My Players Are So Fierce - Chapter 350

Chapter 350: How Come You’re Everywhere, Unorthodox Avalon!

 

The Osprey Knight’s current condition was abnormal, and Countess Sharon had noticed this point. However, as a “senior” figure in the profession of Holy Grail Knights, Civilian Protection Officer Kudel had already assured that this kind of “obsessed” state was quite normal.

 

When he drank the Holy Grail water and became the “Nantes Ranger” back then, he was also obsessed for several months before returning to normal.

 

According to Kudel, this was a necessary stage after “contacting sacred objects and being granted the power of oaths,” and as far as he knew, several historical Holy Grail Knights had similar experiences.

 

He didn’t think this was a problem.

 

Because this power that guides the spirit to “comprehend” the world and the essence of oaths wouldn’t leave any after-effects, but Knight Valand’s current situation obviously looked different in the eyes of “professionals.”

 

Even without mentioning the fact that Murphy, who was fighting the opening match with the Osprey Knight, could mobilize the Antivirus Program Omega that only reacts to subspace powers, even from the spectator seats, some people had already seen through the truth of the so-called “divine revelation of the Holy Grail Knight.”

 

“You should indeed bring him over. This problem could be either big or small, don’t listen to Kudel’s nonsense. Like that guy who isn’t even afraid to face subspace directly, becoming a vampire and not drinking a drop of extra blood for over 100 years, that kind of super willpower is rare in the entire human world.

 

The Osprey Knight is not like him in this aspect. If this continues, who knows how much of your Osprey Knight’s thinking will be transformed by this delusion.

 

Or worse, how much of his own ‘things’ will remain.”

 

In the “VIP seats,” Grand Duchess Tris, who had changed her appearance to come watch the boxing championship, took a sip from her elven liquor flask with relish, and advised little Sharon beside her:

 

“Although I’m not very familiar with how credible the various legends about the Holy Grail circulating on this continent are, I can be certain that its appearance is related to the divine. And the original source point of all deities’ birth is in subspace, which means that all known deities on the continent actually possess certain ‘subspace essence.’

 

That thing is fatal to life in the material world in various ways.”

 

As the continent’s most outstanding theologian and historian, Tris was quite confident when talking about her field. She explained to several subordinates who were listening attentively beside her:

 

“When I was still called the ‘Crimson Witch’ running wild across the continent in various ways, I spent several decades deeply studying religions across the continent and their followers.

 

I found that the more fanatical ones were more easily influenced by their worshipped deities through faith as a channel, ultimately changing their way of viewing the world and becoming increasingly stubborn and difficult to communicate with.

 

Although it’s somewhat blasphemous to say this, considering we’re all vampires, we can speak freely about matters of faith.

 

You might as well think carefully about the differences between fanatics of various churches and those irredeemable cultists. I believe you all have a clear answer in your hearts, apart from whether they’re convinced of their orthodoxy, there’s no difference between the two in terms of conduct and thought patterns.

 

That is the outcome of followers being seduced and influenced by the subspace essence of deities.

 

To put it bluntly, followers in that state no longer have the ability to think normally. Their minds and spirits have been twisted by subspace influence, and what exists beneath their shells are also incomplete, strange souls.

 

That is also the future that the Osprey Knight will certainly face if he continues to be obsessed like this.

 

But fortunately, little Murphy can help him break free from this delusion.”

 

Tris narrowed her eyes, watching Murphy and Valand exchanging blows on the boxing ring below, and said in a low voice:

 

“Little Murphy has a secret about subspace power. It’s not that he won’t share it with me, I guess he might not be very clear about where that power comes from himself.”

 

“Murphy told me about this,” the young lady said quietly:

 

“He said this power only works on subspace contaminations. Looking at that thin residual light wrapped around his fists, obviously when facing Knight Valand in his ‘obsessed’ state, that power has already been activated.

