[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-536":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},428293,689,"Chapter 533: Seizure","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-536",536,"\u003Cp>Sir Jamal moved his Will, and the sword in his right hand began to hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuuung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, the vibrating blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid saw the trembling sword leave behind afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it hummed, the blade looked as though it had multiplied into dozens—hundreds—like the flapping wings of a bee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless that sword was chattier than Acker, this had to be Sir Jamal’s unique swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s see you take this one too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal spoke as he swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound of footwork, no air-splitting whistle from the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword swung with the intent of a knight moved outside the range of normal perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speed beyond limits—cutting through the air silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called it the moment sound dies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a term coined by a bard who had only ever heard the description.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it simply meant the sword moved faster than the sound it should have made. To ordinary eyes, it seemed like action and sound were out of sync.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to those who operated within that space—the realm where sound was already dead—it was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, with foresight, read the path of attack a beat ahead. And judged that it was hard to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trajectory was deliberately difficult to evade. No—it was clearly a strike meant to be blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single blow designed to end the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodging would have ceded the momentum to the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his sword {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} to meet the strike and released his full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deflect it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his will took shape, it became a heavy mass—adding power to both legs, lower abdomen, and his right arm. Naturally, the Heart of Might activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two weapons collided, and a blast erupted. But this time, their positions didn’t swap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply exchanged strikes and each stepped back two paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brute strength, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid gave a slight jerk of the chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if to say: you’re the one to talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuuuuung...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal’s sword continued to hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vibration formed consistent waves, and those waves became power imbued into the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights used Will to go beyond human limits in strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when such a knight also mastered wave techniques, even solid-forged steel could be cleanly sliced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal’s overwhelming power was structured like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, by contrast, had simply taken it head-on with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Isolation Technique had trained his body beyond its limits, and the Heart of Might amplified that power. As a result, the force behind their exchanged blows was evenly matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Jamal called it “brute.” He had blended technique into his strike, whereas the other had seemingly blocked it using nothing but raw Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it wasteful? Or had he just been born strong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blocked wave power... with raw strength?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jamal watched, Enkrid switched his sword to the opposite hand and flexed his right hand—clearly trying to shake off the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, Jamal immediately thrust his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the relaxed tone, the thrust itself was like a beam of light, aiming straight for Enkrid’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if one could block a slash with brute force—what about a thrust?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tatang—tatatatatatatatatang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid parried the thrusts with the sword in his left hand, deflecting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he didn’t stop at just deflecting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he diverted the attack, his sword curved and coiled like a snare, slinging itself toward Jamal’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal tensed his waist, yanked his sword back, and leaned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flick! The blade grazed his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a drop of blood was drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword, having missed, dropped down to slash at his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still leaning back, Jamal tugged his sword harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade was longer than Enkrid’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could cut while evading, it would be to his advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a split-second decision—but an effective one. Enkrid had to hurl himself sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t risk exposing his neck in order to land a hit to the gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal’s blade sliced the air where Enkrid had just been—a step and a half to the side now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regaining his stance quickly, Jamal grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re not just muscle, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had skill too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, Jamal found himself jealous of the talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many years had it been since he became a knight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the man before him had reached the level of a knight back when he survived Jamal’s sword, that would’ve only been—what—one or two years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his power and technique were barely inferior to his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would Corwin crumble if he saw this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard had always been drunk on his own talent since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That arrogance—yes, enjoying one's own gifts was also part of Corwin’s gift. But the man before him didn’t seem to lack any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A refined blade—this man seemed like steel hammered endlessly on the anvil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t just rely on his gifts—he forged his path through effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an illusion anyone could fall into. Jamal wasn’t wrong to think it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it wasn’t talent, but effort alone that had brought Enkrid here, there was no way for Jamal to know that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had reached the level of a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would look at him now and call his talents meager?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, it changed nothing. Jamal raised his blade toward his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves won’t work, huh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what should he try next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal moved on to the next step. Wave power was useful, but it wasn’t his true specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never went all out immediately. He preferred unraveling his techniques one at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barnas hadn’t liked this aspect of him, but it did pair well with Jamal’s unique style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next technique: formal fencing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the order had a prodigy like Corwin, who could see into the future, Jamal had spent extra time mastering unpredictable swordplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against an opponent who could read all your moves, you had to twist and distort your intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he tried it again this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—thump—crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jamal attempted a wide overhead slash, Enkrid intercepted it with a sideways swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was the Valerisian steel sword gleaming blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, if the initial blow was blocked or brushed aside, Jamal would follow by pivoting his right leg, bringing the blade down at an angle—making it impossible to predict the next path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid blocked it right from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it didn’t stop there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jamal attempted a diagonal thrust and went in for a half-swording technique using his ricasso, Enkrid blocked it cleanly—then immediately lunged with a headbutt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal’s fencing style was all about unpredictable flow—making his opponent hesitate by throwing off their rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, for good measure, Jamal feigned a slash and launched a low kick at Enkrid’s shin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a common mercenary swordplay trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when performed by a knight—it was deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Enkrid cut off every first move. Every irregular opening strike Jamal tried—he saw it coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s reading everything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was he just responding by instinct?