A Knight Who Eternally Regresses Chapter 222

‘Not sure how the rumor got out.’

Encrid saw sothing quite unsettling in the opponent’s eyes.

He didn’t look like soone who just ca to test his strength.

What was reflected in those eyes was greed and avarice.

“A forr soldier, isn’t that a bit arrogant?”

Asked the rcenary Ibarin, lifting his morning star.

It was a threatening stance, a combat-ready posture.

‘Can I crack your head with this?’

It seed to say so with his body.

Nonetheless, Encrid responded while standing still.

“Indeed.”

“You seem confident in your skills?”

Looking like he was ready to attack without question, Ibarin was testing him. Encrid didn’t like that either.

“Moderately.”

When Encrid answered roughly, Ibarin frowned.

“Fucking arrogant bastard.”

It was a deliberate insult, a tactic to unsettle the opponent.

This was also Encrid’s specialty.

In the past, he had spent more days wielding the sword in his mouth rather than the one at his waist to survive.

“Uraah!”

The continued disregard made Ibarin move his feet. He approached with a big step and swung his mace.

Was this the feared Ibarin? A city-level strongman?

The approaching speed was too slow. Compared to Rem, it was so slow that the word sluggish naturally ca to mind.

Although it wasn’t quite to the point of yawning, there was so leeway.

However, he had no intention of fighting half-heartedly.

If he decided to fight, he would do his best.

That statent wasn’t just for show. Encrid truly lived by that principle. In everything, he gave his all.

That’s how a talentless person could progress.

If he had hesitated even a little in pursuing his dream, he wouldn’t be where he was today.

‘He might be different from his appearance.’

He stayed cautious and suspicious.

This could all be a personal tactic.

A strategy to induce carelessness was almost essential for rcenaries.

Whoosh.

Watching the incoming morning star to the end, Encrid sidestepped with his left foot. He spun halfway and drew his sword.

Shing!

He swung as soon as he drew.

Ibarin tried to pull back his swung weapon hastily, but recovering sothing flying due to inertia ssed up his movent.

“Ugh!”

The rcenary with a knife scar on his face clenched his teeth and let out sothing like a battle cry, ultimately dropping his weapon and throwing himself to the side.

The blade sliced through the air. It was on purpose.

Encrid, thinking the opponent might pretend to dodge and then attack, swung his sword simply and focused on defense.

‘Why isn’t he coming?’

Although he didn’t show an opening on purpose, wasn’t now a good ti to attack?

“Let’s do this barehanded.”

Ibarin, who had dropped his weapon, said.

What is this? Encrid instinctively felt.

‘A phony?’

Later, he would learn that the nickna ‘Constraining Ibarin’ ca from his grip strength.

However, the arms of Encrid, who had been trained to a ridiculous extent through the Isolation Technique, only bore handprints.

After Encrid broke his wrist with the sa technique,

“Ahhhhh!”

Only a sharp scream echoed.

He was a phony. His fa was built on lies.

“Hmm.”

Krais, who had been watching the fight, swallowed a groan.

There were platoon mbers watching because they heard it was the first guest.

Rem shook his head.

“Only idiots will gather.”

Jaxon said nothing. Neither did Ragna nor Audin.

They had planned to gather such people, claiming they wanted to et strong individuals while wandering the world, but a phony had shown up.

“Do you want to continue?”

Encrid asked Ibarin, whose wrist was broken.

“No! I don’t!”

Ibarin got scared.

Encrid thought that even Bell could have handled this. With that in mind, he turned away.

“Don’t be too disappointed. They say the adventure begins when you leave the village.”

Krais said. It ant that the beginning and the end couldn’t happen simultaneously.

There was a related saying in the East as well. You can’t be full with the first bite.

Encrid nodded absentmindedly and thought.

Rem was intense and wild.

Jaxon threatened lives nonchalantly.

Ragna pressed with swordsmanship and was skilled in tactics.

Audin had innate great strength and exceptional body control.

Even with such individuals, Encrid craved new experiences.

‘There is a lack.’

Encrid sought to gain sothing different. He wanted to fill that void. It was an almost instinctive longing.

But the first opponent, well…

‘A phony.’

A fool had co. Was he disappointed by that? No, he wasn’t. Encrid wouldn’t be disappointed by sothing so trivial.

When it ca to waiting and enduring, he might very well be considered the best on the continent.

“It’s alright.”

Among the next five visitors, four were similar to the phony. They were fools coveting Encrid’s reputation.

“If I beat you, will I be made Company Commander right away?”

“Did you fight with that body? It seems like you’ve trained adequately, but it looks insufficient.”

“Aren’t you drawing your sword? Will you not bla if you die?”