 

From my observation, in this state he can ignore any resistance and cause indescribable true damage to things seduced by subspace, just like a suppression power specifically targeting subspace.

 

I find it hard to understand why this kind of power would appear in a vampire.

 

Murphy feels very painful every time he uses this power.”

 

“All power comes with a price,” Tris waved her hand and said:

 

“At present, it seems that the mysterious power Murphy possesses doesn’t create additional burdens and effects on him other than making him feel pain and several times more exhaustion, which is also considered a lucky coincidence.”

 

“Then according to what you’re saying, the so-called ‘blessing of the Holy Grail’ isn’t a good thing either?” little Sharon said in a worried low voice:

 

“But the Wooden Holy Grail has already been semi-permanently placed in the Ancestral Woods. Will it continue to seduce others, just like how it turned Valand into another person?”

 

“No, it won’t, don’t worry,” Tris explained patiently:

 

“Based on my years of observation, things like the Holy Grail represent oaths and trials. It won’t randomly react to anyone who touches it. Looking at Kudel and Valand’s situations, only those who originally possess certain strong qualities can trigger the Holy Grail’s trial.

 

The way Knight Valand obtained the Holy Grail oath was a ‘shortcut.’

 

Don’t forget, the first cup of holy water generated after the Wooden Holy Grail was excavated was supposed to be drunk by Guildmaster Natalie, it was just gifted to Valand by Natalie, and Valand’s heart of protection happened to be enough to be recognized by the Holy Grail.

 

This is a low probability event.

 

From this perspective, perhaps Kudel’s comfort earlier wasn’t nonsense after all.

 

If Natalie had drunk the Holy Grail water, her situation shouldn’t have gotten this bad.

 

However, after this is over, I need to go to the Ancestral Woods myself to see that Wooden Holy Grail in person. Ah, if I had known there was a Holy Grail buried under the land of Transia, I wouldn’t have traveled thousands of kilometers to the Antani Region to search for the Holy Grail in elven legends back then.

 

You don’t know how much I suffered during that journey back then.

 

Just thinking about it now makes me want to cry.

 

Those damn elven barbarians weren’t hospitable at all. Just because I wanted to sneak into their Elven Royal Court’s Moon Treasury to study the Moon Holy Grail? Was it necessary to mobilize Archdruid, Moon Priestess and Ranger General to surround and chase me, pursuing me across half the continent before I successfully broke through using a trick of diverting trouble elsewhere… Later I heard the Wolfsbane Clan had 3 cities taken down because of that matter, tsk tsk, I suddenly feel old Edward’s malice towards me wasn’t unfounded.”

 

Hearing this “elder” talk about things from hundreds of years ago, the “youngsters” beside her all rolled their eyes.

 

Good grief, you went all the way to their base fountain to harass them, and you’re complaining about them mobilizing top forces to beat you up? So it’s all the elves’ fault, and you, the Crimson Witch, were pure and flawless?

 

Hey, Tris, your values back then would be considered quite explosive even in the explosive realm.

 

Setting aside Tris’s side, on the main boxing ring of the boxing club, the opening match between Murphy and Knight Valand had already entered its climax stage.

 

Originally the audience all thought that since it was the Governor himself coming down to fight the opening match, it must be just going through the motions, this thing must have a “script,” just letting everyone watch for fun would be enough. But after Murphy and the Osprey Knight really started fighting, everyone suddenly discovered, damn!

 

This isn’t acting!

 

These two are playing for real!

 

Murphy started with close combat fists from the Thorn Clan’s midnight assassination technique, reaching for the Osprey Knight’s neck that was thicker than an ordinary person’s thigh like a ghost seeking life, while the Osprey Knight’s response was no less inferior than the Governor’s assassination fist.

 

Although without weapons and just bare-handed, the “Sea Beast Fury Fist” passed down from Caesar barbarian berserkers was still enough to split mountains and crack stones.

