Chapter 105: ‘Dismount’ Power Part 2

Looking at the chaotic team in front of him, in the next moment, Dean felt relieved—

First, animals were always more sensitive than humans. Even a Grand Knight might not necessarily match a raccoon dog in perceiving danger.

Secondly, the reason was naturally the [Dragon Swordsmanship].

The sword technique driven by the Dragon Bloodline, even if it did not truly form the Dragon Prestige, that kind of oppressive feeling the Giant Dragon race had over other races, just a trace of its existence was a disaster of destruction for the warhorses.

Their perception would only make them think that ahead was a Fierce Beast possessing a bloodline similar to a Giant Dragon.

And facing such a Fierce Beast, even the purest-blooded warhorses would feel a trace of fear, let alone the warhorses in front of them, which were still quite far from being truly pure-blooded.

“[Momentum of Might Lv1], [Indomitable Lv1]… what will the next one be?”

Suddenly, Dean had an extra bit of expectation, even if only when [Dragon Swordsmanship] was at an even level could he obtain new moves.

“Does the level increase of moves corresponding to odd levels remain?”

Such a question appeared very naturally in Dean’s mind.

However, whether it was the previous question or the latter one, for Dean, they were all matters for the future.

Right now, he had more important things to do—

The team of Baron Defendi’s nephew took about four or five minutes to return to its previous appearance.

However, even if they returned to their previous appearance, that original momentum was completely gone.

For a knight covered in mud, no matter how much you held your head high and puffed out your chest, you were just showing off your disheveled state.

Therefore, in a wretched manner, the team of Baron Defendi’s nephew arrived in front of Dean’s group just like that.

One side was fully equipped, but covered in mud.

One side had simple equipment, but held their heads high.

Even Baron Janel, who was full of straw next to them, could tell the difference.

Let alone each side themselves.

The two sides, who had long wanted to compete, naturally had one side happy and the other worried at this time—

The young people of the Ferrchelen Knight Order were in high spirits, almost bursting.

Baron Defendi’s nephew and his group, however, had low morale and nearly lost their will to fight.

In particular, that knight and those guys close to knight level, when they looked at Dean again, their gazes were filled with unusual vigilance and fear.

[Dragon Swordsmanship · Momentum of Might]

Dean did not switch it at this time, so under Dean’s gaze, Baron Defendi’s nephew and his group all felt unusually uncomfortable.

After all, Dean’s Will at this moment was as high as 3.1. Even a Grand Knight, as long as they were not specialized in Will, would admit defeat when facing Dean, let alone a group with only one knight in front of them, and moreover, that knight, judging by his build, was a being specialized in Strength.

Perhaps, because he had undergone a ‘Knight’s Baptism’, his other attributes had increased, but if he wanted to compare Will with Dean, he was still lacking.

Especially when the basis of [Momentum of Might Lv1] was one’s own Will +0.2 compared to the opponent’s Will.

Dean stood completely in an invincible position.

A 5% attribute reduction seemed like a little, but the problem was that all opponents had their attributes reduced by 5%.

Scanning his own attributes which had increased by 5%, Dean’s gaze swept over the ‘opponents’ in front of him one by one. Everyone from the Defendi Territory who made eye contact with Dean twisted their bodies awkwardly. Some even turned their heads in fear, among them were several guys with strength close to Knight-rank.

The higher the strength of a person, the more accurate their grasp of strength, so they felt even more uncomfortable.

As for those with average strength?

Although their strength was only reduced by 5%, unable to accurately grasp their own abilities, after experiencing the previous chaos, if they were to fight now, they would at most be able to display half of their strength, or even less than half.

“If I kill all these guys…”

Almost subconsciously, Dean began to make such an assumption.

For Dean, there was no better enemy than one who had lost their fighting spirit and could hardly use their strength, unless it was a dead enemy.

As for the term ‘enemy’?

Tier Territory and Defendi Territory had long been like fire and water.

Becoming so-called sworn enemies was just a matter of time for both sides.

And quite obviously, Dean would inevitably stand on the side of Tier Territory.

Therefore, both sides were enemies.

And for enemies, Dean never knew what it meant to show mercy—he really wanted to know, if he killed the people in front of him, how many more similar troops could that Baron Defendi pull out?

As long as it did not exceed three times the number of people in front of him, he was confident he could kill them all!