Encrid seasoned the table Krais had set up to his liking.

When they ca at him with inadequate skills, he broke their limbs one by one.

Among them, there were so who had made a decent na for themselves as rcenaries.

So claid to be wandering swordsn for their own training.

There was even one who bragged about being a forr Squire.

But the majority were rcenaries. Many coveted the nickna ‘The Soldier Who Ended the War’.

After that, seven more guests ca, but it was hard to find anything to learn from them.

Many were literally worse than soldiers.

Among them, there was one decent opponent.

“A beastman, Barakal.”

He was a beastman with poor command of the human language but exceptional physical abilities.

For Encrid, it was a rare worthy opponent.

The beastman used a claw-like weapon that extended from the back of his hand, skilled in unconventional attacks.

He would lift his knee to distract and then swing his claw down from above, or he would lower his stance and rush in almost touching the ground.

These were possible thanks to his innate physical abilities.

Encrid observed, experienced, and learned.

It was not a bad ti.

Even if he didn’t repeat ‘today’, it was a ti to absorb, forge, and train based on what he had accumulated.

Since there was no threat and no wall to face, Encrid lived each day as if repeating ‘today’.

Rem was pushing Dunbachel hard. No, it wasn’t just pushing.

“If you don’t do it properly, you’re dead. Beastwoman.”

At first, it seed like a joke, but now it carried a murderous intent.

Why wouldn’t it?

Wasn’t there sothing to be felt by watching the commander?

The mad beastwoman couldn’t even properly control her own strength.

So, what was to be done?

If you push soone to the edge of a cliff, they will use their strength not to fall.

Rem did just that.

And he felt sothing.

‘There is talent.’

“Innate physical abilities are different. There was a spark in how she used her body.”

So, she was a bit different from Encrid. No, very different.

Though her mind was foolish, her body was exceptional, making teaching her enjoyable.

However, this beastwoman would never beco like the commander.

“I’m done.”

After being pushed a few tis, she passed out like that. Endurance? Willpower? If she had those, the gap with Encrid would be enormous.

Rem, after half-killing Dunbachel, thought of Encrid.

Now, he believed Encrid’s skills had significantly improved.

To the point where it was uncomfortable to go easy on him as before.

To the point where any slight carelessness required him to take it seriously.

Judging his growth, a word ca to mind.

“Knight.”

The path Encrid wanted to walk was also open to Rem himself.

Of course, it wasn’t the Knightly order talked about on this continent.

Rem’s tribe had their own ways.

Recently, he had been thinking unusually much. That was why. It was the reason he was pushing Dunbachel more fiercely.

He was pushing his opponent, and through that, he was pushing himself. That was an act that helped Rem.

“Are you crazy? Lying down? Sleeping? Are you sleeping right now? Falling asleep during training?”

At his haranguing, Dunbachel reluctantly got up. She was ready to agree completely if soone told her this demon had co from the Demon Realm.

The soldier who ended the war.

“This bastard is that bastard.”

The Sacred Cult of the Demon Realm, which was plotting various sches in the north of Pen-Hanil.

One of their key executives muttered inside a small pub.

He occupied a worn wooden table, and as it was early, there were few people inside the pub.

On the table lay a drawing of Encrid’s face.

‘The one who repeatedly disrupted our work.’

The one who destroyed the Knoll Colony in the pioneer village and eventually even killed the priest.

The one who killed the manticore and the handler, sent for assassination.

‘A stumbling block.’

The cult executive decided. They said that the stumbling block was now spreading strange rumors, asking to be found.

“Go and kill him.”

Ordered the cultist. There were those on this side capable of destroying a Knoll Colony. There was an abundance of such force.

Of course, there was also force surpassing his.

At the executive’s command, the woman sitting across the table rose.

Her shoulders were twice as broad as other n’s, and her thighs were as thick as tree trunks.

Her eyes were narrow, making her eyeballs barely visible, and her lips were even narrower.

She was a warrior raised by the cult, one who lacked talent in spells and had reached her current position purely through physical ability.

“Yes.”

The female warrior stood up. Her height made her look like a Giant. Indeed, the blood of Giants flowed in her veins.

The Sacred Cult of the Demon Realm had infused her with that blood as an experint.

If you excluded will, her physical abilities and combat power were undoubtedly.

‘Junior-Knight level.’

Thus, there would be no shortage in killing the one nad Encrid. There was no need to send an assassin. Since he was spreading rumors to gather soone to kill him, they would oblige.

They would let him fight and die as he wished.

The Black Blade Bandits understood the importance of reputation more than anything else.

“It doesn’t seem right to just let it end with us getting beaten and retreating, does it? Even if we withdraw, we shouldn’t just pull out.”

