After the reappearance of the Death Hurricane Knight Order led by the Centaur King Morgan.
The entire Wilderness Plains beca bustling.
Centaur Tribes of all sizes, elite warriors within the tribe, responded to the king’s call, ard with weapons and provisions, setting off either alone or in groups, but all Centaur Warriors’ goal was to follow the king.
Among them, the older Centaur Warriors, with steadfast and fervent expressions, were propelled forward by the experiences buried deep in ancient mories. Their hooves left ever-hotter prints, as if engulfed in flas, with no hesitation even if the final destination of this battle was death.
The younger, new generation of Centaur Warriors grew up hearing the glorious deeds of the great leader Morgan told by their elders, and their hearts were filled with admiration for this king’s strength and valor. Although these youngsters didn’t have the fanatical loyalty of the old-tirs, their youthful hearts and blood made them fearless nonetheless.
Within just three days, Morgan had over eight hundred followers behind him. These Centaur Warriors were trained in a profession passed down through generations unique to the Centaur Race—the Hurricane Knights.
Every Hurricane Knight had at least the strength of a Mid-level Professional, capable of easily tearing apart tigers and leopards with their bare hands. In a charge, they could smash through dozens of tons of solid rock without a scratch on themselves. The power of the hurricane made them move with the speed of a phantom, coming and going like the wind!
Forty years ago, these Hurricane Centaur Warriors were the terror of all monsters and demons on this wasteland. Even the Human army had to behave themselves here.
But tis have changed; the once-declining Yalbit Kingdom has been revitalized, and the previously weak military power of the Kas Duchy has also flourished. Centaurs, limited by geography and race, rely almost entirely on humans for comrce, professional knowledge, weapon forging, and cultivation potions, and thus have been endlessly exploited by humans. Over the decades, although the population of Centaurs has doubled, little else has changed from previous tis.
Backwardness inevitably leads to beatings.
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"Trample! Trample! Trample!"
Roaring like a mountain cry and sea howl, the wearing leather armor, wielding rough giant swords Centaur Warriors charged forward fearlessly like a hurricane flood.
Opposite them, a thousand-strong Human knight order also roared, launching their charge without fear.
"May the Purple Thorn eternally blossom!"
This is the strongest knight order ford by the Kas Duchy—the Purple Thorn Knight Order. They were dressed in full sets of gray Enchanted Armor, with a blossoming purple thorn flower embroidered on the left arm of the armor, eyes cold and emotionless, like steel machines. Their mounts were entirely gray Six-legged Giant Horses, larger and more robust than regular horses, also equipped with full Enchanted Armor, looking mighty and majestic, with an imposing aura.
In contrast, the Hurricane Knight Order’s Centaur Warriors seed like bumpkins from the countryside.
However, their external embarrassnt could not hide the burning hearts beneath their intertwining blood and bones.
Amidst the soul-stirring knight order slogans and the earth’s trembling lantations, the two knight orders collided with ferocity, and the symphony of blood and bone began!
Behind both knight orders, Centaur King Morgan and the Purple Thorn Knight Order leader Ma Lei, titled ’Silent Knight,’ faced each other across kiloters. The forr’s blue eyes were filled with ferocity, while the latter’s gray eyes only showed cold indifference and dead silence.
Both gazed at each other, tacitly avoiding the combat range of the knight orders, then advancing, running, and charging towards each other!
Dark blue Hurricane Fighting Qi surged from Centaur King Morgan, covering the distance of several kiloters in the blink of an eye, frighteningly fast!
’Silent Knight’ Ma Lei released a gray, deathly aura of Qi from both himself and his mount, causing the grass and earth to wither and die wherever they passed, extinguishing all life.
Boom~ Woo~!
The clash of spear and sword created a sound so imnse it was almost silent, spreading across the lands.
With them at the center, the earth within a hundred ters radius seed like it was being churned by an Earth Dragon, cracks spreading everywhere. Beneath their mounts in the face of the storming Qi, a massive circular pit appeared.
Boom!
Clang~!
In close combat, the two fought intensely for ten seconds, clashing over a thousand tis, then suddenly retreating.
Centaur King Morgan stood on a large rock churned out from the earth, looking across several hundred ters at Ma Lei who was panting heavily, muscles slightly twitching, and exclaid,
"Indeed, worthy of the title ’Silent Knight’ among humans; I, Morgan, acknowledge you!" Saying so, Morgan’s tone suddenly turned cold,
"However, today you must die here."
Pale blue Fighting Qi dispersed from Morgan, as he raised the two-ter-long broad giant sword, the terrifyingly condensed Hurricane Fighting Qi enveloped it, buzzing with an intense blue glow.
With another glance, Morgan had already vanished from his place.
Ma Lei noticed this early, eyes filled with genuine admiration.
"Such terrifying Hurricane Fighting Qi; it seems you aren’t far from Legendary... I’m inferior to you... a pity."
With a hint of regret in his eyes, a dim gray light flashed in Ma Lei’s arms, and a thin gray line shot towards the approaching Morgan at a speed barely catchable by the naked eye.
Facing this seemingly unimpressive gray line, Morgan felt his whole body shuddering, a sense of imminent death clouding his mind.
"Can’t dodge." Realizing this, Morgan’s heart cald down instead. Ti seed to slow down several tis in his eyes.
Held at the threshold of Legendary for twenty years, searching intensely for his path, Morgan suddenly insighted a trace of the True Essence of the Legendary at this mont.
’Slow’.
"So that’s what it is," Morgan realized, the so-called Legendary Truth varies for each Legendary Powerhouse, each possessing uniqueness and exclusivity. For example, those cultivating Fire Elent may insight ’Bursting’, ’Burning’, ’High Temperature’, traits of the fire’s root characteristics, yet their insights have subtle differences.
What Morgan insighted now was the ’Slow’ of the wind.
When the wind calms and stops, the world seems to slow down.
Upon looking again at the previously hard-to-catch thin gray line, Morgan found he could clearly perceive its trajectory and the extinction aura it emitted, all clearly visible.
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