It was said he once killed the monster Grendel, and later inherited the Danish throne.
He was a great hero who could even die with a dragon in his later years.
But Kailar was not afraid, and he had full confidence in Artoria.
Are you kidding me? If Artoria, who had been trained day in and day out by non-humans like Teresa and other Claymore, couldn't even defeat a guy who relied on his own strength, what's the point?
Just disband the Knight Order! Go home and farm!
"Come on." Artoria shook her Sword of Victory, exuding the demeanor of a master, her stance neither humble nor arrogant, with the air of a grandmaster.
"Hmph..." Wiping away the trace of blood on his forehead, which had been scraped by the Sword of Victory just now, Beowulf took a greatsword from a corpulent attendant, bounced it twice, grunted twice, then suddenly roared and swung the sword at Artoria.
Amidst the gasps of the Knights of the Round Table, Beowulf stopped.
A longsword was pressed against his throat, its cold blade raising goosebumps.
He swallowed with difficulty, and after a brief silence, a mountain of cheers erupted.
"Do you yield?" With a slight smile, Artoria found an enemy of such immense size utterly unchallenging.
"No!" The two words spat from between his teeth made Beowulf's face flush.
His warrior's pride made him deeply ashamed, but to be subdued without even striking a blow... that was the true humiliation.
However, his actions were also a form of cheating, which made him feel even more ashamed.
"Then let's go again!" Artoria, with a touch of kingly demeanor, gently withdrew her longsword, its tip lowered to the ground.
Looking at the young girl before him, whose face was as calm as a still lake, Beowulf had nothing more to say... Perhaps that sword had truly chosen the right person!
Suddenly kneeling on the ground, a dejected Beowulf, filled with endless despondency, said, "I admit defeat."
These words ignited all of Camelot like gunpowder.
"Boom! Boom! Hey yo! Boom! Boom! Hey yo!! Boom! Boom! Hey yo!!!" Pounding their breastplates with their gauntlets, the cheers resonated like a mountain and a tsunami, making Beowulf's subordinates tremble.
"Lily."
Kailar's voice suddenly came from the platform.
Turning her head to look at Kailar, she saw a relaxed and approving smile.
Raising his eyebrows, Kailar gestured with his chin and extended his hand: "Come up! I suddenly have a good idea."
Artoria felt a sense of humiliation as Kailar instantly pulled her onto the stage.
"Silence!" Kailar struck his bronze staff.
Facing the clash of the bronze platform and the staff, the clear sound echoed far and wide like a bronze bell.
Along with this clear sound, Kailar's voice also traveled far.
"Hear ye!"
"Camelot is establishing the Royal State Religion Knight Order!" Clang!!! The bronze staff striking the ground left a lingering echo.
"The Knight Order shall be named the Knights of the Round Table, with one hundred and fifty Knights of the Round Table as the strongest in the kingdom!" Clang!! Kailar's voice, accompanied by the rhythmic striking of his bronze staff, echoed in the sky.
"The leaders of the one hundred and fifty Knights of the Round Table, the thirteen Knight Captains! All shall be peerless in martial arts! Do any of you have objections?!" Kailar raised his bronze staff, holding Artoria's hand, and shouted.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!" The Knights of the Round Table roared.
"Then! For the next five days, it will all be martial arts training to select the Knights of the Round Table! You all have no objections, right?!" Kailar shouted.
"Indeed! Indeed!" Pounding their breastplates, the Knights of the Round Table roared in unison.
"Wait!!!" Beowulf's loud voice suddenly rang out: "Can we outsiders also apply for martial arts training?!"
Beowulf shouted.
"You fellow!!" Everyone couldn't stand his thick skin.
"What's wrong! This young man said! The capable come first, peerless martial arts training! If you are afraid! You don't have to insult me with words!" This move of Beowulf's was truly brilliant!
It instantly forced the Knights of the Round Table to fight him to the death.
"Afraid of you? Never!" A strong Knight of the Round Table walked forward, his armor clanking.
With a swing of his greatsword, the two clashed head-on.
A buzzing sound came from the bronze sword, and it was fortunate that the bronze sword was tough; if it had been an iron sword, it probably would have broken directly.
One strike was not enough, a second strike followed!
Another loud, buzzing collision, like two giant bears, the two crashed into each other.
Beowulf's face wore a wolf-like sneer, full of wildness, enjoying the pleasure of battle.
After the third strike, the winner was decided.
The tall Knight of the Round Table, his wrist sore and weak, instantly lost his bronze greatsword, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Hmph hmph! Is there anyone else!" Beowulf let out a roar like a wolf, which was probably a characteristic of his people.
"I'll go!" Another Knight of the Round Table stepped forward and shouted.
For a period after that, Beowulf defeated dozens of people like a monster, with immense bear-like strength and wolf-like agility.
Kailar finally understood why he was called 'bear' and 'wolf'.
No wonder he could kill the monster Grendel.
Now the Knights of the Round Table knew what kind of martial arts it would take to defeat such a guy.
Comparing their skills, everyone couldn't help but greatly admire Artoria's martial arts.
As a woman, the effort required to defeat such a monster was extraordinary.
"This won't do." A person stepped forward, his handsome face, golden hair like sunlight, and an aura of justice, like a savior, exuded an essence called "protagonist."
Gawain.
"Gawain, please enlighten me." Gawain shook his longsword and charged directly.
Facing Gawain, Beowulf dared not be careless, fiercely blocking the blow.
Although his center of gravity was forward, he still retreated two steps due to the power of the sword.
"Beautiful!" Beowulf roared, swinging his sword with exhilaration, clashing with Gawain's attack.
"Ha!" Gawain raised his sword and fought again.
The two exchanged clanging blows, as if they had endless strength, wielding their longswords.
Finally, Beowulf's strength gradually ran out.
Gawain, on the other hand, grew stronger as the sun gradually rose, his sword strikes, like his golden hair, ultimately penetrating everywhere like sunlight.
"I'm impressed." Beowulf, still with some strength remaining, jumped out of the circle and stood aside, smiling: "I admit defeat."
"Thank you, you are also very powerful." Gawain, like a true Knight of the Round Table, raised his sword in salute, politely returning the gesture.
Gawain's excellent performance earned him rounds of applause from the Knights of the Round Table.