Chapter 194: Knock Them All Down!

Jier took the initiative to walk toward the three caravan guards who were shrinking back. These three were still discussing how to deal with Jier without injuring him, but Jier walked straight up, raised his foot, and delivered a heavy kick aimed directly at the abdomen of the guard in front of him.

This man immediately drew in his body and tightened his stomach, while the small round shield in his left hand blocked Jier's line of attack. This defensive technique was very standard and elegant; the only problem was that this guard overlooked the fact that Jier was a powerhouse of the Knight Rank, and the strength behind his every move far exceeded that of a normal person.

The guard's move might have worked against a normal human enemy, but it was ineffective against a Knight whose strength surpassed that of a normal person.

With a "Bang!", Jier kicked the opponent's small shield in his left hand, sending both the shield and the man flying several meters away. He hit the ground like a tumbling gourd, rolling at least seven or eight times before he began to wail in pain with his left hand twisted at an unnatural angle, shouting in agony while rolling on the ground.

After kicking the guard in front of him away, the hair of the people on the left and right stood on end. Subconsciously, they closed in from the left and right toward Jier, who was surrounded in the middle. But Jier was not panicked at all; ignoring the guard on the left, he lowered his body and exerted force, slamming directly into the caravan guard on the right with an "Iron Mountain Lean" maneuver.

The man on the right had originally intended to swing the small shield in his left hand and follow up with a charged right hook, but seeing Jier's charging movement, he subconsciously retracted the small shield he had been swinging and blocked it in front of his chest.

The next moment, with a "Bang!", this man met the same result as the former, being fiercely knocked flying several meters away. After hitting the ground, his chest hurt so much he couldn't catch his breath, his left arm was twisted and fractured, and the man began to shout in pain while gasping for air in distress.

At this moment, the caravan guard who had been on Jier's left, having missed his attack, immediately retreated in horror as Jier turned around after finishing his move.

At the same time, he shouted, "What is going on? This Knight is so strong!"

Jier smiled and said while stepping forward, "Isn't this normal? Knights are just strong. Didn't you know?"

Everyone certainly knew, but in reality, the vast majority of people either did not know a Knight Lord and only understood these people through word-of-mouth stories, or they had seen them with their own eyes, but since Knights were mostly clad in armor and galloping on warhorses in battle, it was difficult to have a concrete perception of how astonishing the actual strength of a Knight was if one had only watched from afar.

For example, right now, all the onlookers realized that although Jier was young, as a Knight, his strength was far beyond that of a normal person; if hit by his fist or kick, a normal person would be sent flying and knocked to the ground.

After asking that teasing question, Jier quickened his pace and rapidly caught up to the retreating caravan guard. Amidst the man's terrified expression, Jier grabbed the small shield the man was using to block, and with a pull of his right hand, the man's posture immediately distorted, his body being pulled entirely into Jier's embrace, regardless of the fact that this caravan guard was a hundred-kilogram burly man, or how much his feet wanted to maintain balance or stay on the ground.

But Jier reached down with his left hand to support the man's abdomen, exerting force to lift him high into the air with ease.

"Ahhhhh! Put me down! Put me down!"

Being lifted up by Jier with one hand, the man was terrified and wailed loudly.

"As you wish, heh." Jier gave a wicked smile, exerted force with his left hand, and flung the lifted caravan guard toward the crowd of other caravan guards who were watching.

Whoosh—the crowd was knocked down like bowling pins, falling into a chaotic mess.

Jier clapped his hands, seemingly just getting into the mood. He glanced at the Church Priest who was using a Divine Art to pray for the healing of a fracture. Seeing that the other party said nothing, he waved to the remaining caravan guards: "Don't say I'm bullying you. I'm empty-handed; take out your weapons and come at me together."

Provoked like this, many of the caravan guards had their faces flushed red with anger, but they still had some sense of proportion. After drawing the long swords, changdao, and single-handed axes from their waists, they did not swarm him all at once, but instead sent out five caravan guards, intending to test the pressure.

After all, when both sides were empty-handed, three caravan guards were no match for the young Knight, but when one side used weapons and the other remained empty-handed, the risk and pressure were vastly different.

Among all the onlookers, only the merchants were not very clear about this; the others, including the soldiers standing on the barracks wall in the distance watching, all understood the pressure and risk of facing an armed enemy while empty-handed.

Basically, it was almost impossible for one person to win while empty-handed against an armed enemy, let alone facing five armed caravan guards wearing basic protective gear all at once.

Even if the caravan guards had no murderous intent, this was not easy to deal with, or rather, even if Jier was a Knight Rank powerhouse different from ordinary people, it would be extremely difficult to win this round.

