Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 337: How Strong

"We can’t kill him," Godfrey said, turning toward Isaac. "What reason will you offer? To everyone else, he’s rebuilding the cohort. Sure, there were losses—painful ones—but that’s all there is to it."

Isaac averted his gaze.

"He’s no friend, though," Isolde shot back.

"He isn’t. Even if you desire it, killing Saul is impossible. He’s incredibly strong, and according to Lucy, he commands three summons."

"Four. Dax counts as his summon too," Lucy clarified.

Godfrey nodded. "Four. Those black knights of his are surely at peak Progenitor level or Titled gods, just like his initial summon—which could be his most powerful. Assume he has three Titled gods; even in their rank, they stand out as exceptionally mighty."

"So, we just let him be?" Isolde questioned.

"I think we ought to follow his lead. Exploit the dungeons to power up before Ruination arrives. When it does, Titled gods like us will become prey too." Godfrey eyed each of them.

"I understand," Snow responded.

Right then, Rick arrived. "It’s time. Sparring in the scorching afternoon won’t do," he murmured to Godfrey.

Having notified Godfrey, Rick departed.

Godfrey stood up. He itched to challenge Rick personally. Facing off against such a colossal entity promised to boost his strength.

"What’s happening?" Snow arched a brow.

"They’re gearing up to spar," Isolde answered.

"Godfrey’s sparring with the butler?" Isaac doubted.

They had to move. Everyone headed to the gym—a vast space, practically its own structure apart from the main mansion. From the mezzanine, Isolde and the rest observed Godfrey, clad in a white shirt and black trousers, squaring off against Rick in all-white attire.

Fingerless gloves adorned both fighters as they positioned themselves on the expansive platform. Gym machines dotted the surrounding areas in their respective zones.

Rick’s dark hair draped across his brow. A shadow beard framed his face, paired with serene brown eyes. Rick exuded utter normalcy. His build and stature hovered just shy of six feet.

In every way, he seemed like an everyday guy. Utterly unremarkable. Even so, his physical prowess remained superhuman, though it paled against his mana-fueled Dragon Servant transformation.

Godfrey stood about twenty feet distant. Suppressors restrained him, as Rick aimed to mirror his power. Having tested Godfrey’s ability to hoist a thousand kilos single-handedly, along with his impressive speed and reactions, Rick calibrated his approach to match those feats.

’Over a thousand years old he might be, yet I possess Mastery. My knights’ skills aren’t rooted in ancient martial arts, but they’ll aid me.’

"A servant to a dragon king. A force unmatched even among Ancient gods. If the butler truly is that, then predicting this spar’s victor is tricky," Snow assessed.

Isaac stroked his chin. Suddenly, Neila materialized next to him. All eyes turned her way.

The sight of the spider god startled Lucy and Isolde.

Neila rested against the railing. "The dragon servant takes this spar, no question. It’s no contest. You’re pitting a human under twenty, powers shackled, against a guardian who repelled hordes of mighty invaders from a dragon king’s realm. He’d win blindfolded."

"That’s fine by me. My dad never beat Rick. Godfrey’s up against an ancient powerhouse; defeat brings no disgrace. This bout hones his techniques," Isolde fired back, eyes fixed ahead, ignoring Neila.

From her left eye’s edge, Neila shot her a look.

"He’s the shadow king. He won’t go down without a fight. Godfrey’s bound to stun Rick," Isaac grinned, as Neila rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

This human operated under suppression. Were his companions all out of their minds?

Lucy paid no mind to the outcome, thrilled simply that her friends reunited after so long.

In that instant, Rick charged at Godfrey, vaulted forward, and slammed his knee toward his face—only for Godfrey to guard with crossed arms.

Sadly, Rick’s fist caught him off guard. The knee had lowered his guard. He figured that was the end of it, yet the punch descended from overhead without pause.

Rick had orchestrated the combo seamlessly. The fist smashed into Godfrey’s left eye.

Godfrey yanked one leg rearward, slamming it down to brace against the force hurling him back.

"He’s bleeding!" Isaac exclaimed, as crimson dripped from the gash over Godfrey’s left eye.

Isolde pressed her lips tight. Injuries in spars were routine, particularly with Rick involved. That’s how she’d forged her pain endurance—though it fell short against Sylphiette’s leg-freezing, shattering assault.

Isolde desperately wished for the spar to wrap up quickly. She hadn't realized when her eyes had squeezed shut. Witnessing her husband getting battered was something she couldn't bear.

"Are you upset?" Rick inquired while advancing again. His motions were equally rapid and distinctive. Swaying side to side with a crouched posture, he raised his fist level with his face.

A boxing move.

Godfrey readied himself for the assault. His gaze and stance followed Rick's path precisely, detecting the feint and pivoting toward the true strike originating from the opposite flank.

'Got you!' Godfrey thought triumphantly inside, yet Rick abruptly vaulted upward, deflecting Godfrey's arm aside and crashing into his chin!

No one comprehended how Rick executed such maneuvers. They were utterly inhuman. Pulling off those rapid transitions required beyond mere technique—intense bodily conditioning to withstand the intense strain and sudden shifts in direction.

Normally... such actions were impossible.

Any strike might turn out to be a ruse. Rick remained utterly unpredictable.

Watching Godfrey reel backward with his head flung toward the sky, Rick spread his arms wide. "Is that all? I might as well start a training lesson if this is all you've got."

"He's taunting him. Godfrey will want to hit back after those blows, and these taunts will make him want to hit back even more, increasing his chances of making a mistake."

Snow remarked. Isolde winced but kept her gaze averted.

Godfrey wasn't the first to fall to Rick. She gnawed her lower lip, compelling herself to remain silent and let the spar continue.

Atop the platform, Godfrey wiped his lips and let out a sigh. Would unleashing Mastery's full power become necessary? More knights had joined him since first attaining Mastery, enhancing its potency tremendously. Far surpassing an ordinary human's, his body's strength begged the question... just how formidable was it?

To stay competitive against Rick, he'd need to exert everything. Every bit of this form's mana-free power had to be set loose.