 

The former is the vampire clan’s most excellent assassination technique, the latter is a cruel and effective fist technique summarized by barbarian warriors from years of fighting mysterious sea beasts in the Frozen Sea.

 

The first collision already caused cracks in the boxing ring. When Valand’s heavy fist hit the ground, it even created scenes of bricks and stones flying everywhere that only appear in hot-blooded fighting manga, which caused thunderous noise to erupt from the audience seats and made those “experts” around widen their eyes and exclaim.

 

“Holy shit! Whale Killer Tyrant Fist!”

 

The very unique bald vampire monk Kind-Face Giant Shark Uncle, although slightly crazy, could barely be considered a semi-professional. When he saw Knight Valand smash the floor with one punch, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement as he stood up and shouted:

 

“This is how we martial artists should be, strong and powerful! So you can learn such supreme skills just by grinding reputation with mountain folk? Damn why didn’t you say so earlier? I, Giant Shark, this martial arts genius will join the mountain folk from today onwards, and won’t come down from the mountain until I learn this set of invincible fists!”

 

“You embarrassing thing! Stop acting crazy here, sit down!”

 

The student party sitting in the back rows immediately expressed their displeasure and used seven hands and eight feet to press the embarrassing Giant Shark Uncle back into his seat. As true “professionals,” Sister Pomegranate and her stinky brother exchanged glances, suddenly realizing that their understanding of the various fist styles on this continent currently only remained at the surface level.

 

Although they had unlocked the way of sanda monks from Knight Kudel, looking at it now, the techniques regarding close combat on this continent had already developed to a flourishing stage.

 

“When did Murphy learn the midnight assassination technique?”

 

In the VIP seats, Count Andrei who was equally shocked turned his head to ask Vesta who had already stood up:

 

“I know he knows the sword techniques in assassination arts, but how did he even learn the assassination fist? And so proficiently too, is this guy really a genius among vampires like Tris?”

 

“Watch his claws, master,” Vesta specifically reminded this time:

 

“We were previously defeated by Murphy’s special weapon. Although the assassination fist he’s using now comes from the Thorn Clan, he has obviously made some modifications to make it more compatible with his Night Claws.

 

Therefore, whether the Governor is a genius or not I don’t know, but he’s definitely very good at adapting to circumstances.”

 

“I asked the ancestor,” Andrei narrowed his eyes, watching Murphy below who was already beating up Knight Valand overwhelmingly, he felt deeply about how this peer whom he viewed as a “growth target” kept his abilities hidden, and shook his head saying:

 

“Grand Duchess Shani told me that Murphy’s claws come from deep excavation of the Sacred Blood inheritance. He already excels in releasing racial potential before opening the Silver Trial, this is definitely a very special case.

 

This guy really can’t be underestimated.”

 

“Master Murphy’s rate of progress is still so fast. Compared to him, I’ve been too obsessed with my own duties and neglected the exploration of power.”

 

In another box, Maxim looked at his own hands very self-reproachfully.

 

Thinking back to that night when he swore to become Murphy’s sword, and now seeing his master easily suppressing a powerful Holy Grail Knight in direct combat, this made the pressure in Maxim’s heart suddenly increase.

 

But beside him, Lainnia who was invited to watch the match frowned.

 

She observed Murphy’s eerie but powerful Night Claws constantly drawing blood marks on Knight Valand’s muscular body, after several seconds of contemplation, she turned her head to look at Maxim and said:

 

“If I remember correctly, you seem to have claws like that too, but I’ve never seen you use them whenever we spar?”

 

“That comes from Master Murphy’s bloodline bestowal, it’s a reward he gives to the loyal ones.”

 

Maxim explained in a matter-of-fact tone:

 

“Night Claws are very powerful, but I haven’t learned to use them correctly yet, and we’re just sparring not fighting to the death, there’s no need to use something that could accidentally take lives.”

 

“You actually had a trump card hidden?”

