Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 693

693. Excellent

The next day.
Encred, who had deliberately woken up late, slowly and carefully stretched his body. There was almost no fatigue left in his body.
The bruises from Ragnar’s beating had probably disappeared. He knew it without looking in the mirror.
The knight’s trained body far surpassed the recovery power of an ordinary person.

‘legend.’

This is the title that always comes first when talking about Jawoon. It is a name that only those who have surpassed a certain level can occasionally hear, and which has never been heard even in the songs of bards. Jawoon is the one who fits the word legend perfectly.

‘Among them, Gaju.’

The tingling sensation passed through my entire body from head to toe, making my hair stand on end.

‘How fun it would be.’

The expectations are high.

“The weather is nice.”

Encred spoke while looking at the sky, and Anne, who came out from beside him, rubbing her eyes, looked at the sky and asked.

“Is the weather nice?”

The sky is full of dark clouds. What on earth is the standard for a good day?

“Oh, very much.”

Encred answered. Ragnar spoke right behind Anne.

“You won’t hear anything. That happens sometimes.”

Anne was seeing it for the first time. It didn’t surprise me. I just thought she was crazy.

‘I think it’s going to be a busy day for me too.’

Anne came to find the source of the disease, not to visit Ragnar’s main house leisurely.
Soon after, a sword-wielding page came and informed the head of the household.
It was really early, as the sun was just rising, but Encred had already finished preparing. That was where the head of the household went to receive the head of the household’s call.
The head of the household and his spouse greeted Encred in the center of the wide training ground.
Do they need a greeting like “Good night?”
The moment Encred took a step forward from about ten steps away, he knew who would be the first to begin the duel.

‘house owner.’

The one who represents Zawoon, Ragnar’s father.
This kind of pressure was a first. It doesn’t end with the pressure simply crushing the whole body. The pressure takes shape. A large sword stands before me.
It’s an illusion, but it’s not an illusion. It’s because the entity is alive and breathing in front of me.

‘It feels like it really exists.’

This is exactly what you should call presence.
The figure of the pressure that should not have any substance is a sharp sword, a large sword that makes even a human’s body look ridiculous. The blade is three times as big as the head of the family.
However, it is not particularly filled with murderous intent.
Why? The answer comes quickly along with the question. Insight and experience helped intuition.

‘It’s not about pressuring me.’

It was just a sign that he was ready to fight.
Perhaps the minimum condition for fighting the head of the household was to withstand the pressure he was putting on him. It was an intuition that was almost certain. And it was right.
Ragnar saw the pressure his father had put on him for the first time in a long time.

‘It got bigger.’

Aside from swinging the sword, he crushed his opponents before even fighting. That was his father’s specialty.
Encred, standing in front of him, was like a reed swaying in the wind or a tree branch that would break at any moment. That was the difference in momentum.
Most people feel infinitely small in front of the momentum that was realized. Conversely, the enemy grows inside of you before you even fight, and that enemy that grows bigger and bigger soon crushes you. This is what it means to fight with your mind first.
The pressure of being crushed when that large sword moves is dizzying. That was the power of that pressure.
While he was watching, Encred’s momentum changed completely.
Ragnar was standing behind Encred, so he couldn’t see his face, but he could tell without seeing it.

‘You must be smiling.’

That’s the kind of person he is. It was just as he said.
Encred felt his lips twitching in pleasure and joy.
The momentum itself was different. This was the first time. That’s why it was fun.
The person who suddenly came to mind was King Anu of the East. Anu was probably at a similar level.

‘When I came to the Border Guard, I was given a chance to play.’

At that time, Encred could not draw out the true face of the mercenary king.
Now?
His lips twisted and his fangs were exposed. Alexandra’s right eyebrow twitched in a clear smile.

‘Are you laughing?’

Her expression seemed to ask that question. Of course, it did not enter Encred’s eyes. He only looked at Gaju.

* * *

Teresa, who was in the middle of training, suddenly opened her mouth as a thought occurred to her.

“Brother Audín, Sister Sinar.”

The two who had been helping her train turned their heads at the same time. Shinar was retrieving the dagger that had been floating around her, and Audyn was taking off the steel gauntlet that had broken during training.

“What is the most difficult thing when fighting Captain Encred?”

It wasn’t a question I had really thought about. It was just something that came to mind. It was also a good topic to talk about while taking a break.
Audín and Sinar answered at the same time.

“Stubborn.”
“Rejection.”

The two answers are different and the same. Shinargo said it was stubbornness, and Audin said it was rejection. Audin added.

“As for learning, he accepts anything, but when a fight starts, no pressure can do anything. I heard that he has the will to refuse. I think that is his foundation. It is the power to push through and move forward no matter what anyone says.”

