The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 593- A Knight Till The End

"A knight undefeated in any battle. A man whose devotion to Lunaris was utterly unwavering, so much that the king viewed him as his trusted right hand."

With those words spoken, Reinhardt cocked his head slightly.

"So, let me ask you this. Why would a man of that caliber accept a demon heart? Why would he turn traitor against his homeland and slaughter the king along with his family in such a ruthless manner?"

Though every window remained firmly shut, a chilling gust still swept through, fluttering the curtains and the banner of Lunaris.

Giacomo stayed silent for a beat. Suddenly, he burst into booming laughter.

"Ha... HAHAHAHA!"

Rude and outright insolent as it was to laugh at one's foe that way, Reinhardt sensed the mockery wasn't aimed at him.

No mirth filled it at all. Giacomo's laugh brimmed with scorn, remorse, anguish, and profound self-loathing.

Once the laughter faded, Giacomo rose slowly to his feet. Through the disheveled black locks framing his face shone his intense crimson gaze.

"You truly wish to know?"

An odd feeling laced those words.

Right before Reinhardt's eyes, the disgraced knight lifted one hand and raised two fingers in a straightforward gesture.

The age-old signal for a duel, passed down through countless generations.

"Want the answers? Then beat me first."

Challenge burned in Giacomo’s crimson eyes. His intent rang clear: Reinhardt must prove himself worthy of the truth.

Reinhardt gazed intently at the knight. Moments later, he gave a nod.

Yet prior to the clash, his eyes flicked toward Cecilia at his side.

After pondering briefly, he retrieved an unused item from his [Dimensional Storage]—one he'd never before needed.

A luminous halo materialized from the spatial ring.

Edged sharply with a distinctive pattern, it exuded an air of sacred peril, akin to a holy circlet that doubled as a deadly tool.

Among the trio of treasures from Dioanax, this was one.

The rest were the Divine Sword- Solar Edge and Divine Armor- Celestial Vanguard.

Reinhardt let the halo float gently into the air, where it hovered serenely over Cecilia’s head.

Before she could respond, he spun and strode toward Giacomo.

Halting at a proper range, he extended his hand once more, drawing forth another object from the [Dimensional Storage].

A dazzling sword of radiant brilliance, etched with elegant patterns and starry streaks along its lengthy edge, manifested in the chamber.

It was the Divine Sword- Solar Edge itself.

Reinhardt then mirrored Giacomo's duel gesture.

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Tension thickened the air as the pair faced off.

For tense seconds once the duel commenced, both remained still.

Reinhardt held his ground, gripping Solar Edge firmly. Opposite him, Giacomo fixed him with a piercing stare, hand poised on his sword's pommel.

To any bystander, it appeared as if nothing happened. Yet the duel raged on in truth.

Heroes among knights, like these two, could fight without budging an inch.

Through breath rhythms, muscle tautness, subtle weight shifts, and hilt holds, they foresaw each other's strikes by deciphering habits and tells.

For such knights, this intuitive reading came as naturally as inhaling.

The mood turned oppressive in that instant. Even the atmosphere refused to stir between them.

That's when Giacomo struck first, blurring from his position. The marble tiles cracked under the force of his explosive velocity.

In the very next heartbeat, a sharp whistle of air sliced from Reinhardt’s flank.

CLANG...

Blades met in a shower of sparks that illuminated the room.

Solar Edge blocked Giacomo’s strike just as it neared his neck.

Giacomo twisted his hold, unbalancing the clash. His sword veered toward Reinhardt’s torso.

But Solar Edge met it preemptively, denying any approach.

With superhuman agility, he evaded and vanished again, reappearing elsewhere.

Reinhardt anticipated it this time, launching a kick precisely at his landing spot.

In that fleeting instant, Giacomo adjusted his balance with a spin, narrowly escaping the blow.

Flowing seamlessly from there, he thrust at Reinhardt.

CLANG...

The parry held firm.

Yet the assault pressed on relentlessly.

Through deft adjustments in grip and steps, the blade's path twisted repeatedly, striking from devious vantage points.

Against this relentless barrage, Reinhardt countered with his supreme sword skills and maneuvers.

CLANG... CLANG... CLANG...

Blades clashed repeatedly with dazzling speed. Every impact exploded with tremendous power, erupting showers of sparks resembling tiny suns.

Movements blurred at such incredible velocity that afterimages barely kept pace.

From her distant vantage point, Cecilia saw the pair as luminous streaks smashing together amid the throne room.

Every clash unleashed shockwaves rippling across the hall. The sheer force hurled Cecilia back several meters from the raging pressure.

Watching Giacomo strike with ruthless accuracy—each stab targeting arteries, joints, or the heart—her breath hitched sharply.

Earlier, she had witnessed Giacomo the knight in action. She saw him butcher Lunaris's royal knights like mere insects. His terror was etched in her mind.

Yet astonishingly, her rescuer knight confronted this monstrous foe directly. Even better, he held his ground without yielding an inch.

Each assault got blocked, diverted, or riposted with flawless ease.

BOOM!

Blades met once more. The resulting shockwave shattered the chamber's last pillars.

Beyond that, the immense clash pressure pulverized the stone floor beneath.

Cecilia staggered back further, shoved almost thirty meters distant.

Gazing at the distant dueling knights, disbelief filled her eyes.

Could this truly be a clash of mere humans?

With Cecilia's low level and no exposure to an Extreme Knight—let alone a Hero—the battle appeared utterly baffling to her.

But a veteran high-ranking knight present would grasp the reality at once.

Reinhardt wasn't just matching evenly. He dominated the battle's rhythm entirely, steering and shifting it to suit his advantage.

Like a maestro directing an orchestra.

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Giacomo charged ahead.

Simultaneously, Reinhardt angled his blade just a touch.

The blow glanced off Solar Edge.

Then in a seamless motion, Reinhardt’s sword darted forth.

CLANG...

A shallow gash appeared on Giacomo’s shoulder. Blood misted through the air as Giacomo’s red eyes widened faintly.

That strike lacked raw power. Yet the blade sliced his armor like tissue?

Giacomo's armor was no common gear. As a Paragon of Lunaris, he received top resources, with his custom armor forged from supreme materials.

Still, it offered zero defense against Reinhardt’s sword.

This revealed the opponent's blade sharpness.

A Holy Sword!

Realization dawned on Giacomo, prompting a smile.

"Heh..."

Right then, he released his full might.

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Activating each Transcendent State in sequence, he hit the peak of his Sword Art [Absolute Stillness].

Now, he shattered every personal boundary.

Reinhardt honored the knight fittingly, as [Divine Remembrance] Divine Trait activated, flooding his mind with battle wisdom from endless fights.

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"[Holy Blade Arts]."

He whispered the words softly.

Instantly, the hall's atmosphere shifted anew.

Before, oppressive pressure had choked the space; now, it vanished entirely, as though never there.

From elite swordmasters, they seemed abruptly mundane—that's how Cecilia viewed it.

Yet mundane didn't signal weakness. Far from it; this form transcended all comprehension.

The aura and pressure hadn't vanished; they now served as weapons mastered by the duo.

Giacomo chuckled roughly, whirling his blade in a savage curve toward Reinhardt’s neck.

Reinhardt dodged low and whipped Solar Edge upward.

CLANG... CLANG...

In mere instants, dozens of exchanges flew by, their duel now spanning the whole hall.