Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 466

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The setting sun illuminates half of my face, making the other half look darker.

The sunset passed between them.

The light seemed to divide them, dividing them into two sides.

Encred wiped his smile away. Now he was expressionless.

Rem’s face was more indifferent.

Both had their arms hanging open and their weapons undrawn.

Dunbakel and Luagarne felt intimidated by the posture in which the two were now standing.

‘The calm before the storm.’

Dunbakel thought.

‘A wave in the swamp.’

Luagarne thought about it too.

Their perspectives were similar, but different.

It was because the viewing direction was different.

Dunbakel saw what was to come.

Fighting with instinct and intuition, she judged that a split-second choice could determine victory or defeat.

Conversely, Luagarne enjoyed water fights, so he saw that it would be advantageous to win by moving around underwater before the action took place.

It was all true.

A calm but turbulent fight.

It could be said to be the most serious and slowest fight among the two.

In most duels, Encred would rush in right away, while Rem would suddenly start swinging her axe.

The clouds spread out in large, even clumps across the sky.

As the sun set in the west, two faint moons began to appear.

The orange sky gradually turned purple.

When I looked at the horizon, it felt like the sky and the earth were connected.

A strong wind, seemingly blowing from the horizon, swept between them.

Phew.

It was a pretty strong wind of the century.

In the West, such days were called ‘low skies’, and such winds were called ‘driving winds’ or ‘blocking winds’.

This is the story Rem told us on our way here.

When the wind was against me, it felt like a wall blocking my steps, and when it was blowing from behind, it felt like the wind was supporting and pushing my back.

It was a unique weather phenomenon.

Encred raised his hand nonchalantly, gripping his sword as if he was being hit by the wind.

Meanwhile, Rem took out his axe.

Slurp.

I pulled out Aker, held it in both hands, and aimed at Rem again. Rem split the two axes in each hand and let her hands hang down again.

Encred slightly lowered the tip of the Aker, which he had raised so that it was level with the ground, and tilted the blade so that it was at an oblique angle rather than horizontal.

“oh.”

Luagarne rolled her big eyes and let out an exclamation of admiration.

Rem moved his left foot back slightly and shifted his center of gravity to his right foot.

The tip of Aker was aimed at Rem’s left thigh, and Rem adjusted her posture so that she could dodge at any time.

There were similar fights.

To borrow Luagarne’s expression, it was like a wave crashing into a swamp, a pit of mud.

When Encred pushed the wave away, Rem dodged or blocked it.

“Will it end like that?”

Encred secretly agreed with Rem’s provocation.

This was just a test, you know.

How much of what you have learned and practiced will be effective?

It was a threat, but it had no effect on those ignorant barbarians.

So, how about breaking the opponent’s momentum based on a water fight?

It was a type of technique learned from Luagarne.

“You know how to prepare to win from the start, right? You just have to be a little more blatant about it.”

Adjust your sword belt, change your posture, adjust the position of your feet, everything is in preparation for winning.

If you can gain an advantageous position by determining the direction of the sword tip or holding the dagger in your hand in advance, wouldn’t that be right?

Of course it was right.

However, it wasn’t something that Rem readily accepted.

The sword and axe suddenly moved.

earth!

As Aker’s blade swung down, two axes crossed and blocked it.

He tried to snatch the axe from its grasp by hooking his sword to the blade, but Aker retreated as soon as he struck the axe. He had read Rem’s intention to tie up his blade and had used the tactic of cutting it off.

The axe blade broke slightly and flew into the air, but the two paid it no attention.

“Are you hitting me hard?”

Rem laughed.

“You are the one.”

Encred also laughed.

Soon, swords and axes were mercilessly cutting, stabbing, striking and striking each other’s necks, stomachs, chests, thighs, forearms and fingers.

Land! Tata dadadang!

In the purple moonlight of the evening, the iron bars proved their worth to each other.

Sparks flew, speaking of my strength, and flying here and there to burrow into my opponent’s flesh.

That’s when several air battles took place.

Zzz!

With a loud noise, Encred’s body dug into Rem’s arms.

Rem raised her knee when she saw that, and Encred blocked it with his left forearm.

Boom. Bam, bang! Bam.

