The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 567- Eleanor In Peril? Achieve Level 6!! (3)

Delicia's blade sliced through the air in a blinding silver streak, moving too swiftly for any eye to follow.

The targeted bandit just barely reacted, twisting aside at the last instant. Still, the sword's edge grazed his cheek, spilling blood.

'You!' The man staggered away, hand pressed to his face. The wound was minor, but a split-second delay would have severed his head from his neck.

Delicia ignored the braggart entirely. After shoving him aside, she charged directly at the bandit gripping Eleanor.

That bandit parried her strike successfully. Yet he sensed the swing lacked full power. This woman aimed for their captive.

One hand kept the bandit occupied with a block, while her other yanked Eleanor free from his hold.

In the next instant, she leaped backward to create space. She believed she'd pulled it off.

Sudden agony burst from her shoulders. A vicious elbow smashed her ribs, then a brutal kick hurled her sliding across the stone ground.

Delicia tumbled but managed to shield Eleanor close to her chest.

At that point, she grasped her mistake in underestimating these bandits. They were battle-hardened veterans of great strength. The sneak attacker from her flank was the very bandit whose cheek she'd sliced moments earlier.

'You wench!'

Meanwhile, Kevin and his companions sprang into action. But before covering half the ground, shadowy figures dropped from hiding, cutting off their advance.

Additional Cerberus thugs.

With Cerberus now revealed, an oppressive aura crushed down on all those there. They not only halted Kevin, Gwen, and Rolan but sealed every exit, encircling the entire group.

'Kyahaha, kids, I adore the noise you make as your bones snap.'

A hulking bald brute, his scalp etched with ancient scars, advanced while tonguing his blade's edge. His gaze locked on Kevin before shifting to Gwen and Rolan.

What's with this freak?

A cold shiver raced up Kevin and Rolan's backs.

Gwen drew her sword deliberately, her expression distant and regal, paying the bald thug no heed.

'?'

This wasn't the response he craved.

Typically, his massive build and menacing vibe terrified youths their age into shrieking with mere threats. But these three stood firm, their stares laced with derision.

'Cut the showboating. If you're killing them, get on with it.'

The Cerberus leader, witnessing this, tsked in annoyance. He jabbed a finger at the pair handling the kidnapping and barked for speed.

'You two, quit messing around? Slay that wench and wrap it up. No time to waste.'

Too many witnesses lurked, and with their notorious reputation and wanted posters, word of their presence would soon hit the regional knights.

Reinforcements would swarm this spot inevitably.

The Cerberus boss had zero interest in lingering for a clash with those knights and their elite sword arts.

'Got it.'

Cerberus members assented and closed in.

Their goal shone obvious: massacre all to erase every witness.

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The situation flipped disastrously in a flash, leaving the novice squires momentarily stunned.

Normally, Senior Silvia led their unit, with Vangeance as backup commander. Both brought vast combat wisdom to guide them. Absent now, the squad lacked direction.

Kevin stepped up on reflex, mouth opening without words ready.

That's when Delicia called out orders.

'I'll safeguard Lady Eleanor. Rolan, Gwen, protect the crew. Kevin, stall the stage foes. Watch out—they're tough.'

Fresh from her minor reversal, Delicia cautioned them. She could've dodged entirely if desired, but that would've forfeited Eleanor's rescue chance.

Right—they had Delicia, the ex-knight with loads of fighting know-how.

Kevin and the rest acknowledged and shifted per her commands.

Gwen and Rolan dashed to check the Cerberus goons after the crew, stranding Kevin against the bald brute.

Cerberus's arrival ignited total chaos. The crew, stunned to be hit in daylight village safety, scattered in terror.

Temple of Light members reacted fast, corralling the rampaging Cerberus attackers.

The fight split into three zones.

Deep inside the mansion zone, Delicia battled two Cerberus foes while guarding Eleanor.

Nearby at the production stand with cameras and staff, Kevin confronted the bald man plus extra Cerberus.

Outskirts held Gwen and Rolan blocking exit-guarding Cerberus.

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Delicia clutched Eleanor tighter.

Both bandits lunged. Their breaths stayed steady, guards tight with few gaps. Their style screamed true killers forged in bloody wars.

Their blows landed mercilessly.

These Cerberus pair approached her warily too. They'd pegged her as mere decoration at first, but facts proved different.

'This chick's no newbie.' One grumbled.

They struck as one.

Blades gleamed from both sides, high and low, compelling Delicia to whirl while sheltering Eleanor behind.

Her sword clashed the overhead blow, sparks bursting on impact, as her heel snapped into the low attacker's jaw.

He reeled away, coughing blood and bellowing rage.

'Fuck, I'll end her.'

Already humiliated by her near-beheading, now kicked like trash.

The duo's assault intensified, bearing down relentlessly.

Delicia fell back steadily, twisting, blocking, her sword and form flowing like choreography. Versus these bandits, she unleashed her full repertoire.

Gradually, her actions sharpened to precision, efficient, each motion purposeful. Her blade danced like thunderbolts, steps flawless.

Over and over, she shattered their tempo, driving them off. Her latent power and ingrained combat instincts stirred awake now.

The Cerberus duo packed strength but couldn't land a hit.

Over with Kevin, the bout veered into utter madness.

'SCREAM FOR ME, BRAT!'

The Cerberus bald man bellowed, looming to terrify with his bulk. Rippling muscles wielded a massive axe, swings mighty enough to shatter rocks.

Kevin evaded with ease. The axe cratered the floor, embedding deep in stone.

Before yanking it out, Kevin planted a foot on the handle, vaulted, and kneed the bald man's brow dead-on.

BANG... Blood gushed from his shattered nose, teeth rattling free.

Already grotesque, more pummeling from Kevin turned him into a brutish ape-lookalike.

Kevin buzzed about him like a furious wasp.

Left, punch.

Right, pommel strike.

Back, kick.

Front, headbutt.

Axe cleave.

The bald man unleashed a storm of swings.

'Stand still!!'

Yet every one missed. He whirled dizzily, flailing blindly, striking only air—and once his own foot.

The agony of self-axing one's foot needs no description. Clutching it, the bald man wailed comically, straight out of Tom and Jerry.

How'd it sour? It began strong, his raw power dominating the kid.

Soon, though, every move got predicted, shoving him defensive.

He never realized his foe was a sword prodigy.

Trained in blades by his master from youth, honing further sans mana aptitude, Kevin mastered basics of , , and even , the three transcendent states.