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal didn’t know—but Enkrid had mastered formal fencing and Acker’s Spiderweb swordsmanship to the point of muscle memory, thanks to the thoughts sealed inside his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Jamal’s trickery seemed amateurish in comparison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acker had once fought madly against knights using swordplay alone—he was a master of manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If what Enkrid learned from the cursed sword Tutor was like a child’s wooden toy, then what Acker had left him was the blade of a true master—razor-sharp and fatal even if it merely grazed you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal, halfway into his mind-games, was starting to feel pressured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he twisted his body and footwork to confuse, Enkrid’s Will imbued clear intention into every move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal saw it—the path of Enkrid’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head. Chest. Legs. Back of the hand. Neck. Then shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second—his entire body was targeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw it clearly—a glimpse into the very near future, with sharp insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword cutting through his whole body—simultaneously?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Will at work. Enkrid’s manipulation through Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gift from Acker, now fully awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re doing some strange shit, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that if he stayed in place, it wouldn’t just graze his chin—he’d end up with a hole somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he leapt far back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This movement—right now—was proof of his experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the situation just before, choosing to retreat had not been easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once one sees a future where they're struck by a blade, most become too occupied just trying to block the incoming attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to leap away entirely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doing so would nullify the formless strike of Will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Enkrid extend his Will further to reach him even now that he had pulled back? Could it work again if he tried it twice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless this was a game of tag, there was no point repeating something that had already failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after he retreated did Jamal fully grasp the trick Enkrid had used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was that... Will?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal, blessed with overwhelming talent, had reached this point because of it. That’s also why he had the insight to recognize what his opponent had just done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t replicate the technique himself—not precisely—but he understood the principle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t mean he could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Troublesome...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of moment where cold sweat could form along your spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Jamal felt a thrill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had it been since he’d felt this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he first picked up a sword, there had been very few who could challenge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first real threat to his life was the monster named Barnas Hurrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That beast of a man was truly beyond human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, there were few—very few—who had given him even the slightest tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in recent years, such moments had become rarer still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights couldn’t just wander around looking for fights. In truth, he didn’t even get many chances to clash with real enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, an opponent who made his heart race—was also a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal wore his joy openly. But the source of that tension—Enkrid—remained completely composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Now I’m serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal said, and swung his sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more tricky footwork or half-measures—this was a direct assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck with a speed that left no time for thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast—faster still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment one realized Jamal’s sword had moved, Enkrid had to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now stripped of all tremor, Jamal’s blade focused entirely on speed—like a bolt of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid responded immediately. If he didn’t, he’d die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal’s blade soared upward, then came crashing down in a vertical arc—Enkrid spun his sword to deflect and counter-thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal evaded, swinging his sword horizontally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—ting—tatang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew constantly between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who could properly follow the fight would hesitate to name either as having the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal looked like he was about to be pushed back—but always found a way to extend his blade, stabbing, slashing—just enough to connect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the trajectory and speed of his sword were more threatening than the ghouls Enkrid had faced in the gray forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not been a knight, Enkrid wouldn’t have been able to dodge these blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, all those slashes rained down—and Enkrid blocked every single one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had adapted slightly to the speed, and now began mixing attacks into his defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when Jamal spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Let me tell you about my specialty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused to catch his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better to die knowing than to glare at me in ignorance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THWAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their swords clashed again, a large spray of sparks bursting between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue and red light scattered in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rising heat was strong enough to push back the sunlight itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that space, their Wills surged—pressing outward like invisible shockwaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers watching were slack-jawed, their minds blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier even screamed as a stone, kicked up by the fight, slammed into his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the outside, it looked like a storm was raging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could follow the movement of their blades—how they clashed, where they aimed—it was all a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then a voice echoed from within that storm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The name of my sword... is Seizure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal’s engraved weapon was not tough like Oara’s sword, nor was it as light as someone else’s. It resembled an ordinary longsword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Will imbued into it absorbed and scattered the Will of others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With Seizure, I don’t get tired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a person grasps Will and steps into the realm of knights, the first thing they learn is limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal had reached that limit. And then he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I could take it instead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did his ability manifest this way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because, from a young age, taking from others had been his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had stolen his brother’s place. Stolen his father’s house. Born a bastard, he had now become master of the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d taken a wrong step, he might’ve ended up just another thug with a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight who knew only how to steal—that was Jamal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To go deeper—Seizure was not meant to own what it took. It simply scattered the Will within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he pulled out every last drop of Will, it wouldn’t become his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t how Will worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it looked that way to his opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the wave attacks, all the formal swordplay, the rapid slashes—had just been setups to use this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once clashed, the enemy would feel their strength being sapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If an opponent had one unit of Will, they'd need three to match Jamal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long can you last?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamal grinned with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...hadn’t been listening to him for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had taken from the realm of consciousness with Acker—he had re-forged through battle, made real through training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was just repeating that in this real battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I’m losing my mind here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was just too much fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a kind of joy Enkrid had never felt before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That exhilaration—it set his blood ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>",2329,"2026-05-30T08:28:24.043Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","27ca95c92968cb219bdb3f9d6ac60e09cb32bdedbee3b67c7c50a85fb6f604f7","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-537","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-535",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]