Luagarne and Dunbakel saw the Aker stuck in the ground.

The sound of the slam of the Aker was heard as it hit the floor.

It was the sound of the axe in Rem’s left hand hitting the floor.

This is what happened the moment the axe and the aker met.

Encred stepped back, stroking his left forearm with his right hand.

That was the sound of Rem hitting Encred’s arm with her knee.

“… … It’s grown so much.”

Rem said.

“It seems that way to me too.”

Encred answered.

Why not?

Experiencing the knight’s blow brought about an unexpected change in Encred.

It was a springboard and acceleration for growth.

Encred knocked away one of Aker’s axes, then dove into Rem’s arms and struck his chin with his right palm.

Rem read Encred’s number for a moment, tried to block the charge with her knees and twist her waist to dodge.

At that moment, Encred’s hand showed something similar to a knight’s strike.

So, it spread out at an unexpected speed.

Rem couldn’t avoid it.

The thud was the sound of Rem getting hit in the jaw.

I didn’t expect something like this to happen during my duel with Encred, but that’s what happened.

Rem’s head was spinning. If he held on, he could hold on, but what he lost was lost.

He just sat down on the spot.

“Whew, I feel like vomiting.”

Originally, if you got hit in the chin properly, you would feel a surge of rage.

“You did turn your head at the end, didn’t you?”

Encred said, picking up the Aker that had fallen to the ground.

It wasn’t a perfect hit. But it was a valid hit. What if they had kept fighting?

‘You can win.’

So, this is where the victory or defeat was decided.

“Gurrrrrrrr.”

Luagarne’s cheeks puffed up like never before.

It was a surprising development, even to her.

Dunbakel was even more surprised.

Golden eyes opened wider than the moon in the sky.

After looking at Rem for a while, he asked.

“Are you weak?”

Uttuk.

Rem answered, tilting his head from side to side several times before getting up.

“Come here, let me test you to see if you’ve gotten weaker.”

Of course, Rem wasn’t weakened. She recovered from the blow she had just received without even taking a breath.

But if it had been real, it would have been a clear gap.

“Ugh!”

Dunbakel took a few hits that day, and Encrid took a quiet breath.

Something inside me was about to burst and boil over, then it cooled down with a puff of steam.

I was happy, but my ecstasy wasn’t crazy.

It was fun, but not enough to make me burst out laughing.

It was just a confirmation.

‘We’ve come this far.’

It was just proof.

I saw Oara die, I saw her fight, and now I have overcome this day again.

Encred was able to mimic the knight’s hand gestures.

“Now, there will be no one among the knight level that you can compete with.”

It was Rem’s words that struck the Dunbakel.

“One more round?”

“… … Let’s do it. Let’s do it.”

Luagarne was very surprised, but accepted the current result.

In a way, it could be expected. Haven’t we already seen him fight the monster ghoul?

Why are you surprised then?

‘Why wouldn’t you be surprised?’

Whenever I see a man named Encred, I always see him reaching his limit. I can’t understand how he has improved so much.

It was like someone who had risked his life thousands of times to fight and realize something, and then spent hundreds of days refining it again.

‘As usual.’

He spent all his time swinging his sword and thinking.

I helped and saw it myself.

Encrid already had far more experience than anyone else on the continent.

‘A body trained through the sum of all those experiences, meticulously trained skills, and an idea that catches the opponent off guard.’

That’s what made Rem go beyond that now.

In the second duel between Rem and Encred, no one was hit in the jaw or knocked out.

But Encrid was sure.

‘I can catch it.’

If you put your mind to it, you can beat Rem.

Equal? ​​Not equal anymore.

It was his advantage.

“You seem to think you can catch me if you put your mind to it, but then you throw it away. Okay? You know it’ll be different if you fight for your life, right?”

“Don’t you know? I haven’t risked my life fighting you up until now.”

“… … There’s something about that talk that makes people feel a little irritated.”

Before we knew it, it was the third sparring match.

Rem’s gaze changed. Encred’s momentum also changed.

“Then one dies.”

Dunbakel, who sensed the momentum of the two with his keen senses, said.

It was the second campsite we reached after walking for a full day.

Turning their backs to the bonfire they had made by gathering embers, the two swords and axes moved again.