People whispered to one another; some worried for Jier, some placed bets on the impending fight, and some cheered secretly, hoping both sides would fight fiercely for a good show. Others were terrified that the duel would escalate into a brawl, then spiral out of control into disorderly slaughter, ruining everything.

People of different identities and different stances had different thoughts in their hearts, and the situations they displayed were also different.

But for Jier, none of this mattered.

He simply became excited, his spirit highly concentrated, and the muscles all over his body were ready to burst forth with powerful strength at any moment. Beneath the skin covered by his clothes, the Life Energy throughout his body also became active, ready to be mobilized at Jier's will, allowing a certain strike Jier needed to erupt with strength unimaginable to ordinary people.

Not only that, Jier also utilized the Knight skill Bell had given him while in Sasi County, allowing his Life Energy to dwell in his limbs, upon his muscles and tendons, to assist muscle activity at any time, thereby reducing the body's activity consumption and physical exhaustion.

This was a Knight Life Energy utilization skill he had only barely learned recently; it required him to divert a portion of his spirit and attention during battle to additionally control the Life Energy within his body to assist physical activity, which could make his combat consumption lower and his combat power stronger. Although it was not a direct enhancement, it was still quite good.

As for the other more powerful Knight skill he had obtained, Jier had not yet mastered it, so he would not make a fool of himself by showing it now.

"Come, fight!"

Jier shouted, not staying in place to be surrounded, but moving instead. With rapid footwork, he circled in a large arc, but moved with extreme speed to the side of the five caravan guards.

He did not raise his leg to kick, because in rapid combat, raising a leg to kick was far less fast and easy than a direct collision.

It was just like that now; before the five caravan guards could react, Jier vanished from their sight with a "swish" and flashed to the right side to launch an attack. Even though the caravan guard on the far right reacted through intuition and tried hard to bring his changdao across, he was too late to defend and was hit directly by Jier from the side and rear.

Bang!

This man was knocked flying sideways instantly. Not only did he fly up himself, but he also took two other nearby companions with him, knocking them to the ground in a chaotic mess.

Jier did not stop; after knocking the people away, he immediately retreated, moving with such speed that he took three small hops, backing away three meters, causing the long swords swung by the two angry caravan guards in front to hit nothing but air.

"Too slow, too slow."

Jier mocked, his footsteps accelerating forward again, heading straight for the two caravan guards who had rushed over.

These two were afraid of suffering the same impact; one tilted the long sword in his hand diagonally in front of his body in advance, while the other seized the opportunity, preparing to slash at Jier's shoulder to wound the Knight.

But Jier did not charge head-on; instead, he twisted his body and rushed along the ground in a high-speed sliding tackle, kicking the calves of the two men with his feet and using his feet and his own body, which followed the impact, to knock both caravan guards over entirely.

After knocking the two down, Jier did a forward roll to get up quickly, while the two guys behind whose calf bones had been kicked and broken could only roll on the ground clutching their legs in misery.

It was not that Jier was heavy-handed—no, heavy-footed—but that his strength was just this great now. His own trained body, the body quality passively strengthened by Life Energy, the strength from actively activating Life Energy, and the various miscellaneous enhancements to his body from various gods—even if he wasn't wearing or activating his magic arm guard that enhanced strength, his power far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

He looked like a normal person now, but in terms of strength, he was even more powerful than a four- or five-meter-tall Earth Violent Bear. If Jier were to arm-wrestle a young Earth Violent Bear, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose.

—

"Don't come at me in waves, just all come at once!"

With a scolding, Jier, dressed in casual clothes, hopped continuously with small movements to the left and right, flickering left and right, elusive and unpredictable.

The remaining nine caravan guards saw that if they couldn't even suppress a young Knight who had no armor on him at all, they would definitely be looked down upon by the local merchants.

Face was a secondary matter; not being able to get jobs afterward and affecting their income would be fatal.

"Attack! Form up!"

The bearded guard leading them shouted, tapping the shield in his hand twice with the changdao he held. Afterward, the other guards moved in closely and quickly, their weapons facing outward, while their small shields protected the vital parts of their torsos.

Their eyes were fixed on Jier, relying on each other as if they were going to link together to avoid being broken by Jier one by one.

As the bearded guard acting as the temporary leader shouted, the nine men took a big step forward.

"Hoo!"

Ta!

"Hoo!"

Ta!

The changdao and long swords in the guards' hands either thrust forward or feinted a slash; each person changed the movements in their hands with different actions, making it dazzling and overwhelming, leaving one not knowing how to respond.

