Hollow Knight: Hallownest

If you want to enter the martial arts arena from outside, you have to walk through a wide trail, and this distance is also one of the few places in the white palace where the light is relatively dim.

Mo Rong stepped on the neatly laid stone bricks, feeling their cries. The gentle breeze that slipped away from his feet had already turned into a gale that whistled in his face as the distance between them shortened. From time to time, it blew up gravel and dust that hit his mask, making a crisp sound.

When he reached the end of the trail, with white light shining on his shoulders, the floor tiles under his feet had already cracked like a spider web, which was shocking to the sight.

boom--!

Mo Rong raised his head and looked at an arched circle of light that suddenly rose up a hundred meters away. However, it spread and exploded in the blink of an eye, raising large pieces of soil with a sound like thunder.

From the edge of the exploding light circle, two figures covered in white light suddenly jumped out.

One of them has a burly and strong figure, holding a huge hammer in his hand, with a stern look on his face, while the other one has a well-proportioned and upright figure, wearing a white dress, and the weapon he holds is a bone nail that is as slender as his body.

Without much thought, the two are naturally two of the Five Knights - Pale Power Hegmer and White Dancer Zemor.

"No matter how many times I've seen this kind of move, I still find it difficult to deal with it. When the scale was not as large as it is now, I could still resist it. But now that his strength has been fully revealed, it is difficult for me to fight him. His growth rate is really too... terrifying."

Hegemer steadied himself and stood still, looking at the heroic figure in the center of the glow, holding the bone nail against his back with his back slightly arched, and let out a sigh.

If I remember correctly, it has only been less than a hundred days since the king brought it back.

He really couldn't think of any other words to describe this growth rate. Compared to it, he seemed like a rookie, extremely stupid.

Zemor walked up to it and nodded in agreement: "If it is this, I can accept it."

She didn't have a body as strong as Hegmer's, so the feeling was naturally stronger. Although she had reduced a lot of the force through her skills, the remaining energy was enough to throw her a long distance.

From a one-on-one sparring at the beginning, it has now turned into a one-on-two duel. It is no exaggeration to say that if the situation continues to develop in this way, this number still has a lot of room for improvement.

As the remaining light from the aperture was absorbed into the body, Bai's gaze fell on the two again. In an instant, a black light flashed, and when it reappeared, it was already suspended above their heads, and the bone nails pierced down again.

boom--!

Mo Rong walked along the edge of the martial arts arena, approaching two figures, one big and one small, who were sitting quietly in the distance.

He was not stupid enough to go find Zemor at this moment. What if he was hit by the weapon without eyes? At least he had to wait until the other party finished fighting.

"Tsk tsk tsk, one against two, you are worthy of being a senior, so fierce!"

Mo Rong smacked his lips secretly, gave a thumbs up and shook his head in admiration, but doubts arose in his heart.

He still remembered the last time they met at the Colosseum. The senior’s size was obviously about the same as his. How long had it been?

Did Bai Wang give it hormones?

Please give him a shot, too.

"The child has become much stronger, and not as cute as before, don't you think, Orgrim?"

Isma supported his chin with both hands, his eyes reflecting the figure that kept moving and flashing between the two knights, and he sighed at the passing of time.

Beside him, Orgrim sat upright with his hands on his knees, looking surprisingly well-behaved, but his eyes were not on the arena at this moment.

Needless to say, where to put it.

"Orgrim?"

Isma didn't hear a response for a long time. She turned her head and met a pair of slightly dull eyes.

"Ah, um, yes, you are right..."

Orgrim quickly turned his gaze away, pretending to be very focused on the battle on the field, but his flushed face had already secretly told Isma what had just happened, causing the woman's eyebrows and mouth corners to slightly raise.

"Oh, then tell me, what did I say that was wrong?"

“That’s it…that’s it…”

Orgrim's face turned red, his hands and feet became a little awkward, and his normally clear speech suddenly became hesitant.

"That's the price of growing up. There's nothing you can do about it. If you want to become stronger, you have to give up something. If it's just cuteness, then it's too worth it, right, Orgrim?"

Seeing that someone else was speaking for him, Orgrim immediately took over the conversation and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's what I wanted to say. I didn't organize my words well just now..."

After he finished speaking, he realized that the voice was unfamiliar, but he felt like he had heard it somewhere before.

Yisma tilted her head and looked at Mo Rong on the other side, her eyebrows slightly raised: "Is it you?"

Orgrim turned his head and looked at Morron, with some surprise in his eyes.

It is impossible to say that I have no impression of him. After all, we met in the God War not long ago. Although we didn't spend much time together, we can still be considered comrades who fought (and suffered) side by side.

"Did His Majesty the King bring you in?"

Orgrim quickly stood up and looked around, but the empty field immediately disproved his guess.

"What are you doing here?" Isma's tone was a little curious.

"Come and ask Knight Zemor for something."

"Asking for something? What?" Isma became even more curious.

"A flower."

"One..."

Isma stopped talking halfway, her eyes suddenly became strange, she raised her hand, followed her gaze to Zemor in the field, and then to Mo Rong: "You are looking for her, you want flowers?"

"Uh...yeah, what's wrong?"

Moron saw that Isma's pupils had widened a lot, and her lazy body straightened up, and she squeezed closer to him, that is, to the side of Orgrim, making Orgrim become much more restrained at this time, and it seemed as if he wanted to squeeze himself into a ball.

Mo Rong was very familiar with Isma's expression and movements.

Isn't this just the way to join in the fun when you hear a big piece of news?

"What you want to ask her for is a flower with a gray-blue stem and pure white petals?"

"That's right." Mo Rong nodded decisively.

After all, as a dedicated flower delivery man, he would not make a mistake in remembering the appearance of the flower.

Hearing this, the gossipy spirit in Isma's eyes burned even more vigorously.

"Can you tell me why, exactly?"

Isma was so excited that she even used sign language, talking and gesturing at the same time. Even Orgrim hadn't seen her like this for a long time.

"This...I'm afraid it's not convenient to say." Mo Rong shook his head.

"Yeah~, I understand, I understand. Since it's inconvenient to talk about it, let's not talk about it. Let's change the subject."

Isma moved closer, her expression suddenly becoming serious.

"When did you fall in love with Zemer, and why do you like her?"

"..."

"what?"