Lancelot let out a cold snort, his voice as biting as the north wind in deep winter.
His eyes revealed a resolute determination, as if he meant to send Shichen to his death in the very next second.
With a flick of his hand, like giving a death sentence, hundreds of knights behind him surged forward like a tidal wave toward Shichen, trapping him completely in the center.
Those knights were clad in thick, sturdy armor that reflected a blinding glare under the sunlight.
They gripped their long spears tightly, the tips flashing with a cold glint, ready at a moment's notice to swarm him and tear him to pieces.
Shichen cursed inwardly. Looking at the iron-clad encirclement, he knew all too well that he had fallen into a desperate situation where the slightest misstep would cost him his life.
"Um... actually, I'm just a passing Kamen Rider. Do you believe me?"
Beads of cold sweat formed on Shichen's forehead. He awkwardly scratched his head, offering a flattering smile to Lancelot.
"A Kamen Rider? What on earth is that?"
Lancelot paused slightly, lowering his head in brief contemplation.
Yet, the exact moment he was deep in thought, when he raised his head again, he was shocked to find that Shichen had already turned tail and bolted.
"Nigerundayo!"
As Shichen fled wildly without choosing his path, he didn't forget to pull a face at Lancelot—a look that was both comical and provocative.
Lancelot was so furious he could feel smoke coming out of his seven orifices; his fac…
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