In no time, David finally arrived in front of Lancelot.
Excalibur shone brightly, filled with battle spirit. Its golden light pierced everyone's eyes, especially Lancelot's shining eyes. And he seemed to recognize Excalibur in person.
Whoosh!
David drove the sword into his neck.
"You think you can kill me," Lancelot said in a very angry tone.
His voice was so loud that it became a rumble for a moment.
He then used his hand to block Excalibur, which came as quite a surprise to David. He wondered if he wanted to lose his hand.
However, as Jane said, Lancelot may be an angry and impulsive man, but he has many aces.
Suddenly his hand turned silver-like.
Clang!
When David's Excalibur struck Lancelot's hand, it was as if it hit a steel wall, only able to scratch and push it away.
Unfortunately, Lancelot still lost. He was thrown up to fifteen meters back.
"Brat, die..." Suddenly someone shouted to David.
