The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 708- Advanced Swordsmanship

At that time, he did not even know how to properly swing a sword, using brute force to cut his way.

And now look at him, the young man standing opposite Reinhardt had grown far beyond what anyone in this little town or even he could have imagined.

That said, no matter how powerful Drystan was, it was still impossible for him at this point to defeat Reinhardt.

Silas was clearer than anyone on this point.

"Strength, Agility, Endurance, Stamina, Mana... All his stats are approaching High (High). Moreover, that talent with sword... He has clearly mastered more than two Transcendent States and has established his own combat rhythm. Commander, you sired a good son".

Looking at Reinhardt, Silas couldn’t help but sigh. In his eyes, Reinhardt’s aura, even while suppressed, was blazing.

At this moment, a small figure suddenly burst out from the church.

"Wait, Lucas!" Behind him, Granny Maribel hurriedly reached out to grab him, trying to hold him back.

However, the little boy slipped from her grasp and ran straight into the open square. The boy’s fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were red, and tears threatened to spill at any moment. Yet he stubbornly endured them.

Looking toward Drystan standing amidst the shattered earth and flying dust, he shouted with all the strength his small body could muster.

"Don’t lose, big brother."

Drystan, who was huffing, froze. His eyes couldn’t help but look towards the speaker.

"Big brother is the strongest. You protect everyone... so don’t lose". The little boy’s voice trembled as he spoke his heartfelt words.

The words struck harder than any sword.

In Blueberry Town, Drystan and the others were heroes. When anyone suffered injustice, they stood up for them. When nobles and other big figures tried to exploit them, Drystan and the others again stood up for the town.

Of course, children did not understand such complex things. What they saw was Drystan and the others protecting the town when monsters came too close to the town. Or driving bandits when they targeted their town.

Or when winter arrived, and families struggled to survive, somehow food would appear at their doorstep, delivered by none other than Drystan and his league.

The children had grown up watching their backs. Admiring them. Dreaming of becoming like them one day.

Perhaps emboldened by Lucas’s actions, more children ran out from the church despite the adults trying to stop them.

"Big brother Drystan."

"You can do it."

"Beat the bad guy."

"Don’t lose."

"We’re cheering for you."

The scene caught Drystan completely off guard. For a moment, he simply stared and then a grin appeared on his lips.

That wild arrogance and fearless attitude returned to his body. That’s right, he cannot fall here. He had too many things to protect and responsibilities to shoulder.

In the history of mankind, destiny favoured the bold and fearless. Feeling the hopes and prayers of the children, a change occurred.

Whoosh... A powerful wind suddenly erupted around him. His aura surged violently, explosively, becoming sharper and more focused.

Like a blade finally finding its purpose. His eyes burned brighter than before and his determination blazed fiercely.

Protect... That simple thought resonated within his heart. And at that very moment, his strength climbed another step.

Below near the yard, Silas too felt his disciple’s strength improving and couldn’t help but show a pleased expression.

Blueberry Town was merely a remote backwater settlement. There simply weren’t many opponents capable of pushing Drystan this far. Even sparring with him had its limits.

But now, facing someone like Reinhardt, the young man’s potential was rapidly being forged through pressure.

Reinhardt, who was closest to him, immediately noticed the change. He observed his opponent. He could tell that the latter’s rhythm had changed, and his previously volatile aura had become much more explosive and dense.

Even his breathing had become much smoother. Growth during battle. What an extraordinary talent.

Reinhardt reckoned that the other party’s stats had grown during the fight, breaking into a new tier. Interesting. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. To grow stronger amidst battle...

His opponent undoubtedly possessed terrifying talent. Had he displayed such potential during the Knight Entrance Examination, every major order in Solaris would have fought over recruiting him.

The Temple of Light. The Order of the Blazing Sun. The Guardian of the Divine Radiance. Or the other Great Orders, none of them would ignore such a gem.

BOOM... The ground exploded beneath Drystan’s feet. His body moved at unbelievable speed.

His figure twisted around the shattered battlefield like a hunting wolf circling its prey. The next instant...

