The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 707- Fierce Fight- Reinhardt Vs Drystan (3)

This level of battle was not something they could interfere in. These two weren’t ordinary people. One was the rising star of this town, and the other, a knight of this kingdom.

For these young men, it was the first time they saw their leader being blocked.

After a fierce collision, the both of them stepped back. Having gauged each other’s strength, they understood one thing.

This could not be settled easily.

Reinhardt looked at his opponent, that relaxed expression completely disappeared from his face. Going forth, to subdue this man, he would need to use some serious strength.

Slowly, he drew his sword. At this point, Reinhardt had not received his signature Holy Armor Morning Heartplate and Holy Sword Galgano. The one in his hand right now was a famed blade made of mythril.

The silver blade reflected the light from the surroundings. Across from him, the young man narrowed his eyes.

Reinhardt pointed the sword downward. "Before we continue, tell me your name."

The young man sneered. "A name? I’m just an ordinary villager. Someone as noble as you wouldn’t remember. There is no point giving you my name."

His voice carried obvious mockery. Then... SHING... He too, unsheathed his sword. Unlike Reinhardt’s knightly blade, his weapon looked plain and worn by years of use.

Yet the moment it left the scabbard, the atmosphere changed. The air turned sharp, and the atmosphere quiet. It was as if the man and sword had become one.

Reinhardt’s eyes narrowed. A swordsman, and not just any swordsman, but a top tier swordsman.

BANG... The first to make his move was the young man. He vanished from his place and turned into a streak of light that cut through the darkness. He was incredibly fast.

Reinhardt met the attack head on.

CLANG... The two blades collided. A shockwave erupted outward, sending dust into the sky. The sharp noise shattered the glass from every window and house nearby.

For a brief moment, their swords remained locked together. Neither moved. Then, the young man twisted his waist and unleashed a kick.

Reinhardt raised a knee in defence.

BANG... A dull impact echoed as both figures shot backward. Simultaneously, they both adjusted their bodies, skilfully landing on the ground.

The next second, they charged again.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

Reinhardt unleashed a sweeping cut, followed by a smooth transition of a backhand grip cross cut, and hack.

When his opponent tried to counter, he immediately deflected the force by slamming the lower body of his opponent’s sword. With every move, he was trying to find the opponent’s weakness and forcing them to err.

The confrontation continued.

Sword light filled the night. The townspeople could no longer clearly follow their movements. All they could see were flashes, a silver streak, shockwaves, and flying debris.

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Extremely strong. The young man’s expression darkened. That was the only way he could describe the knight he was facing.

In that exchange, he was severely suppressed. All of his attacks were blocked and countered. He could not even properly swing his sword.

Not only that, the opponent’s reaction speed was terrifying. Balance, timing, positioning, swordsmanship... everything was flawless down to the foundation. It was as though he was a battle machine, perfect in all aspects.

No, even machines make mistakes. This man, before him, was a monster. One that was meticulously trained since childhood.

Facing that mountain like aura, he gulped. Sweat trickled down his face, and his back felt cold. At first, he had merely wanted to teach this arrogant knight a lesson for messing with his friends.

Now? If he didn’t give his all, he believed that he might just get cut down by that knight. There was no choice; he had to enter that state.

At the same time, Reinhardt was also equally stunned. Although the other party had to expend a lot of effort, they still managed to intercept his slashes. And the counterattack followed immediately.

That smooth, natural fighting pace. That battle trained reflexes and that monstrous strength. There was no doubt... Reinhardt’s eyes sharpened.

His mind rapidly analyzed everything. This man before him was Level 7 without a doubt. His physical stats alone had crossed that stat.

Strength. Agility. Endurance. Stamina. Mana. Most of them had already reached Intermediate (High). Some had even touched High (Low).

Such talent was enough to become a captain within a knight order. Yet this person was supposedly the leader of a criminal syndicate in some backwoods town?

What ridiculous nonsense was this?

CLANG... Their swords collided again, sending a violent gust across the churchyard. Just then, Reinhardt’s instincts screamed, and he noticed something even more shocking.

This!!

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

The young man had entered the Transcendent State. That’s right, on top of being level 7, he was also a True Knight, having mastered the Transcendent State.

What’s more, given by the sharp spike in his opponent’s aura. Reinhardt guessed that they had mastered more than one state. That is to say... ] and even the was mastered.

Reinhardt’s mind spun faster. Although he was surprised, he wasn’t taken aback. Given the performance his opponent showed, this was only to be expected.

Although his swordsmanship lacked refinement compared to High Ranking Knights, the foundations were undeniably there. This wasn’t self taught swordsmanship. Someone had guided him.

Someone extremely qualified.

BOOM... The young man stepped forward. His sword flowed like water.

Reinhardt parried calmly. Midway, the attack changed direction and aimed for his shoulder. Reinhardt blocked again.

But then, the sword changed direction once more. Like a serpent or a flowing river, the attacks were continuous, relentless, and ever changing. It mounted a decent pressure on Reinhardt.

Nevertheless, he endured it all. His body moved the way he wanted, and his sword appeared wherever he willed it to be. That’s right, Reinhardt too had entered the state of .

Though he did not go all the way to the second state. The first was enough. In contrast, the pressure on the young man was even greater.

He could not find a flaw. Seeing this, his breathing technique intensified. Power surged through his body.

He had employed the basic knight breathing method. Not only that, he even executed basic knight sword forms. The strength and fierceness of his techniques intensified a few fold.

But when they were about to hit Reinhardt, they were all deflected. Reinhardt parried everything, striking the weaknesses of each attack. But his expression did not show the slightest smile.

Whether it be techniques, sword forms, or breathing method, they were all basic knight training methods.

This made it certain, the other party had either stolen the training method from a knight headquarters or was trained by a knight. The former was unlikely.

Which could only mean... Reinhardt’s eyes instinctively went towards Sir Silas standing by the church door.

As if perceiving his gaze, the other party grinned.

CLANG... The young man utilized the walls and the houses around, and came down at him with an overhead swing.

Two swords collided, sending a fierce shockwave all around the area. The young man was blasted backwards, while Reinhardt stood his ground, sword in hand, perfectly poised.

... The young man huffed, forcing his body to turn around mid air and landing steadily on top of a rooftop.

After disengaging, they did not clash again. Instead, for the first time since the battle began, they truly examined each other.

The churchyard had become a mess. Cracked earth, broken fences, scattered debris. The aftermath of a battle between two monsters could be imagined.

Meanwhile, standing quietly near the church entrance, Silas observed everything. The old knight’s sharp eyes followed every movement without missing anything.

For others, they could only see brief sparks and slashes of light. But to him, every exchange, every technique and breath was crystal clear. He might be retired, but it did not mean that he had lost his edge.

Witnessing the two’s battle, a faint smile appeared on his weathered face.

On one side stood the son of his commander, the knight order he used to belong to before. Trained since childhood and possessing top tier innate talent, he absorbed every technique and style taught in knight order.

Reinhardt was destined to reach heights far surpassing him or even his father. A natural born monster with the potential to reach the realms of Heroes.

And on the other side was Drystan, the young man he saw grow up with his own eyes. When he gazed at the latter, there was appreciation in his gaze and perhaps even a little pride. After all, he was the one who trained this young man.

The clumsy little boy from back then, who possessed great ambitions and willpower but was weak and reckless. His determination to protect the weak, the villagers, even while facing dangerous armed men, showed what kind of resolve he possessed.

Perhaps moved by that, he had passively agreed to train him.