Chapter 20: Fangs, Part 2

Following the Regiment Commander would definitely be safe!

The members of the Ferrchelen Knight Order comforted themselves with this thought, and they didn’t even realize that they had already started to feel timid.

One chased, the other fled, and they soon disappeared from beside that watchtower.

Only the wooden hut, burned down to ruins, and the six corpses around it remained.

And obviously, this was not the final result—

While moving forward at high speed, Potts quickly realized that his speed, far surpassing that of ordinary people, had created an inappropriate gap between him and his subordinates. However, looking at Dean not far ahead, he did not care about this. He had already sworn to cut off the other’s head with his own hands and would absolutely not allow the opponent to escape.

Therefore, not only did his pursuit speed not slow down; instead, it became faster and faster.

However, soon this Regiment Commander of the Ferrchelen Knight Order discovered something was wrong—

The opponent’s speed was not slower than his own; in fact, to some extent, it was even a bit faster than his!

How could this be?

He was just a lowly Apprentice Knight. How could he be faster than me!

The doubt in Potts’ heart caused his figure to pause involuntarily, and in that moment of hesitation, Dean’s speed ahead became even faster. It seemed as if he flew, darting into the nearby Dense Forest, flashing back and forth until he disappeared completely!

“This, this…”

Potts stared in horror at the speed that should not belong to an Apprentice Knight, standing still in shock.

……

Whoosh, whoosh…

The wind in his ears, mixed with snowflakes and Ice Crystals, rushed past. Dean leaped between tree branches like a nimble monkey—of course, if relying solely on his own abilities, Dean’s current physical condition could never accomplish such actions. He relied on iron nails previously nailed firmly into the tree trunks, as well as the ropes extending from these nails, which he now held tightly in his hands.

By swinging on these ropes each time, Dean quickly increased the distance from that Regiment Commander Potts—In fact, during the six days of preparation, these ropes accounted for a significant portion of the time. After all, for every nail he placed, Dean had to climb up and down the trees and test the sturdiness of the ropes.

However, such time expenditure was quite worth it. After a few more swings, Dean completely disappeared from the line of sight of that Regiment Commander Potts!

Although a true distance had been created between them, Dean was very clear that this kind of ‘trick’ could not be hidden forever. After the initial surprise, his opponent would soon discover something was amiss—Potts was able to become the Regiment Commander of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, having eaten empty rations for so many years, and occasionally pretending to be Barbarians robbing merchant caravans. Even with the help of others, his personal abilities were not to be underestimated.

Especially for Dean, who had been taught a lesson by the other several times in his memory, he would never look down on the opponent. Even though he currently held all the advantages, before completely eliminating the other, everything was just a temporary advantage, not the final result!

And in order to eliminate the opponent more smoothly, the lackeys around the other were of course necessary to clean up. This was also the ultimate purpose of Dean creating distance from the other—After all, dealing with a true Knight was already beyond Dean’s capabilities. If a team of Knights’ Guards was added, then he would truly have no chance of winning at all.

Even if the Knights’ Guards were reduced to just five now, it was the same!

To eliminate Potts, he had to first eliminate these five Knights’ Guards!

The wind in the Tier Territory at night grew stronger and stronger, especially in places like the Snowplains Dense Forest. Snowflakes, ravaged by the cold wind, blurred people’s vision. However, Dean, who had deliberately chosen this route, quickly spotted his target—In the forest, in relatively open areas, finding five people was not too difficult, especially when these people wore dark-colored leather armor. Under the reflection of the accumulated snow, they were extremely conspicuous.

Dean stopped his body on a tree branch not far above the other’s head, raised his Crossbow, and locked onto the target—

Whoosh!

An arrow accurately pierced the chest of that target, and Blood sprayed out; immediately after came a second arrow, which also accurately hit the target. Moreover, due to Dean’s deliberate adjustment, it was even more accurate than the first arrow, passing directly through the throat of that Knight Order member.

“Uh, uh…”

Holding his throat, this Knight Order member, who had mocked Dean many times and sparred with him in swordplay, wanted to say something as his Life faded, but ultimately said nothing. After twitching a few times, he stopped moving.