The sche Marcus pulled off was already received by the main branch of the Black Blade.

And one of the Black Blade bandits from the main branch devised a plan similar to the cultist’s.

‘What if we kill the guy Marcus set up?’

Several nobles with connections to the center are involved. They are under contractual relationships with him. This event will narrow the footing of that guy, Marcus.

It’s the fulfillnt of the contract.

If necessary, they’re even willing to kill Marcus.

But first, they’ll slit the throat of the one who stepped up.

Just as they decided this, a hidden man in the Border Guard began acting strangely.

The rumor of ‘the soldier who ended the war’ had reached here as well.

“Is he saying co if you want to fight?”

The Black Blade Bandits had several who were skilled in combat.

The main branch decided to send one of them.

He was a man with brown hair and a plain appearance.

His nickna was Swift Blade.

He got that nickna because of his incredible skill with a single sword.

“Go and take care of it, will you?”

He was a lunatic who found ecstasy in murder, sticking a knife in his opponent’s throat with a smile.

“Sure.”

The leader of the Black Blade Bandits sent Swift Blade.

Swift Blade was said to be a tragic genius, expelled for committing too many murders.

If he hadn’t joined the Black Blade Bandits, he would have been dead long ago.

‘We’ve spent quite a bit of gold keeping that guy around.’

They had appeased nobles who wanted him dead and spent a lot of Krona to keep him hidden and give him what he wanted.

The reason to sharpen a blade is to use it.

This was the ti to use it.

It wasn’t just the cultists and the Black Blade who sent people.

Several from under Count Molsen also moved.

“You’re doing sothing interesting. Is there no warrior to go and prove the Count’s blade is greater?”

At the Count’s words, two of his children and one warrior stepped forward. One of them had previously faced Encrid.

“I will go.”

He didn’t stop his son from stepping up.

Whether it’s a good impression or a bad one, it was necessary to make their presence known.

This wasn’t the end. Even places unrelated to Count Molsen, the Black Blade, or the cultists heard of Encrid’s news.

“Has that friend improved so much?”

It was the rapier swordsman who couldn’t reveal his na during the previous escort mission for the Rockfreed rchant group.

He habitually brushed where his mustache used to be with his hand.

Now it was clean-shaven, leaving his hand feeling empty.

“That’s what they say.”

He had just finished various tasks. So he had so leisure ti.

‘Shall I drop by?’

He thought Encrid wouldn’t improve further, but if he suddenly had, maybe he sold his soul to a devil.

Not that he could ignore it.

He was purely curious as well.

How much had he changed?

Wasn’t it on the way?

“We might have to make a detour.” said his subordinate.

The rapier swordsman, after staring at the map for a while, responded.

“It seems on the way?”

Not at all. The subordinate thought for a mont before answering.

“Yes, it is.”

Everyone nodded in agreent.

Considering his montum and status, they couldn’t disagree.

It was a way to clear his head and not be so rigid.

The man thought and started walking.

He was very curious about how much Encrid had changed.

After beating Ibarin down, quite a few rcenaries ca to challenge. Initially, Encrid accepted them all.

“It seems pointless. I’ll only accept challenges from those who can at least defeat Bell.”

Krais, who had been watching, neatly summarized.

And they did as he said.

“Next!”

During the training, not only Bell but also several other soldiers stepped up.

Among them, so soldiers lost, in which case Platoon leaders would step up.

If it seed like the Platoon leaders would lose, even the Company Commanders would step up.

“That’s not enough!”

The 2nd Company Commander, with a scar on his cheek, shouted.

“Wooah!”

“As expected!”

“Palto! Palto!”

Unexpected cheers echoed, now becoming a routine occurrence.

The innkeeper, Allen, who was initially bewildered, had also gotten used to it.

“More beer!”

He was busy selling drinks to the spectators.

It seed like uneventful days would continue.

Amidst all this, a warrior erged who defeated even the 2nd Company Commander, Palto.

“An unfamiliar na but exceptional skills. And it’s a woman.”

That female warrior stood before Encrid.

Behind the inn in the training ground, even rchants around the market were coming to watch frequently.

“A Giant?”

Encrid asked, looking at his opponent. It was surprising to see soone bigger than Audin, and more so because it was a woman.

“Mixed.”

The opponent replied. Though her voice was husky, it was clear she was a woman.

Encrid raised his sword, pointing the tip upward, with his weight centered in the middle of his feet.

His instincts told him that this opponent was by no ans an easy one.

The woman also drew her weapon.

It was a sword and shield. The shield was solid tal.

Just from the weapons she carried, it was clear.

She possessed imnse, extraordinary strength.

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