Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 650

650. Even if talent is limited, the heart is not.

The way back was smooth.
Of course, there were no thieves, and only a few monsters or evil spirits were seen.
A group of migrating fairies followed the path that Encred and his party were taking, far behind.
The two groups moved with a distance of half a day, and after passing a few hills, they could no longer see each other with their eyes.
Even though they were an advance party and only a small group, they were still migrating from the city. Even though they were only a small group, the size was so large that even if Encred and his party walked slowly, they would have gained some distance. People tend to walk slowly when they gather.
That was the second day. When it was time to camp, Luagarne was able to see Encred’s strength again. It was a duel with Fel.

“Bride stealer!”

Fel tried to provoke in a clumsy manner. Of course, Encred didn’t respond.
Instead, he pounced on Fel while he was opening his mouth to provoke him, making his opponent, who would have won even if they had just fought, even more entangled in his hands.

‘The use of tactics has become cleaner.’

It seemed like someone had been holding him and training him for years, but sometimes when I saw him, I found these moments really fascinating.
His skills would suddenly improve, regardless of his talent.
But this time, there was something else that surprised me.

‘hmm.’

It was a fast-paced duel. Pel didn’t have a chance to speak. So naturally, he just kept his hands and feet still. Encred didn’t use any pressure.
They didn’t speak to each other, but from the middle, they were competing solely with strength and technique. All of this was Encred’s intention.

‘No, there is no technology from the middle.’

It’s all about strength and speed. That’s what drives the opponent. If you have immense strength, there’s no room for clumsy techniques.
They say you can channel strength with softness?
Since a heavy sword is easy to miss by following the flow, it’s caught by the flowing sword.
But what if the power is so superior that it ignores the flow?
Encred is showing the result right now.
Fel didn’t have time to say anything even though the blade had just passed his neck. If he took a wrong breath, he would die.
A sense of crisis of a different kind from the threat he felt from the fake sword swung ran down his spine.
It was like a lizard licking his skin with its cold tongue.
Fel poured all his energy into each swipe. That’s what he had to do.
The swords that Encred swung carelessly all came rushing in with deadly trajectories and power.
It was a series of crises, like a beast opening its mouth wide and about to bite his neck.
I consciously grabbed Will and placed him on the sword. If I made even the slightest misstep, I would fall off the cliff. I had to hold on to the tip of my fingers at the edge of the cliff. If my fingers lost their strength, I would die.
Strong winds blew here and there. I had to tense my abs. If my body lost its balance, I would die.
The sunlight was piercing my eyes. But if I blinked wrongly even once and lost my concentration, I felt like I would die.

‘Die.’

Fel had a hunch, and Encred swung his sword absentmindedly.

earth!

Fel did not let go of the sword in his hand. His arm was simply pushed back in the direction Encred had struck.
Encred took advantage of the gap and approached Fel, pushing him in the chest with his free hand.

“I won.”

Encred said.
If it’s obvious, then it’s obvious.

“……after.”

Only then did Pel exhale. He pushed forward with force without any technique. It was because his clumsy provocation didn’t work.

‘This freaking bastard.’

What he did was different from when he came here, using Will or swinging his sword.
So he was a monster. A monster full of talent.
He had overcome another wall in a short period of time, and it seemed obvious without anyone having to tell him.
Pel took a deep breath and looked back at his wounded self-esteem. If it was going to collapse like this, he wouldn’t have been able to endure it until now.

‘I’ll follow along somehow.’

Now, he had a venom that he had never had before. Fel’s eyes burned brightly.
Luagarne was lost in thought, recalling what Encred had seen just a moment ago.

‘I did it to suit Pel.’

That is, Encred was free.
What was different from before?
The eyes of the Prok that see talent literally intuit talent through the gestures and postures of the opponent.
That intuition sparked sparks in Luagarne’s head several times.
The sparks that burst out popped and made Encred see what he currently had based on several facts.

‘He swung his heavy and fast sword with ease.’

It wasn’t once or twice, but he did it according to Pel, and he adjusted the intensity while fighting.
To put it simply, it was like a woodcutter swinging his axe continuously without stopping, using all the skills he had learned so far.
All of this happened in an instant, without even taking the time to catch his breath or calm his mind.

‘It was possible because I was in a state of extreme concentration.’

Increase your concentration and power into your swordsmanship. You probably referenced what you learned while catching the walking fire earlier.
Then, what can you do if you pour everything you have into the current Encred?