After that, Tier Territory would annex Defendi Territory, expand the territory, recruit more soldiers, and deal with the upcoming war…

As he thought about it, the killing intent on Dean began to condense, and the murderous aura began to erupt uncontrollably. That icy feeling spread throughout the field through [Dragon Swordsmanship · Momentum of Might].

Feeling their Regiment Commander’s killing intent, the young people of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, who had long been used to it, subconsciously gripped their Longswords, lowered their bodies, and tightened their reins.

They were waiting for their Regiment Commander’s order to launch a charge.

Huck, who was at the side, was first stunned, and then, very decisively, grabbed his Battleaxe.

Undoubtedly, if a charge was launched, he would be the first.

Neigh!

The warhorses of the Defendi Territory, which had just quieted down, let out another burst of neighs, and the knights looked at the Ferrchelen Knight Order in front of them, whose momentum was rising again, with panic and uncertainty.

A feeling that only appeared when facing a real Knight Order appeared in their hearts—not a local Knight Order, but a real Knight Order belonging to the Kingdom, a Knight Order named after their own Kingdom.

“What do they want to do?”

“Do they really want to start a war?”

…

The knights of the Defendi Territory, including that real leading knight, looked at Dean and the Ferrchelen Knight Order behind Dean with fear.

Was this still the weak Knight Order they were familiar with?

Was that mob that would run away with their tails between their legs just by being scared a little?

Incredible, unbelievable!

The widened eyes of the knights of the Defendi Territory were filled with such meaning.

“Your Excellency, wait!”

“Dean, wait a moment!”

Just as the situation was about to explode, two voices sounded from their respective camps.

One came from the carriage in front, and one came from the Baron’s miss in the carriage behind.

And it was the voice of the Baron’s miss that made Dean’s mind, stimulated by killing intent, regain clarity—he suddenly thought that even if he killed the people in front of him, and continued to kill more people from the Defendi Territory, he still could not truly recruit troops.

After all, he was a Knight Order Regiment Commander, not a Lord.

The killing intent dissipated, and the murderous aura vanished.

In the next moment, Dean returned to his original slightly arrogant and cold appearance—this was a deliberate disguise to fit the nonexistent ‘Noble status’ that Dean was hiding.

However, even if it was a deliberate disguise, it became an instinct under Dean’s constant vigilance.

Swish!

Dean raised his hand, and immediately, the Ferrchelen Knight Order group behind him, who were ready to charge at any time, let go of their weapons and reins and sat up. The whole process was uniform and in sync, as if they were all carved out of the same mold.

And this made Churde Defendi, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, take a deep breath again.

As the true commander of the knight team composed of mercenaries beside him, he knew very well how difficult it was to achieve such a degree.

At least, in order to take in the people beside him and make them achieve such a degree, he had spent no less than three years.

And this young man in front of him seemed to have become the Ferrchelen Knight Order Regiment Commander for less than a month?

And the strength displayed before!

Suddenly, Churde Defendi’s heart skipped a beat—if at the previous banquet, the Baron’s miss from that Tier Baron Family praised Dean with words like ‘young genius’, ‘powerful knight’, ‘genius who could awaken without relying on Baptism’, and he could still take it as self-boasting, then, after experiencing the scene just now, he could not take it as so-called self-boasting.

Because that palpitation feeling, even sitting in the carriage, he could feel it.

And such a feeling would only appear when the difference in strength was quite large, let alone the opponent’s knight, who was clearly covering everyone in their group and could make the warhorses fear to that extent.

Even an ordinary Grand Knight couldn’t do that, right?

Suddenly, Churde Defendi confirmed another saying about Dean—coming from a fallen big Family, in order to restore the Family’s glory, he came to this remote place from the Capital of Emerald.

“What good luck!”

Churde Defendi looked at Lily Tier who also walked down from the carriage, and muttered involuntarily; then, the gaze he looked at Dean with began to show a trace of eagerness—since the other party was to restore the Family’s glory, then as a starting point, the Defendi Territory was obviously more suitable than the Tier Territory.

He could even let go of his position as the Knight Order Regiment Commander and hand it over to the other party.

After all, he was ultimately going to inherit his uncle’s title.

What was there to be reluctant about a local Knight Order Regiment Commander position?

Of course, this had to be planned carefully—

“Good morning, Miss Tier!”

Looking at the Baron’s miss walking over, Churde Defendi stepped forward with a smile and bowed slightly to salute.