Agravain spoke calmly at this moment, saying to Zhang Yi, “We obtained this book from the Tri-Eyed Clan. I don’t know when it became his property.”
Fatty Xu pointed at Agravain excitedly and shouted, “You killed the Grand Scholar! He entrusted it to me before he died!”
Agravain didn’t deny this, but she also didn’t say anything further.
As for the item, there was no way they were giving it back.
Lancelot glanced at Fatty Xu, then said to Zhang Yi, “An ownerless item—whoever gets it, keeps it. I think, at a time like this, you wouldn’t want to start a conflict with us over a book, would you?”
Zhang Yi also looked at Fatty Xu.
He was a bit surprised, because it had been a long time since he’d seen Fatty Xu get so worked up over an item.
That notebook held the Grand Scholar’s life’s work—extremely precious.
Zhang Yi fixed his gaze on Lancelot and said, “Your people took that item from mine. You have to give it back.”
Anyone who knew Zhang Yi understood that he never went looking for trouble, but he never backed down from it either.
So when he said those words, he was already prepared to go to war with the Knights of the Round Table.
Lancelot furrowed his brow, his gaze turning cold as he stared at Zhang Yi.
“At a time like this, are you sure you want to start a fight with me?”
They were deep within the Tri-Eyed Clan’s territory, facing the threat of a Tri-Eyed Clan powerhouse attack at any moment.
If internal conflict broke out on top of that, it would definitely not be the smartest choice.
But Lancelot didn’t understand Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi laughed, a completely carefree laugh.
“A time like this? What time is this, exactly?”
“I’m terribly sorry, but if you don’t want to fight me, then give the item back!”
“The only reason I came here was to get everything I want. So whether my opponent is human or Tri-Eyed Clan, it doesn’t matter to me.”
“Whoever stands in my way, I’ll wipe them out!”
He hadn’t come here for some grand cause of the human race.
Because that was already meaningless.
What he could confirm now was that the Tri-Eyed Clan wasn’t as powerful as Bai Longzi’s people.
Even if this clan emerged from underground, their backward civilization wouldn’t pose a subversive threat to human society.
All carbon-based lifeforms were equal before the Death Reaper of Love.
On the Knights of the Round Table’s side, everyone’s expressions turned grim and cold.
But there was no trace of fear on their faces.
Because the gap in strength was very obvious.
On Zhang Yi’s side, only Liang Yue was a superficially powerful superhuman.
Old You and Fatty Xu, with the help of their mech armor, could reach a level of 9000+, but their actual combat performance was only mid-to-low tier.
But on the Circumference Knights’ side, every single one was an elite.
Zhang Yi said nothing, just smiled, reaching out to stroke Hua Hua on his shoulder.
He never fought a battle he wasn’t confident in. If he wasn’t absolutely sure of his strength, he wouldn’t be this arrogant.
The existence of two Epsilon-level fighters alone meant that this battle was overwhelmingly in their favor!
The Knights of the Round Table didn’t know this.
Lancelot stared at Zhang Yi, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth, revealing his wolf-like, snow-white teeth.
“It looks like you’re determined to fight us!”
Zhang Yi said coldly, “I told you, no one bullies my people! And no one takes what I want!”
Lancelot sneered inwardly.
Sure, his own superhuman ability index was only 18,000 points—on par with Zhang Yi.
But what Zhang Yi didn’t know was that when he had the support of the [Green Knight] Bors and the [Pure Knight] Agravain, his index could immediately skyrocket to over 20,000 points!
His ability, [Sword and Shield], the true sword was actually [Sword in the Tree] Bors, and the [Pure Water] Agravain could heal all injuries.
When superhumans had abilities that complemented each other, they could unleash strength far beyond their index levels.
Even a Delta-level superhuman could provide enormous help to an Epsilon.
Just like Yang Xinxin’s intellect and her [Desire Angel] had helped Zhang Yi many times, providing support no less than an Epsilon-level superhuman.
Both of them were firmly convinced that once the battle began, they would be the ones to emerge victorious.
And neither was willing to give up the Grand Scholar’s important legacy.
So this fight was completely unavoidable!
In truth, if Zhang Yi wanted to fight, Lancelot had no way to refuse.
He could just absorb everyone into his Shadow Space, then haul out a sniper rifle and hunt down the entire Knights of the Round Table.
In that case, even if Lancelot himself wasn’t afraid, his men would all be killed.
Lancelot stepped forward, smiling at Zhang Yi. “Our goal isn’t to kill each other. After all, at a time like this, a life-and-death struggle benefits no one.”
“So, I suggest a gentleman’s duel between the two of us.”
“We stop at first blood. The loser doesn’t get the Tri-Eyed Clan’s notebook. What do you say?”
Stop at first blood?
That was unlikely. But Zhang Yi glanced at Hua Hua on his shoulder and still agreed to Lancelot’s proposal.
“Advantage is mine!”
Both of them thought the exact same thing.
They chose a venue for the duel—a massive conference hall, big enough for two Epsilon-level superhumans to go all out.
As for everyone else, they were instructed to watch from outside and under no circumstances interfere with their duel.
But in reality?
Lancelot had already secretly brought Bors and Agravain along.
As for Zhang Yi, there was no need to even mention it. All his people were inside his Dimensional Space, and his number one lackey, Hua Hua, was already sharpening its razor-sharp claws on Zhang Yi’s armor.
A gentleman’s duel?
Just putting on a gentlemanly front.
…
Zhang Yi and Lancelot entered the hall from the front and back doors respectively.
Then, by silent agreement, they both reached back and locked the doors.
The two of them stood several hundred meters apart. For them, that distance wasn’t far—they could close it in an instant.
So when the lock clicked shut with a “clack” sound.
Without any warning, Hua Hua suddenly jumped down from Zhang Yi’s shoulder, swelling in the wind, transforming into a giant beast that charged straight at Lancelot!
At the same time, Zhang Yi spun around, both hands gripping the twin White Owls. Dark void energy wrapped around the Sacred Silver bullets, spraying toward Lancelot like a torrential storm!
Zhang Yi’s sudden attack didn’t catch Lancelot off guard. He was already ready for battle.
His left hand instantly manifested the Protective Shield, while a vine slithered down his right arm, rapidly transforming into a bizarre, giant green sword in his hand.
“Boom!”
Facing Hua Hua, who had lunged straight at him in an instant, Lancelot’s Sword in the Tree erupted into a dense forest, blocking Hua Hua’s path.
“Roar!”
Hua Hua bellowed, its massive claws flashing with a chilling light as it tore downward!
And Zhang Yi’s void bullets shredded those trees like paper!
But in the next moment, the trees surged back with even greater vigor, spreading like a disease, swallowing every corner of the entire room!
