing the blazing fighting spirit in the other's gaze.
Then, without any wasted words, a violent exchange began like a hurricane!
Galahad's weapon was that massive golden holy shield. Though heavy and thick, he wielded it with incredible speed and skill.
Block, smash, slash, ram!
That golden holy shield perfectly embodied the Guardian Knight's name, leaving almost no openings.
Old You, using a sharp weapon against a blunt one, was at a slight disadvantage.
But his weapon was no ordinary blade.
Lu Keran had crafted weapons for everyone in the household, each tailored to their combat style.
Old You's bone-cleaving greatsword was shoulder-width and thick-backed, twice as thick as an ordinary blade. It was more like a heavy iron slab than a sword. Though edged, the blade was dull, used primarily as a blunt instrument.
This way, he could leverage his strength advantage.
Moreover, his sword was made of Yi Metal, which far surpassed Galahad's Adamantine Metal shield in material quality, so even head-on clashes didn't put him at a disadvantage.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Their fierce collisions echoed through the dining hall like a blacksmith's forge—nothing but the sound of striking metal.
Pure strength against pure strength, no tricks involved. It was a contest of who had more power and who was faster!
Two men in their forties, neither willing to back down, fought for their own honor!