The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 568- Eleanor In Peril? Achieve Level 6!! (4)

Naturally, his command over it wasn't flawless, relying on luck for its deployment. Still, he'd truly brushed against those transcendent realms.

Furthermore, bolstered by [Tiamat’s] support, the battle's momentum rapidly swung in his direction.

"Brat, I will peel your skin!"

Fury consumed the man as he lunged once more, completely disregarding his wounds.

Kevin, merged with [Gleaming Linesight], effortlessly dodged aside, extended his leg, and sent the brute crashing headlong into a decorative pillar.

The whole framework crumbled, entombing him beneath splintered timber.

From across the fray, Cerberus's leader observed his subordinates stumbling.

Swift and synchronized—these pretend knights, he mused, were in truth elite warriors with exceptional talent. Their blade work was polished, their instincts razor-sharp.

They battled like genuine knights—no, authentic True Knights.

That epiphany nearly terrified him senseless. But upon reflection, he dismissed it.

Though formidable, these youths weren't level 6. They hovered below, near level 5.

"So these are the Seven Great Knight Orders of Solaris, damn monsters."

Teeth grinding, he noted that Cerberus members all exceeded level 6, yet they couldn't overpower True Knights who accessed Transcendent States.

Against regular knights, however, Cerberus fighters could easily dominate.

Indeed, slay several, as his bounty urged him to do.

But against mere level 5 youngsters, victory eluded them still.

Cerberus's leader scanned the surrounding skirmishes.

On one side, Gwen wove amid three foes, her blade threading between them, disrupting their rhythm and unbalancing them.

Her sword prowess and water-affinity abilities revealed their full might, parrying every assault with merciless accuracy.

On another front, Rolan held firm, swords interlocked, single-handedly staving off two massive bruisers.

Their blows hammered his defense relentlessly, yet he stood immovable, soaking up the punishment before countering with devastating force.

Making utmost use of the techniques and teachings from the Temple of Light.

"Tch." The leader smacked his tongue in irritation.

"We can’t stall. You, you and you. Assist the bald idiot. Rest, take care of the ones on the outer perimeter." His hand rose, indicating three shadows trailing him.

Orders issued, he wasted no time, vanishing in a blur.

Cerberus underlings sprang into action per his directive.

He himself targeted their primary objective.

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Sparks erupted as Delicia and the pair of bandits reeled from a brutal collision.

She realigned her stance, gaze locked on the foes. Poised to strike anew, her senses blared alarms in her skull.

In a flash, she angled her sword defensively.

Sparks flew immediately, Cerberus's leader materializing beside her.

Such velocity!

Delicia leaped away, secured Eleanor's position, and eyed the intruder with a dour face.

"I’ll take that woman." The leader drawled casually, propping his massive broadsword over his shoulder.

Delicia inhaled deeply, positioning herself as a shield before Eleanor.

"Take one more step, and I’ll make sure you never walk again."

"Heh." Her warning met only a derisive snort from Cerberus's leader.

Instantly, the air thickened. A choking killing intent warped the surroundings, smothering Delicia.

Her gut shrieked for flight. This foe dwarfed the rest of Cerberus's thugs.

Far too perilous.

Yet against a vastly superior adversary, she held fast without fleeing.

No chatterer, the leader acted post-declaration.

His foot shifted, body blinked, reappearing at Delicia's flank.

She twisted just in time, evading the slash grazing her cheek, slicing a thin gash before slamming into the wall beyond.

BOOM...

The slash's force exploded, shattering wall and floor, hurling rubble in all directions.

Incredibly swift!

Delicia's eyes widened at the cheek wound. No chance to even catch breath, much less respond.

Though startled within, Cerberus's leader masked it, pressing the assault with stoic features.

Strikes chained seamlessly, fluid as a river.

Delicia fell back repeatedly, scarcely parrying. Each clash jolted her wrists raw, shoulders aflame.

He had mastered it. No question.

Their bout confirmed it: Cerberus's leader transcended raw skills and stats.

He'd attained the Transcendent State.

Small wonder no gaps appeared. His motions flowed perfectly, without excess.

Delicia panted heavily. Prior tussle with bandits while guarding Eleanor had drained her fully.

Now versus this barrier-breaking leader, peril escalated wildly.

Blades jammed momentarily. One wrenched free, arcing viciously upward.

Delicia blocked with crossed sword at the last instant. The force hurled her sliding rearward.

Blood seeped from her mouth's edge, arms quaking. Logic screamed mismatch—in stats, skills, transcendent realm, he outclassed her utterly.

Still, confronting this absurd foe, she silenced all rationale.

Her once-genius pride forbade retreat. More so, failing Reinhardt was unthinkable.

Halting her tumble, she straightened resolutely. Gaze victory-bound, she met the enemy repeatedly.

Quicker, keener, mightier.

Delicia's thoughts roared. Her form obeyed. No more deliberation. No dread. No pause.

Instinct claimed her wholly.

Thus, her innate gifts ignited. Her blade hummed against the leader's in symphony.

Kevin and company, witnessing, would gape in shock.

That melody from her sword rang familiar.

It echoed what they'd heard countless times: Commander Reinhardt wielding his sword in [Holy Blade Art] drills, the Divine Testament of the Sword.

Now, her grasp of First and Second Light deepened steadily.

Simultaneously, holy power radiated from her, mending strained sinews as she strained utmost.

Heart pounding like thunder, fiery blood surged through veins, plunging her into trance.

Will expanded, sword fused with mind, bounds vanished.

Here, mind, blade, breath unified—or rather, she entered the state of

Steel resounded. Desperate motions turned precise.

Slash.

Parry.

Spin.

Counter.

Crudeness refined to grace. Dullness sparkled like cut gemstone.

Delicia's shell cracked away. Emerging: the confident genius reborn.

Buried potential, crushed by doubt and terror, burst volcanically.

Delicia's sword gleamed, flawlessly unleashing First and Second Light of [Holy Blade Art].

What?! Leader's gaze wavered. Battle's first, he retreated unsteadily.

Again and again, clashes left him yielding ground.

What sorcery? Unease rising, he deployed heavier arts. Shockwaves fractured earth, leveling the mansion.

Then he scrutinized her truly.

Even breaths, piercing sight, flawless guard.

Adapted to him? Beyond: she'd ascended to his transcendent plane.

Impossible!

Unthinkable. He'd gauged her mid-clash—capable against False Knights at best.

No matching a True Knight like him.