Chapter 243: Adani, Dead!

In martial arts, speed alone breaks all defenses!

Gervas felt he now truly had the confidence to face three opponents at once.

The three bronze knights on the opposite side refused to believe it, thinking it had merely been luck and their own underestimation.

So, the three bronze knights exchanged another glance and swung their swords in a coordinated assault on Gervas.

This time, they pushed their battle qi to its absolute limit, showing not a shred of contempt, but launching their full strength.

Gervas remained calm, his feet executing the Swift Step once more, dodging left with each step light and swift.

In the blink of an eye, he slipped free of their encirclement.

The bronze knight on the left, seeing this, immediately shifted his stance and slashed diagonally toward Gervas's shoulder.

Gervas had anticipated it, bending low and sidestepping again to evade the diagonal slash.

Then came Gervas's counterattack—he drove his longsword hard into the knight's ribs.

The bronze knight never expected Gervas to dodge the slash; his sword was too slow to block.

A sharp tearing sound—his ribs were struck, the leather armor ripped open.

Puff!

Beneath the armor lay flesh and blood,

A wet thud echoed as bright red blood gushed from the knight's ribs.

Aah!

The bronze knight screamed, his body instantly drained of strength, collapsing to the ground.

The other two bronze knights were startled and immediately changed direction, rushing to surround Gervas again.

Gervas had no time to raise his sword in defense—he stepped again with the Swift Step, desperately putting distance between himself and them.

Fortunately, with the Swift Step's enhancement, he succeeded.

When he ran several meters and turned back, the two bronze knights had halted, faces dark with shock as they stared at their fallen comrade.

Their comrade was not dead yet, but his ribs were severely wounded—his combat capability reduced to zero.

"What, scared? If you're afraid, drop your swords and kneel—maybe I'll spare your lives!" Gervas sneered.

"You bastard, we'll kill you!"

Naturally, neither would surrender; the next instant, they lunged at Gervas with murderous intent.

But now they were far more cautious—even in attack, they kept their guard ready to retreat at any moment.

As a result, the battle became a stalemate.

But the problem was, Gervas wanted a swift resolution.

"Do you really think this can stop my attacks?"

Gervas snorted, pouring all his strength into the Swift Step as he surged toward the light cavalry captain on the left.

The light cavalry captain's pupils shrank—he sensed this strike might be beyond his ability to block.

But as a light cavalry captain, he was no ordinary man.

Since he could not evade, he gritted his teeth and swung his sword hard at Gervas's side instead.

This move forced Gervas to choose: take the hit or abandon his own.

If Gervas refused to trade blows, the captain could avoid the attack entirely.

What the captain never expected was that the noble before him showed no fear—instead, a faint smile curled his lips.

The next moment, as the captain's face turned deathly pale, both swords struck their targets.

Tearing! Tearing!

Puff!

The sound of leather armor splitting echoed simultaneously across the field.

But only one sound followed—the wet thud of flesh being pierced.

Ugh!

The light cavalry captain looked down at his blood-soaked chest, then at Gervas's torn leather armor, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Why was his armor torn yet his flesh unharmed?

Gervas would not tell him—he wore an inner armor forged from dragon's reverse scales.

Not even this bronze knight's strike could pierce him; even a white shadow knight would struggle to wound him unless striking straight on.

Gervas withdrew his sword!

Thud—the light cavalry captain collapsed to the ground, twitching his final, violent death dance.

Now only one bronze knight remained—the knight guarding Park.

But if three together could not stand against Gervas, one alone stood no chance.

Gervas activated the Swift Step and swiftly carved two wounds into the bronze knight.

The knight finally broke, trying to flee.

"Try to run? Too late!"

Gervas sneered, lunging forward with blinding speed.

Puff!

His longsword pierced straight through the knight's heart.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Kieran, Bell, and Adani—who were still fighting—turned ashen-faced.

They never imagined this noble could truly fight three at once—what kind of terrifying combat power was this?

Only the titled knights of ducal or marquis families were said to possess such strength!

Yet this man was merely a minor border noble!

"My lord is mighty! Ha! My lord fights three at once—his fame will shake the border!"

"Yes! My lord is mighty! Hahaha!"

At this moment, Migen and the others noticed their lord's astonishing feat and erupted in cheers.

This wasn't just a sign they would win this battle.

It proved their lord's combat talent was beyond imagination—his future achievements would surely be great.

"Well? Now who's the real threat?" Even Lei Meng, the knight captain known for his stern silence, suddenly laughed.

Adani's face turned livid with rage—this humiliation came too fast!

"Die!"

Adani unleashed a full-power slash at Lei Meng.

His intent was to force Lei Meng back, then find an opening to strike Gervas.

After all, if he killed the noble, the battle might still be salvaged.

But Lei Meng had anticipated everything—he sidestepped instantly and countered with a reverse slash.

Adani's face darkened—he abandoned his plan and frantically raised his sword to block Lei Meng's attack.

Swish! Swish!

But at that moment, a shrill whistle suddenly pierced the forest nearby.

At first, Adani ignored it.

Then, when he realized the whistle was aimed at him, he glanced with his peripheral vision—and his soul nearly fled his body.

Two massive fireballs were hurtling toward him.

"Damn it—a mage?!"

He never imagined the enemy had hidden a mage specifically to ambush him.

Had it been an archer firing arrows, he wouldn't have feared—he could simply shift his body to dodge or avoid vital points.

But a mage's fireball could be guided by spiritual force, tracking its target.

To evade it, he had to either turn and block—or flee immediately, out of the mage's spiritual range.

But the problem was—Lei Meng's sword was also screaming toward him…

Clang!

Boom! Boom!

In the end, Adani blocked Lei Meng's slash.

But the two fireballs slammed into his back and exploded.

Scorching flames, like molten lava, tore through his armor and burned over half his body.

Instantly, the reek of charred flesh filled the battlefield.

"Cowardly… cowardly!" Adani fell backward, staring at the blue sky.

He remembered those days of sword practice beneath the blue sky—his lost youth!

Ugh…

Adani, dead!