"Mr. Goki, how do you have a firearm—"
"Hm, do you think your opponents will show you all their weapons before the match? The Knight Tournament has no taboos; stomping toes, pulling hair, biting ears, any usable weapon is fair game."
Goki tucked the Hunter Pistol into his embrace, then casually pulled out a thicker, larger repeating pistol, making Margaret's golden eyes widen.
"This... indeed."
Margaret was stunned for a moment, realizing she had never truly anticipated an opponent pulling out a firearm and shooting her.
"Look, Margaret, you are a junior of the Nearl Family. You might not care about this identity, but the name Nearl will always accompany you— would the Knights and classmates you spar with be willing to use dirty tricks? The Knights of the Nearl Family are all honorable; would they use any special tactics?"
Margaret's basic skills were not bad. The Kuranta Bloodline gave her excellent physical fitness, and her Knight training from a young age provided her with a solid foundation.
Goki was certain that although 18-year-old Margaret was not as strong as his current self, her overall physical fitness still surpassed his, giving her a perfect foundation.
But the current Margaret lacked only one thing— experience.
Goki could feel that the combat of the Nearl Family Knights was entirely designed for the battlefield.
Defending step by step, completely shielding themselves and their teammates, ensuring the integrity of the formation, transforming into an orderly killing machine— these were true battlefield tactics.
If the terrain allowed, the Knights would launch an unstoppable charge like a tide, their Originium Arts resonating with each other, their energy lances even capable of melting steel— Kaltsit told Goki this.
And Goki found that as a Knight who had only ever sparred with other Crusader Knight candidates since childhood, Margaret's fighting style was exceptionally dogmatic; every move and stance was meticulously precise and standard.
On the battlefield, whether facing Ursus or Leithanien, such a fighting style was perfectly fine.
But on an arena stage that gathered eccentric individuals from all corners of the world, each with flashy, unique techniques to please fans, such a slightly rigid fighting style wouldn't lead to major mistakes, but it was prone to small disadvantages.
The battle-hardened javelins of Ursus vanguards could be parried by a shield wall, and the powerful Spell bombardments of Leithanien could be resisted by enchanted armor and Originium Arts.
But clearly, Crusader Knights didn't need to consider someone abandoning their main weapon and pulling out a firearm to shoot them— Inquisitors from Iberia liked to do that, and who knew if a Tournament Knight would do the same?
"Moreover, don't just focus on weapons— you'll never know what tricks an enemy has up their sleeve!"
Without giving Margaret time to react, Goki's body instantly ignited with fierce flames. Holding a massive fireball in one hand, he mercilessly threw it towards the young Knight.
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"Originium Arts— Hah!"
Before this, Margaret had not felt any Spell fluctuations. Faced with the sudden attack, she hesitated for a moment, then plunged the longsword in her hand into the grass.
Boom—
The next second, dazzling light erupted. Margaret raised her shield, attaching the blinding radiance to it, and with a fierce swing, she batted the fireball into the sky.
"Phew, Mr. Goki, what other tricks do you have? Bring them all out!"
As the smoke cleared and Goki's figure gradually became visible, Margaret, panting heavily, suddenly deflated.
In Goki's hands were his Hunter Axe and Kirkhammer— each weapon a different tactical style; he had more combat styles than Dante next door.
"...How about we eat first, Nona Margaret?"
And seeing the weapons that Goki conjured from who-knows-where again, Margaret's lips couldn't help but twitch twice.
"Then I'll listen to you, Mr. Goki— I'm no match for you. It was an honor to spar with you."
Smiling and nodding to Goki with neither arrogance nor servility, Margaret felt especially fortunate to have such an easygoing yet powerful guest.
"Just call me Goki— be more confident. I won't be your match soon, you're almost adapted, aren't you?"
Shrugging, Goki put away his weapons one by one and clasped Margaret's outstretched small hand.
Goki knew that if he didn't continue to improve himself through blood echoes, he would soon be unable to defeat Margaret.
The reason was simple— Margaret was indeed a Genius. Even after a setback, she could quickly adjust her combat skills and mindset, and then deal with enemies in a better way.
Margaret's grandfather had not taught her wrong. This combat style, which focused on basic tactics, allowed Margaret to regain an advantage over her enemies after suffering minor setbacks.
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