‘Long-duration, high-speed combat.’

When he was stopping the demon One Killer, Encred said he understood swordsmanship and built a new one.

‘That’s not the end.’

Creating a swordsmanship means fully understanding the meaning and implementation method contained within it.
Naturally, this will also have an impact on the person who uses it.

‘I think it was called beginner, intermediate, and advanced.’

According to the system that Encred had established, the man could now be said to have risen to the upper mid-level. His personality had become clearer.

‘Urke.’

Swordsmanship built on the foundation of undiminished will.
Luagarne’s vision was accurate. Encred knew clearly what he could do from the city of fairies.
Long-term, high-speed battles that prioritize continuity.
Why did it become like this? It was experience that had made it to the present.
Both Lebart and the knight Jamal had continuity battles as their forte.

‘I was influenced.’

Encred admitted it obediently. There was nothing wrong with that.
Here, I also felt that something inside me had been completed.
This was an omnipotence that made it seem like I could beat anyone right now.
Naturally, I felt like I had reached a wall with no way to go any further.
I had reached my limit. I couldn’t see above or ahead. It was the end where I couldn’t go up or forward.
But there was also a part of me that insisted that this wasn’t the end.
Talent always discussed limits, but the will in my heart knew no limits. That was why it was like that.

‘Anew.’

Encred gathered some thoughts while defeating Fel.
He thought back and organized what he had, and he knew more. It was something he knew naturally even without anyone telling him.
For example, it was like this.
A knight’s skills and attitude are from his past life. So will is will.
This was also why the will of the guy he met in the Knights was so poor. One
could become a knight with just ‘talent’, but the sword he forged with will after rising to that level would be no different from a cheese with holes in it.

‘There is no knight without an oath.’

This is why vows and beliefs are important to a knight. They are the foundation for maintaining will. This is probably why Oara’s will shines.
It is more important to move forward for what you believe in, even if it is not necessarily a grand dream.

‘Just as there is no such thing as a simple dream, so too must all vows be respected.’

It was a theory that matched Encred’s usual thoughts.
In fact, since he understood and accepted the principles of becoming a knight in a way that he knew well, it was natural that he felt it fit.
As he walked while organizing his thoughts, the surroundings became brighter. It was a night when two moons shone brightly. Two more nights like that passed. The moonlight gradually began to dim. It was like that even though there were no clouds.
The moonlight showed signs of holding a different color. It was the time of the double red moon, the red moon. No one in the group really cared about that. Everyone was busy.
Fel and Zero had a lot to learn after being defeated by Encred, so they were busy digesting and reflecting on it, and Luagarne was similar, but she also had to tell Encred about the system she had created for her talent reading.

“Prock saw no point in dividing them into levels, since their talents were clearly limited. It didn’t really affect the actual fight for life.”

What is important in a fight to the death?
If you handle Will a little better, will you fight better? That may be true, but it is not immediately applicable in actual combat. That is what Luagarne said.
Even those who have trained Will will die if they get stabbed in the head with a sword while sleeping. There is no way for a human being who has been beheaded to survive unless he is a Prok.
Even a Prok would die if he is stabbed in the heart. Skill affects the outcome of a match, but it is not absolute. So were there any other factors that affected it? There were.

“Are people’s talents the same color? They’re all different. We can see the limits of talent, but we can’t see the colors. So I had to experience it myself, and that was a great pleasure.”

Of course, it wasn’t as fun as seeing someone like Encred break the boundaries.
Exploring and wanting the unknown. Luagarne was especially faithful to this desire among the Proks. Naturally, he couldn’t help but accumulate a lot of knowledge.
The desire to know what you don’t know is an element that makes studying fun.

“Depending on the color of their talent, some people, like him, can inject power into their strikes, while others, like fairies, can use unique swordsmanship under the influence of their racial traits.”

At that moment, Fel and Zero were swinging their swords in the air, training hard.
The trajectories of their swords could be seen. The results were the same. Slashing and stabbing. However, the process was clearly different.
Fel cut down the imaginary enemy with one blow, but Zero struck six times.
Encred chewed over Luagarne’s words several times.
Thinking like this, he remembered the conversation he had with Fel a few days ago.
It was a joke about a bride stealer.

‘The number is easy to read.’

It’s because he doesn’t think he needs to hide his own things. Why is that? That’s just the nature of that guy, Pel.
The events in the fairy city also crossed my mind.