Jier, however, chuckled. Looking at the nine caravan guards arranged in a tight row, his body suddenly lowered, and then with a "hum," he suddenly flashed to the side of the man on the left of the guards.

Immediately following this, Jier grabbed the right hand of the person on the very edge—the hand holding a weapon—with his own right hand, pressed his left hand against the person's armpit and chest cavity, and then pushed with a sudden burst of force.

"Hey—"

Jier exhaled to exert force, his feet carving prints into the solid ground, and then, like pushing over building blocks, he shoved the tightly packed formation of guards standing in a row, causing them to topple and scatter.

They were crowded together in a chaotic mess; some wanted to dash away quickly but tripped over others and were dragged to the ground, while others fell directly and were trampled by the feet of their companions.

Some tried to push back, but it was impossible; Jier's strength was like a carriage pulled by several horses, not something an ordinary person could resist with their own power.

After a futile struggle, seven or eight guards collapsed into a heap on the ground, cursing their companions and the shameless Jier in confusion.

As Jier passed by the people cursing in confusion, he kicked them unconscious one by one, then faced the last remaining leader, the bearded Caravan guard.

This man's face flushed red, as if he had lost so much face that he couldn't bear to be seen.

This is the last chance, he thought to himself.

If he still couldn't defeat this young Knight—no, forget about defeating him, even just landing one effective hit would be enough!

But Jier didn't give him the chance at all; with a forward dash, he feinted past the bearded guard's quick counterattack.

The man was highly focused, and almost the instant Jier dashed forward, he had already swung his blade down.

But this was a feint by Jier. After dashing forward half a step, Jier immediately retreated and dodged to the side. After tapping his foot on the ground, he crouched on one leg and then suddenly exerted force to spring up, launching himself with a movement impossible for an ordinary person, and kicked out fiercely with his other leg!

Bang!

Even though the bearded guard had guessed Jier's direction of attack midway through based on experience, his right-hand Changdao had already been swung out, and it was too late to retract the move to defend.

He could only desperately raise his Hand Shield, struggling to block the sudden and powerful kick.

Needless to say, he flew sideways several meters just like the other guards, rolling several times after hitting the ground.

After finally coming to a stop, the bearded guard lay flat on his back on the ground, looking at the star-studded night sky, feeling the chasm in strength for the first time.

The dozen or so of them, despite being fully armed, had not only been completely defeated by an unarmed young Knight in casual clothes, but they hadn't even landed a single effective hit.

Aside from being kicked over, they were pushed over and tossed aside, just like sacks filled with grain.

It's all over.

The bearded guard thought to himself. At the same time, a bitter, fishy taste spread in his mouth.

That was the taste of blood.

—

Jier clapped his hands and elegantly straightened his clothes.

"Now. I don't think anyone feels that the Merchants choosing the group I protect was a mistake, right?"

He looked around, then said to the Priest of the Church of the God of Wealth: "I apologize for injuring some of the guards; I am willing to pay a sum of money to cover the costs of treating their broken bones and arms."

Jier beckoned to Xueya Site, and this companion immediately stepped forward intending to take out the money, but was quickly replaced by a new Merchant who couldn't wait.

"Hehe, it was all because of the trouble we caused; we should be the ones paying this money."

"Yes, yes, how could we let you pay, Sir Knight? Priest Li Baoer, we will pay for the guards' injuries."

The Priest of the Church of the God of Wealth sighed, looking at the local Caravan guards on the ground whose morale was damaged even more than their bodies, and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

After Jier and his group left, what would the other local Caravans traveling through Ke'er Shan Jun do?

Set off without hiring guards? Or hire guards whose confidence had been shattered, as useless as rusted Iron Coins?

It would make the Bandits of Ke'er Shan Jun laugh their heads off.

"Sigh, it's all trouble. Gods above, let me have a moment of ease."

Seeming to see the troubled Priest's situation, Captain Gulisiman stood on the barracks wall and shouted to Jier: "Truly spectacular! It makes me want to get active too! Knight Jier, dare to come into the barracks and practice martial arts with our Soldiers?"

Jier turned his head sharply to look at the Soldier Captain on the nearby barracks wall and narrowed his eyes; Weier opened his mouth to stop him, but Jier raised his hand to signal him to stop.

He replied: "Sure, I just finished warming up. I'm in surprisingly good shape!"

Then he took the metal belt handed over by Aoni and equipped a few weapons on himself first.

"Siter, you and Weier go and coordinate with the newly joined Merchants. I'm going to go play with Captain Gulisiman."

After saying this loudly, he called Aoni over to give him a few whispered instructions, then smiled and strode toward the barracks gate.

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