Then Sinardo said:

“It should stop at this point, but it doesn’t. That stubbornness is unpredictable.”

Without Encrid, Sinar’s jokes would be less frequent. Perhaps if he were here.

“Stubbornness, stubbornness, and stupidity that make it difficult for a fairy of my level to fall for it.”

That would have been added.
What they said were different, but the essence was the same.

“I think so too. So it’s time for me to show the temperament I learned from the captain.”

Teresa nodded and limped to her feet. One leg was broken, but that didn’t mean she had to give up.
Encred had provoked everyone, and thanks to that, everyone except Ragnar remained in the Border Guard.
They wanted to digest that provocation.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Teresa cried out. She was trying to push the boundaries and was in the process of doing so.

* * *

Are you laughing?
Alexandra knows the momentum that her husband shows.
Just by watching him resist that pressure and momentum, she can see the opponent’s temperament.
The worst are those who start out already convinced that they can never win.
Such people will never become pioneers.

‘No, it’s hard to leave the pioneers and rise to the rank of knight.’

There are three categories of knights in Zawoon:
pioneer, researcher, and observer.
Among them, pioneers are also called seekers, researchers are also called technicians, and observers are also called guardians.
This is also the way Zawoon forges its swords, and it also reveals part of its established system.

‘anyway.’

If you rush in assuming you will lose, you are a good researcher.
The second worst are those who ignore their own weaknesses.

‘Stubborn.’

They know they will fail, but they don’t admit it. They lack the ability to objectify themselves.
Some of them may be pioneers because of their talent, but among the people Alexandra has ever seen, there were no outstanding pioneers.

‘I can’t become a researcher either.’

Those who understand, destroy, and study technology again must be able to look back on themselves.
Third, there are those who acknowledge their weaknesses.
This is the commonality of those who move on to the next stage. They acknowledge their weaknesses and find something they can do right away.
My husband hates it, but Alexandra thinks that even this much is an outstanding temperament.
Even if they expect to lose, they don’t just fight. They try to do anything.
They are the ones who go crazy to increase their odds of winning.

‘I have enough temperament to be a researcher and a good observer.’

The last one is my husband’s favorite temperament.

‘I enjoy the pressure itself.’

He enjoys swordsmanship, and he even enjoys being pressured. Enjoying it means being intoxicated by the fight. It’s the quality of a pioneer. He’s one who goes forward.
And even among those who enjoy it, he’s the first to see someone like that.
With a smile all over his face.
You can tell how happy he is just by looking at him.
Encred really rushed in with a face that looked like he was going to die because he was so happy. He
broke through the momentum and stepped forward. Even if a meteor fell in front of him and a mountain collapsed, he would rush in with only a sword in his hand.

‘Temperament shown through the whole body.’

Husband, Tempest drew his sword. Alexandra didn’t take her eyes off him.
Even though they weren’t fighting to the death, their spirits were high. It was like fighting in a real fight, taking just one step back.

Bam!

The husband’s greatsword falls vertically. It is a slashing sword, nicknamed the “sword that crushes mountains.”
It is that heavy. It looks slow, but before swinging the sword, the invisible power, Will, will move and grab the opponent’s entire body.
As she expected, Encred felt the pressure squeezing her feet and entire body, and immediately refused.

‘It’s fun.’

Odinkar was also excellent and fun, but not as good as Gaju.
When he was still, he was like a big mountain, and when he moved, he was like a storm. The momentum of it swept over Will, who was shaking his entire body.
Encred held the three irons and stretched out. Taking a heavy sword head-on?
That’s what it looked like. However, the three irons, with the silent blade in front, strangely twisted, and the power in Gaju’s sword flowed to the side.

Bam!

Still, there was an aftershock to their clash. Ragnar blocked Anne’s path, and Alexandra just watched with her arms crossed.

“What is it?”

Anne couldn’t see anything in her eyes.

“I have to step down.”

Ragnar spoke and stood in front of Anne. If he had just stayed, a flying rock might have burst his forehead.

Whirlwind.

Encred immediately released his three irons as soon as their swords met and dug in. It was one of the craziest things. It would be a move that the opponent could not have predicted.
It was a type of Valen-style mercenary sword, and the result of calculations using flashes of light.
It was extremely violent from the first attack.
Encred clenched his fist and struck Gaju in the face.
If you hit the jaw, you will lose your balance for a moment and lose consciousness, regardless of whether you are a knight or not. Gaju pulled his jaw and received the punch with his forehead.

Bam!