‘Ermen completes the lie by not speaking.’

Encred felt a sense of sophistication there. Why was that? All the fairies had similar qualities, but Ermen seemed to be particularly outstanding.
Should I say that he gave off a similar feeling to Kreis?
Again, Fel liked improvisation. Rem did the same. Ragna, contrary to his appearance, also enjoyed water fights. However, he also knew how to end them with strength.
Each had their own qualities.
Encred reconstructed and established what he had seen, felt, and experienced so far, and organized things that were not even the level of a knight.

‘The form is divided according to each person’s temperament.’

That’s how Prock sees the color of talent.

“Once upon a time, there was a certain prog who used to divide talents into different categories by their own arbitrary names: puppies, mayflies, pupas, and larvae.”

Luagarne understood what he was saying. Encred had just added a few concepts in his head.
Depending on the way they use weapons and their temperament, they would accept the system differently.
Then, the way they teach and learn would also have to change.
It would be better if each of them knew their own temperament to learn and train accordingly.

‘Final move, maintenance, omnipotent.’

The types can be roughly divided into three categories. As we learned before, completion is more important than perfection.
Pel is a deadly weapon. Lawford is a maintenance weapon.
The two are completely different.
Some people take both forms from the beginning. They are versatile.

‘It may seem more advantageous to take both than to sell just one, but in reality it is less efficient.’

Being an all-rounder is not always a good thing. If you want to chase two rabbits, you have to invest a certain amount of time and effort, and according to Prok, it would be like drawing water from a well of talent with clear limitations and dividing it between two sides.
The total amount does not change, but it is divided? It would be a factor that loses to those who excel in one thing.
Here too, there will be a disciplined type who is obsessed with training their body, and an art type who delves into techniques.

‘The trained type would be suitable for a medium sword or a quick sword.’

The art form is suitable for the sword and the swordsmanship.
It is to collect swordsmanship and add your own to it. Encred did so. He also confirmed that it was important to know himself well.

‘I am a maintenance type.’

Currently, it is.
Since I have Urke, I can focus on Earth Warfare, and coincidentally, I was able to see and learn from the knights of Lebart and Azpen who also specialize in Earth Warfare.

‘Ultimately, shouldn’t it be mixed between a fatal blow and a maintenance blow?’

It was ‘front’ and ‘above’ that I couldn’t see now but could feel vaguely.
And based on this, there was someone who stood out among the knights.
Saxon. He was a finishing move type and a skill type. A finishing move skill type, you could say.
It’s not common. Finishing moves would go well with training types.

‘No, there is no answer.’

If you decide on an answer and do it, only ‘fakes’ will be created. This is the form in which the fakes put out by the Holy Nation are created. You should not decide on an answer and run on that path.

“ah.”

Encred felt a thrill of joy in creating beyond learning and mastering. The pleasure ran from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.
Then he looked up at the sky and saw two moons dyed red. It was a double moon. Before he knew it, it was night. As
he walked, he was lost in thought and for a moment he even forgot that he was walking. He had clearly been aware of his surroundings and had avoided rocks, but now he was finally realizing it. And when he raised his head, he saw an intruder.

“I’ve been waiting. Encrid of the Border Guard.”

On a night with red moonlight, only voices could be heard without any signs of movement. Encred saw a black curtain appear before his eyes and then disappear.

‘Cognitive impairment order.’

It was a spell that made it impossible to recognize the presence of a curtain before it disappeared.
However, since it was not the first or second time I had seen it, I felt a sense of discomfort, however awkward.
So I stopped thinking and recognized the surroundings.
Anyway, a group of people who had removed the curtain of cognitive impairment appeared.
One was wearing pitch-black armor.
Two were wearing cloth clothes instead of armor.
The one standing in the center was holding a long pole or something.
The end of the pole had a round iron ring and a spike-like thing sticking out. It seemed to symbolize something.

“The Holy Land of Magic, I came from the Adventist Church.”

All of those who appeared under the red moonlight looked equally formidable.

“I brought all the remaining apostles.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Encred’s sixth sense kicked in. It was under his feet. The dirt splashed and the sharp iron skewers aimed for Encred’s stomach, Luagarne’s heart, Zero’s head, and Fel’s neck.
Encred’s thoughts accelerated. For a moment, everything around him seemed to stop.
As if he was immersed in a lump of solid mud, in the pressure and slowed time, Encred did what he had to do.