SHING... His sword descended diagonally.

Before the strike could land, he shifted his footing, and the slash changed direction midway. Horizontal, then vertical and then a thrust. The attacks flowed one after another without pause.

His body spun with the momentum of each strike. The sword danced around him like an extension of his limbs. Dust spiraled around his figure.

His cloak snapped violently in the wind as he accelerated further and further. A sharp upward slash became a pivot, the pivot became a spin, and the spin became another strike from an impossible angle.

Every movement carried his fearsome strength and the purpose to protect.

At this moment, his swordsmanship improved by miles.

SLASH... SLASH... SLASH... Razor sharp blade energies cut through everything.

Cracks spread everywhere, and gales howled through the square. Drystan’s attacks had become noticeably faster, sharper, and more difficult to avoid. What’s more, the pressure he mounted was nothing like before.

Without a doubt, he had evolved amidst their battle.

Unfortunately for him... His opponent was Reinhardt, a monstrous talent in his own realm.

Swish... Reinhardt slightly tilted his head and Drystan’s sword missed by mere centimeters. Then, with a step backward, another strike passed harmlessly before him. Then, with a shift of his shoulders, the blade brushed past his coat.

Seeing this, Drystan’s attacks grew increasingly fierce and complex. Yet the result never changed. Reinhardt moved through the storm of blades with astonishing ease.

Like a leaf drifting through rain.

It was true that Drystan had become stronger during battle. However, what he still used, his breathing, styles, and attacks, were all fundamentally composed of basic knight techniques.

No matter how much stronger he became... No matter how much faster he became.. In essence, his swordsmanship had remained at the same level.

Basic Knight Techniques... every knight needs to learn this before they can even call themselves knights.

Reinhardt, too had practiced those very moves and styles day after day, month after month, year after year until his muscles tore and his body screamed. Until every motion had become instinct engraved into his body.

Basic slashes, thrusts, footwork, and transitions. To him, they were no longer techniques. They were breathing itself. Something that had ingrained itself into his body like muscle memory.

Even blindfolded, he could probably predict where the next strike would come from.

"HAHHH!" Drystan roared and threw even more strength into his swings. A thrust, a horizontal slash and an upward cut.

The attacks came like crashing waves.

"I will defeat you. There are too many things for me to protect. I will not fall here".

Facing his attacks, Reinhardt meanwhile remained calm. He had already seen through the depth of his opponent’s strength.

Although the sudden growth during the battle was unexpected, it was not too shocking.

Throughout his journey as a knight, Reinhardt had encountered many monstrous talents.

People who grew stronger under pressure. People who transformed adversity into strength and bloomed during battle. Drystan was undoubtedly one of them.

But, there was one thing that even talent alone cannot bridge. And that was even higher talent, overwhelming experience, overwhelming mastery.

Reinhardt was a Level 8 Holy Knight, although he had recently moved to this level, most of his training and childhood was spent honing the sword.

There was no way he could be defeated by someone who was not even a proper knight. Reinhardt sighed inwardly. It was time to end this.

"Your fundamentals are excellent. But fundamentals alone cannot carry you forever." Reinhardt slowly raised his sword. Drystan’s pupils narrowed.

"Pay attention. This is what comes next" Like a teacher instructing a student, he spoke calmly.

The next moment, his figure disappeared.

Where did he go? Drystan looked around.

"Behind you," A voice answered from behind him.

Sensing danger, Drystan attacked swinging his sword behind him.

CLANG... Their blades met. No, not met. Intercepted. Reinhardt’s sword slid perfectly along the path of Drystan’s attack before striking the weak point in his stance.

The force of the impact traveled through his arms, causing his balance to collapse and halting his movement entirely.

"[Stillwater Parry]" Reinhardt calmly spoke.

Drystan’s eyes widened in disbelief. No matter how much strength he applied, it vanished mysteriously, unable to push the opponent’s sword by even a millimetre.

"[Extreme Sword Rend]" Reinhardt spoke again, and his blade moved.

One strike became two. Two became four. Four became eight.