 

Lainnia put her hands on her hips quite unhappily and said:

 

“Do I need you to let me win? You cunning Transian barbarian, next time we spar I want to see the Blood Vulture’s claws”

 

“Alright, if you’re not afraid of pain.”

 

Maxim shrugged and stopped talking, instead putting his attention back on the boxing ring above.

 

Knight Valand was still attacking fiercely with the Sea Beast Fist that was full of explosive power and huge destructive force, but facing Murphy’s ghost-like left and right jumping and piercing assassin style that appeared and disappeared mysteriously, he was obviously at a disadvantage in the confrontation.

 

But this doesn’t mean Knight Valand is inferior to Murphy in close combat attainment.

 

After all, they differ by one major rank. Even if there are differences in technique, it shouldn’t fall into such a one-sided situation as now.

 

The real problem lies in the purifying spirit energy wrapped around Murphy’s claws, which gave him a big surprise when it first hit the Osprey Knight.

 

As if a bomb exploded on the spiritual level.

 

When making a “big hole” in the Osprey Knight’s delusion, it also put him in a state of “being purified.” The sense of tearing on the spiritual level transmitted to Valand’s body made his attacks and defense completely lose shape. The seductive phantom sounds remaining from the Holy Grail’s power and Murphy’s constantly detonating “spirit bombs” made it very difficult for him to accurately capture the latter’s form.

 

This is equivalent to being inflicted with a “confusion” DEBUFF at the start of the battle, the kind that gives -100% accuracy.

 

The only fortunate thing is that the Osprey Knight only touched the Holy Grail rather than directly facing subspace shadows, which made his degree of suppression by the Omega antivirus program far less than the four unfortunate chaos swordsmen before.

 

Those four guys couldn’t even resist in front of Murphy who had “turned on cheats.”

 

Actually thinking carefully, this Omega antivirus program is really BUG. Back when fighting against Salrokdar, it could let Murphy easily break through the defense of a Golden rank powerhouse. Now using it to deal with a Holy Grail Knight who just changed jobs isn’t it just a piece of cake?

 

“Puff”

 

In the final moment after fighting for several minutes and making the entire boxing ring a mess, Murphy’s form jumped out from the flowing mist, like an agile monkey climbing onto the Osprey Knight’s back.

 

Night Claws thrust forward, raising two inches above the heart, turning the fatal attack into “severe punishment.”

 

As the Night Claws that ignored defense pierced into flesh, the Osprey Knight let out a cry of pain, his body as tall as a giant collapsed like crumbling earth and knelt on one knee at this moment.

 

That uncoordinated calmness in his eyes was completely torn apart, making this rough man curse at this moment:

 

“Avalon’s big paddle! This really hurts couldn’t you be a bit gentler?”

 

“Would being gentle cure your obsession? Don’t you see what situation you’re in, your wife is about to have a child, and at this time you choose to convert to faith? This is going to create a tragedy of family separation? I actually think I beat you too lightly, and Mrs. Sunny should give me a one-ton medal.”

 

Murphy swooshed out his Night Claws and jumped in front of the grimacing Knight Valand, saying to this giant-like mountain folk man:

 

“But fortunately, thanks to Doctor Murphy’s magical healing, you’ve finally been saved, no need to thank me.”

 

“Thanks still need to be said, you pulled me back from that terrible calling.”

 

The Osprey Knight sighed, covered in blood he gratefully looked at Murphy whose face was also pale from the pain of purifying spirit energy, he said:

 

“But those things weren’t actually meant for me, Murphy. Avalon wanted to show you those things and I was just a vessel for divine language. In other words, I was implicated by you.

 

Damn, that night it should have been you who drank the Holy Grail water.”

 

He reached out his hand, a cluster of scattered light floating in his palm.

 

He said to Murphy:

 

“Take a look, I think you need to see this. Avalon told me the secrets about the Holy Grail, and He wants you to know more.”