In terms of individual strength, Ronin was a match for anyone on the field.
But facing an army of thousands alone wasn’t just a matter of individual strength.
Granted, Ronin could use Combat Skills to annihilate large groups of enemies, turning them to dust. But after he finished off one wave, a second would fearlessly charge in to surround him.
If Ronin used Low Level Combat Skills, there were plenty of Advanced Level and Bronze Knights among the enemy who could work together to resist them. If he constantly used Seventh-level or higher Combat Skills, the consumption of his Fighting Qi would be imnse.
Therefore, after unleashing a few bursts of Combat Skills, Ronin switched to close-quarters combat.
Relying on his physical strength, combined with the power of his Flowing Fla Sword, he slew the enemies one by one.
In the process, he constantly faced coordinated attacks from multiple directions, testing his reflexes, judgnt, and ability to seize opportunities.
At that mont, Ronin finally understood the gap between himself and Ridder.
Ridder had charged headfirst into battle, had fought amidst an army of thousands; that was how he had honed his superb Body Technique and Swordsmanship.
When Ronin had sparred with Ridder, he had admired his ability to seize opportunities. The mont Ronin revealed the slightest opening, Ridder would grasp it. One wrong move, and Ronin would be defeated.
Only through real battle could one truly improve their combat prowess.
Ronin wasn’t weak, but he could be stronger.
He used the power in his legs to weave through the enemy horde, moving like a graceful dancer. As he continuously dodged attacks, he would thrust out his longsword at the perfect mont or throw a punch, either sending an enemy flying or running them through.
Sotis, a vicious kick would send an enemy flying back into a crowd, knocking over a large swathe of them. He would then seize the opportunity to press his attack and expand his gains.
Slaughter!
A slaughter demanding high intensity and imnse Concentration!
Gradually, Ronin forgot about self-preservation, forgot his original plan of only killing the two teor Knights.
His Flowing Fla Sword never stopped, and his will to fight only grew more fervent.
At that mont, the imnse stamina, endurance, speed, and explosive Power of a Silver Moon Knight were on full display.
Sophia cast Curved Light and Shadow to conceal her form, slowly descending from the sky to a spot twenty to thirty ters above the ground.
She had been prepared to lend a hand if Ronin got into trouble, but she never expected him to be fighting with such relish.
Sophia couldn’t help but think, ’He looks like such a quiet, pretty boy. How can he fight like such a maniac?’
If Ronin knew she thought of him as a "pretty boy," one could only wonder how he would feel.
’Still, even though Ronin is strong, there are just too many Witch Soul Knights here.’
Sophia glanced around.
Even though the local commanders, Idrisa and Trip, were already dead, they had given the order to swarm Ronin before they died.
So, even now, the Witch Soul Knights stationed in Tars Town were still pouring in.
Ronin had already killed at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand.
But looking out, there was still a dense, unbroken sea of them—at least thirty or forty thousand remained.
Most of them were just cannon fodder, but there’s a certain advantage in sheer numbers.
No matter how powerful a Silver Moon Knight was, they weren’t a tireless machine. Eventually, they would grow tired.
Sophia raised both hands, Water Elent gathering in one and Fire Elent in the other. Incredibly, she was casting two separate Magic spells at once!
This was an ability unique to the Siers Clan, sothing other Mages found nearly impossible to do.
"Fire Elent!"
"Water Elent!"
At Sophia’s two soft cries, seven-to-eight-ter-tall fire and water elentals materialized from thin air. They landed on the ground, crushing several Witch Soul Knights underfoot.
The two elental summons could perform normal attacks and cast Low Tier Magic, and each imdiately carved out a clearing in the enemy ranks.
Sophia directed the Magic Flying Carpet to climb a little higher, then walked to its rear.
The Fire Elent in the air grew turbulent. At the beckoning of her slender hands, a massive fireball, fully thirty ters in diater, condensed in the sky.
"Fla God’s Roar!"