At this moment, the remaining Knight Order members finally reacted from the sudden attack on their companion again. Seeing Dean leap down from mid-air, they shouted loudly, “Here!”

Answering this shout was a burst of bright sword light—Dean, leaping down from a high place, still held the rope tightly in his left hand. With the inertia generated by his body, the Longsword in his right hand traced a perfect semicircle, slicing past the neck of the Knight Order member closest to him.

Squish!

The head flew high into the air. The sound of Blood spraying, clearer than ever before, rang out again.

This seemed to be the last straw that collapsed the nerves of the remaining two Knight Order members. They cried out in panic and turned to run.

They didn’t even have the courage to fight back.

Successive attacks, companions dying one after another, especially the last sword that severed the head. Seeing their companion’s unavenged death undoubtedly frightened the arrogant Ferrchelen Knight Order members, who used to be domineering. When they saw that young Noble they originally looked down upon, it made them feel as if they were seeing a Blood-drinking Devil—Just like the merchant guards they had plundered, at this moment, they wished their speed were just a bit faster or that they had two extra pairs of legs.

Because they all knew that although the Crossbow had huge power, its loading time was very long. During this period, it was enough for them to run a considerable distance, or even reunite with their Regiment Commander.

As for close combat?

Stop joking. The skill of decapitation with that one sword was sufficient proof that this young Noble before them had considerable strength in close combat!

At the very least, much stronger than them.

As for the previous sword sparring?

Even an idiot could discover now that that was intentional on the part of this young Noble!

Therefore, they turned and ran without a second thought.

However, precisely because of this rush, they did not see that behind Dean, there was a Longbow—a Longbow that Dean had specifically hidden among the tree branches and just retrieved.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two arrows were shot, accurately hitting their targets—Both entered from the back of the neck exposed outside the leather armor. The bloody arrowheads pierced through the throats. The two corpses, carried by inertia, lurched forward for a few steps before falling to the ground, unable to rise.

For Dean, compared to the Crossbow and Longsword, he was more skilled with bows and arrows. Even with his current body, he could accurately hit a rabbit within fifty yards, let alone two fully grown men. And if his Strength increased further, this distance would undoubtedly increase again.

[XP+3]

[XP+3]

……

Five consecutive orbs of light merged into Dean’s body.

[XP: 44]

Looking at the accumulated experience after eliminating eleven Knight Order members, listening to the sound of Boots rapidly approaching and crushing the snow, and hearing that Regiment Commander Potts’ angry shouts, Dean leaped onto the tree trunk again and simultaneously opened his Skill interface.

Looking at the Skills in the interface, Dean quickly allocated the experience points—

[Basic Swordsmanship Lv1 → Lv2]

[Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Spear) Lv1 → Lv2]

[Military Swordsmanship Lv1 → Lv2]

Except for the last one, which was an Applied Skill, the remaining [Basic Swordsmanship] and [Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Spear)] belonged to the basic skills of this profession. Upgrading a basic skill from Lv1 to Lv2 cost 10 XP, while an Applied Skill cost 20.

Therefore, at this moment, Dean’s repeatedly accumulated experience returned to a single digit [XP: 4]; however, the expenditure of 40 experience points brought the most intuitive changes.

[Basic Swordsmanship Lv2: Perhaps you will gain your own insights from it, but mostly, it is just a foundation; Effect: When using sword-type weapons, gain a bonus of +5% to Damage, Hit Rate, and Block.]

[Cold Weapon (Sword/Hammer/Spear) Lv2: In a Military Camp, every Warrior receives training with applicable weapons as much as possible; Effect: In battle, when using a sword/hammer/spear as a weapon, Gain +0.1 judgment on Strength and Agility.]

[Military Swordsmanship Lv2 (Emerald): You received the strictest training in a Military Camp, giving your Sword Technique characteristics of your country; Effect: When being attacked, can grant a judgment bonus of +0.2 to Agility; Duration: 3.2 (Constitution X2) seconds; Cooldown: 33 (50 – Constitution X10) minutes.]

(City, Goth, and White Night are in an incomplete state)