This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 67 - 0 All Equipment Depends on Drops

Chapter 67: Chapter 067 All Equipment Depends on Drops

The knight defensively held up his shield, as if, like Chen Ke, he too was waiting for his opponent to reveal a weakness. Heavy panting and inhuman whispers leaked from gaps in the full-face helmet, exposing that the knight was merely an undead, without humanity or soul, nothing but a humanoid beast.

All its movements stemmed solely from its past training memories, devoid of any added experience, and incapable of adaptive changes based on the actual situation. Although Chen Ke was unfamiliar with swordsmanship, he was well-versed in various killing techniques and was careful enough not to lose.

Chen Ke ignited the Fire-igniting Broadsword, and although it couldn’t genuinely harm the knight, the flames should attract some of the knight’s attention. He made a feint with moves actually based on the practical techniques of Calisthenics using short sticks and daggers.

“duang duang!”

The flaming broadsword struck the knight’s shield, producing a clear metallic clang. True to instinct, the knight tilted his shield and thrust his sword slowly yet forcefully. The sound of the wind breaking heavily when the sword moved was surprising.

Chen Ke slid back, easily dodging the strike, and created some distance. He loosened his shoulders a bit. This first probe had been a success, boosting his confidence and helping him find his rhythm.

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“I can do this… as long as I don’t get greedy, I can kill it,” Chen Ke silently muttered.

The knight, having missed with his thrust, slowly retracted the longsword and returned to a standing position, walking towards Chen Ke with mechanical, heavy steps.

Chen Ke silently counted the time between the knight’s movements. The knight’s actions had a pronounced segmentation; each set of movements was fine on its own but the linkage between different moves was extremely rigid.

After becoming an undead ash, these once-human creatures acted solely on muscle memory and instinct. Even if the knight had been a master of the sword, he’d now forgotten all sequential sword moves and only mechanically repeated individual movements.

Chen Ke tapped the knight’s shield again, only to see it suddenly step forward, swinging the shield towards Chen Ke in a shield bash. Chen Ke jumped back, dodging once more. After completing the shield bash, the knight resumed its upright position and began to close the distance Chen Ke had created with his jump.

In fact, had the knight been alive, Chen Ke would have been killed when probing the shield as he would have been caught by a direct thrust following a shield bash.

This time, however, before the knight recovered its standing position, Chen Ke boldly darted past the shield-bearing side of the knight. The knight halted, turned, and swung its shield again fiercely towards Chen Ke’s left arm.

“Snap!”

Chen Ke hadn’t expected the knight’s response to suddenly speed up so much and got squarely hit; his left shoulder was harshly struck by the iron shield, the pain sharp like a dislocated joint.

He stumbled, crashing against the wall, his hand releasing the Fire-igniting Broadsword onto the ground.

“Damn!” Chen Ke cursed under his breath, turning to see the knight’s straight sword already nearing.

Dream on, he thought, rolling away from the knight’s thrust, then swiftly performing a backward somersault to stand up.

He left the Fire-igniting Broadsword on the ground; his life was more important.

Gripping the Van Hede straight sword in both hands, he had already figured out some tricks; if he was fast enough, he could exploit the intervals of the knight’s attacks to get behind it and find a vulnerability.

Chen Ke slightly bent over, holding the sword at his chest, the tip slightly tilted towards the knight, slowly moving his steps, edging towards the sword-holding side of the knight.

As if seeing through Chen Ke’s intentions, the knight also slowly adjusted its stance to the pace set by Chen Ke, both circling each other in place.

“You better yield something good,” Chen Ke told the knight, though the knight surely couldn’t understand.

Chen Ke glanced at the broadsword on the ground with the corner of his eye, gauging the distance. As the sword’s tip pointed toward the knight, he suddenly extended his foot to nudge the hilt, making the sword slide across the ground and bump against the knight’s shin guard with a “duang.”

The knight accelerated suddenly and changed his stance, charging fiercely toward Chen Ke. He raised the straight sword in his hand, slashing from left to right.

Chen Ke’s eyes widened, and he rolled forward, landing right behind the knight. He immediately got up and fiercely thrust his sword into the gap beneath the knight’s armpit armor.

Chen Ke could feel the edge of the Van Hede straight sword cutting through the knight’s muscle fibers. The sword nearly fully penetrated the knight, its tip emerging from his chest, pressed against the inside of the breastplate.

Chen Ke twisted the sword handle, smashing the knight’s heart, whether it still existed or not. He also gripped the knight’s right arm with his right hand to prevent him from swinging his longsword again.

But he had underestimated the knight’s strength.

With a forceful swing of his right arm, the knight flung Chen Ke away. He crashed to the ground, empty-handed.

The Van Hede straight sword was still lodged in the knight, making his movements even more disjointed. He took two steps toward Chen Ke; on the third step, he suddenly knelt down, the straight sword slipping from his hand and falling to the ground face-down.

Chen Ke sat on the ground for a long time, watching over the knight’s body, which didn’t emit a single white spark.

Nothing burst.

Looking at the knight lying on the ground, Chen Ke’s first thought was to strip the armor off. With that armor, he would be rid of many troubles—at least, he wouldn’t have to fear the teeth and claws of various beasts.

Since you didn’t burst, don’t blame me for stripping you…

Chen Ke stood up, dusted himself off, and examined the knight’s corpse closely. First, he wanted the shield; the straight sword also seemed quite good. When Chen Ke tried to pick up these items, something unexpected happened.

The knight’s straight sword began to emit a white halo in Chen Ke’s hands and then, astonishingly, turned to ash… Looking at the shield, the same thing happened.

How…

Chen Ke scratched his head. The Van Hede straight sword he had picked up was fine, so why did the knight’s weapons turn to ash?

He sighed and then started to remove the knight’s helmet.

The cold touch of steel felt incredibly solid. Chen Ke was eager to pull it down over his head.

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Hmm… Why is it so tight… Tighter than a virgin…

Chen Ke, sitting by the knight’s head, braced his feet against his shoulders and gripped the edges of the full-face helmet with both hands, straining so hard that he bit his gums apart but couldn’t get the helmet off the knight’s head.

“This is unscientific, so unscientific…”

Chen Ke then tried to remove the knight’s gloves and shoes, with the same results.

Finally, Chen Ke, sitting against the wall, could only come to one conclusion: In the Great Void, humanoid monsters, even if killed, didn’t yield their equipment. It seemed equipment could only be obtained by looting!