HMMMM—
The giant fireball blotted out the sky as it fell. Before the cannon-fodder Witch Soul Knights even made contact with it, they were incinerated by the intense Fire Elent, turning to dust.
BOOM!
The massive fireball slamd into the ground. Its imnse power made the earth tremble and crack. A deafening blast, carrying a violent shockwave, devastated everything in the vicinity, and the world dissolved into a hazy blur!
After the cataclysm, silence returned.
As far as the eye could see, in a hundred-ter radius around the point of impact, nothing remained. Not even a splinter of wood from the collapsed houses was left, and the ground itself was scorched earth.
Sophia panted. Unleashing three consecutive High Tier Magic spells had massively drained her Magic Power and Spiritual Power, and she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her.
’But the Fla God’s Roar, plus the Water and Fire Elentals, should have killed ten to twenty thousand of the Witch Soul Race. They weren’t very strong, after all.’
"The rest is up to you,"
Sophia muttered, piloting the Magic Flying Carpet back to the airspace above where Ronin was fighting.
Ronin had felt the power of that spell and knew it was Sophia’s work.
’Magic really is powerful for area-of-effect attacks,’ he thought.
’But it has its drawbacks. Just like with Carlos, if you use a wide-range spell like Fla God’s Roar after the armies have already engaged, you risk hitting your own allies.’
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH—
The slaughter continued, and Ronin’s combat techniques were improving at a rapid pace. At the sa ti, however, he could finally feel his stamina draining away.
’So it’s true,’ he thought. ’Even a Silver Moon Knight isn’t invincible. I can still be killed through a battle of attrition.’
And this was against an enemy force with no teor Level Knights mixed in, and not even many at the Golden Level.
If there had been a few more teor Level Knights, or if Idrisa and Trip hadn’t been killed beforehand and were attacking alongside these Witch Soul Knights, Ronin would have been in significant trouble.
「anwhile, atop a high tower in Moonlight Castle.」
phisto was staring wide-eyed at the Witch Soul Pearl held before him.
"What is happening?"
"What in the world is happening!"
"Why are the troops deployed in Tars Town being annihilated so quickly?"
He could sense that, starting about ten minutes ago, the number of Witch Soul Knights in Tars Town had begun to diminish rapidly.
Especially just a mont ago—over ten thousand of them had died in a single instant!
He was suddenly on high alert. "This is bad. Have the people from Wushan Territory made their move ahead of schedule?"
phisto’s thoughts imdiately went to Sophia.
’To kill so many Witch Soul Knights in a single blow, that has to be High Tier Magic. In Shore City, among the forces of Wushan Territory, it seems only Sophia has that kind of power, doesn’t it?’
A vicious light glinted in his eyes. He hated the Human Race, and he hated the people of the City of Dawn even more.
Soul Suppressing Bay and the City of Dawn had fought for countless years, and countless people had died.
phisto had thought he would finally be able to make his mark after coming to Orland. He never imagined that, even tens of thousands of miles away, he would run into his mortal enemies again.
"Damn that Siers Clan!"
He put away the Witch Soul Pearl. "I will never spare you!"
phisto rose and left the tower. He needed Jesus to do sothing for him.
Ti slowly passed, and Ronin’s exhaustion grew heavier.
In the battle, he had used Low and High Tier Combat Skills countless tis to create openings for himself, and by now, he had consud most of the Fighting Qi in his body.
His Magic Power was still full, but ’given my exhaustion,’ he thought, ’I could probably only manage to cast a High Tier Spell like Fla God’s Roar once or twice at most.’
Fortunately, the battle was finally nearing its end.
SHLICK—
The Flowing Fla Sword pierced the last Witch Soul Knight that lunged at him. With a twist of his Fighting Qi, he turned his opponent to dust.
Ronin collapsed onto the ground, his arms and legs aching.
"It’s been a long, long ti since I’ve felt this exhausted, my muscles aching like this."
He let out a long sigh. "It’s finally over!"
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