At the same time as the second explosion. Encred struck the face with the fist of the sword that the head of the household had held.
Encred quickly bent his knees to avoid the punch and crossed his arms in front of his chest to block it.
The wave barrier blocks all attacks. It is a judgment made through high-speed thinking.

Bam!

Before he knew it, the raised knee of the master hit the center of both arms. Encred deliberately made his body light and stepped back as if flying.
Then he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the Samcheol again. The tip of the sword that had been stuck in the floor was pulled out naturally, and the Samcheol raised its head from the master’s grasp as if it had been waiting.
Seeing that, the master used the momentum of the raised knee to stab the greatsword.

‘Skilled.’

Both fighting and sparring were like that.
Encred felt numbness in his right hand from the knee strike a moment ago.
He aimed for the knot in his muscle.
He blocked the fist I swung with his forehead and temporarily took away his right hand’s freedom with his knee.
Aside from swinging his sword, he was a natural fighter.
Encred used both hands freely, so swinging his sword with his left hand did not reduce his power.
Rather, he showed his talent by switching the positions of his left and right hands, using his numb right hand as an assistant.
Now, a technique that was naturally ingrained in his body came out. It was a Valen-style hand-switching of the mercenary sword.
He kept his left hand up, supported the bottom of the grip with his right hand, and attempted to break the blade while thrusting.

‘Eritrea.’

It was a sword he had forged. It wouldn’t break easily.
The master didn’t stop stabbing with his sword.

Zzz!

The tip of the three irons curved in the air, and the blade struck the center of the sword that was thrusting. Then, the point that the tip of the sword of the head of the family changed. It was Encred who made it miss with his strength.
Will was boiling. The joy and enthusiasm that was welling up inside him also boiled over like an active volcano.

“Hot!”

Encred shouted, putting strength into his right foot, twisting his waist and extending his left foot. He was striking Gaju’s sword with his foot.

Liar!

He changed the point of attack with his sword and kicked the blade with his left foot to nullify the attack.
Then, this time, the head of the household put down his sword and swung his fist tightly.
The light flowing from his indifferent amber eyes left an afterimage like the tail of a meteor, and he came close to Encred and stuck close to him.

‘Did you subconsciously assume that because it was a heavy sword, the speed at which it could be swung would be slow?’

Yes.
In reality, Gaju’s sword was not that fast. But his feet were not. His feet were very fast.
The calculations of the wave barrier and the calculations of the flash overlap to give the answer. It is a conclusion derived from a high-speed accident.

‘This can’t be avoided.’

Encred looked at Gaju with a smiling face while biting his molars, put down the three irons, and raised his left hand finger to poke the opponent’s eyes.
All movements came naturally. Therefore, there was no hesitation.
If he couldn’t avoid it, he would block the attack with an attack. This was the result of the wave blocking.
Gaju closed his eyes and punched Encred in the stomach.

Liar!

With the sound of the air bursting, Encred felt floating for the first time in a long time.
He floated in the air and flew backwards. At the end of the floating feeling, he felt his back hit the ground with a thud. He
immediately straightened up like a cat, but it was a hit.
If Gaju had rushed at him with his greatsword in hand, Encred would have been fatally wounded, but Gaju stopped with blood flowing from the corner of his eye.
There was no impact to his eyeball. The finger that had stabbed his eyelid only tore the flesh around his eye.
Even though he felt a tingling sensation in his throat due to the impact of the fall on his back, Encred still drew his horn dagger.
Although he was sitting, he was also ready to throw the dagger and stand up to attack at any time.

“Excellent.”

Gaju said. The sparring is over.
Someone let out a sigh and Gaju opened his mouth.

“The urgency of the moment is always one step too late.”

He then added a few more words.

“Only previous efforts correspond to the present urgency, and therefore are excellent.”

In the first place, he was not the type of person to talk much during or after a fight.
Encred didn’t know it, but the people who gathered around and watched, knowingly or unknowingly, knew how excited Gaju was right now.
He was the type of person who would usually say a word or two after a fight, but now he started by saying that he was great.
So he couldn’t help but be surprised.

“You are a distinguished guest.”

A middle-aged man with dark blond hair speaks.

“You don’t seem to have much talent.”

The man with brown hair and six swords on his back, waist, and both thighs also spoke.
Encred spoke while everyone else looked on in surprise.

“One more round?”

It was the temperament to say that. However, his expression was different now. His smile was still there, but I could feel a different emotion inside.
It seemed like he was betting everything he had on saying it. The scent of his emotions spread like spilled perfume.
It was so thick that even an ordinary person who couldn’t handle Will could feel it.
Everyone knew what Encred was feeling because of the scent that spread uncontrollably. It was desperation.