This fight wasn’t long.

Instead, each and every technique was brutal.

Tta-dang!

There were also few instances of iron objects meeting. Rem’s weapon was not like Aker’s, so the more they collided, the more the teeth would wear out.

Before I knew it, the axe blade had turned into a saw blade.

It could almost be called an axe saw.

These two are fighting like it’s half a real battle.

In it, Encrid was surprised once again.

Rem showed another different side of herself.

He acted as if the dialogue wasn’t everything.

And so life goes back and forth between the two.

Before I knew it, they both stopped.

His shoulders shook and his breathing became ragged.

Even though the two were not physically weaker, this happened. It was a fight that took a lot of mental energy.

The sword and the axe stood still, pointed at each other’s hearts.

“If you mess with it, whoa, whoa, there’s going to be a hole. Right there.”

“Whew, you’re already dead.”

This was Encred’s answer to Rem’s words.

“This is fu*king sick.”

“What the hell.”

The two looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh, that’s good. It’s going to be over ten days, and I think he’ll keep asking me to spar. I don’t mind giving in to it.”

Rem stepped back.

“It’s not about giving in, it’s about losing.”

Encrid took special care to point that out.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good. Let’s say we lose.”

Rem said, looking very surprised.

‘I feel really strange.’

I have lived a life in which the experience of being a Jin is very rare.

It wasn’t for nothing that he was a genius.

There was a time when he was called the strongest in the West, the most talented of the Western people, etc.

Among those who taught him, there were few who lasted more than a month.

‘It was a bit difficult when I was learning sorcery.’

Even that was learned, practiced, and enlightened.

Several sorcerers debated who would become their successor.

And left the land.

Even after leaving, it was rare for me to lose.

Recently, there was a crazy stray kid and a feral cat that suddenly went crazy and ran wild.

Before that, there were days when even the concept of truth was vague.

So defeat wasn’t something I was used to. It was something I was supposed to feel bad about. But I didn’t feel bad about it.

It was different from when I dealt with the little punk.

‘Why don’t you feel bad?’

There may be several reasons, but one of them may be that the crazy captain author still seems unwilling to stop.

It was neither a passing point nor a goal to be reached.

‘It just happened.’

What happened while moving towards one’s dream.

That’s why he’s still swinging his sword like that.

“Camping here seems inconvenient in many ways.”

Dunbakel said as he lit the fire.

“I’m thirsty too.”

Luagarne also got involved.

The weather was getting drier as we went west, so Frock was likely to have a hard time.

“Okay, let’s see.”

Rem spoke and began to dig the ground.

Encred and everyone else’s eyes turned to him.

“Wait a minute. Should I drink something sweet?”

This is the West, the land where he was born and raised.

If you go in further, there are many painful things to do.

‘It would be a shame not to enjoy the present.’

Always, always happy.

Wasn’t that his own creed?

Rem dug a hole in the ground and thrust his axe in, then grabbed something and lifted it up behind him.

Knock knock.

The ground was more fragile than I thought and something was popping up.

It was a round fruit that was large enough to hold with one hand, but a little small enough to hold with two hands.

“Do fruits grow underground?”

Is it something like a root fruit?

Encred asked with a puzzled look.

“A specialty of the West, ground squirrel nuts.”

The hard outer shell was made of hardened dirt. When Rem broke it, a wrinkled fruit came out inside.

I roughly shook off the dirt, cut it with an axe, and split it in half. There was water sloshing inside.

“Try it. Once you taste it, you’ll never forget it. The merchants of old called it the water of paradise.”

Encred took the fruit first and took a sip.

As I swallowed it, the sweetness seemed to start in my mouth and spread throughout my body.

It was very sweet, but not so sweet that it was unpleasant. It was so sweet that I wanted to keep drinking it.

“If you eat too much, your mouth will get even drier, so one per day is enough for each person.”

“You have been chosen as the guide of the West.”

Encred praised with admiration. Rem spat out curses.

Just hearing the word guide made me swear.

Of course you are the guide, so who has been guiding you until now?

Sometimes, you see, the big boss’s son can turn people’s minds upside down with just one word.

This was different from admitting defeat.

I felt very uncomfortable because it seemed like I was being compared to a little punk.