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Chapter 81.1: East of Empire (5)
I, too, underestimated the situation, as did Suetlg-nim.
The tournament was not a place to casually adjust ones strength and show off. It was a battlefield where notable foes attacked each other on sight.
To survive, one had to defeat the oncoming opponents, and defeating them inevitably drew attention.
Yulska of the Gemarti family!
Johan of Yeats. Come.
Yulska spurred her horse, her long hair flying. Her eyes were filled with anger, but her movements were steady. She, too, seemed like an experienced knight.
Be careful of him! Hes the one who defeated Sir Boriska.
I know!
Ordinary knights, while charging on horseback, did not thrust their spears straight ahead, but diagonally, fearing the impact and subsequent collision.
However, Johan thrust directly forward.
Whether it was due to lack of experience or true confidence in his strength, Johan ultimately won, and Boriska fell.
?
Boriska of the Petreo family was a well-known knight in this area, and they were knights who followed him. Johan was unaware of this.
The two knights split to either side, aiming to attack Johan. It was clear they could read each others intentions.
In this tournament, where fighting with blunted weapons, unconventional methods were necessary to defeat an opponent.
Unhorsing them, removing their helmet, breaking their weapons. . .
The knights targeting Johan seemed to aim for both unhorsing and helmet removal, attacking fiercely from above. Johan, putting his weight on the saddle, deftly withstood the attack.
In mounted combat, quick judgment and horsemanship were more important than excellent swordsmanship. The two knights, failing to finish in one strike, turned their horses again.
Thats when Johan counterattacked.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Johan, barely breathing, swung his weapon. The two could not synchronize their attack every time. Johan first struck at the torso of the knight who charged first.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
On the third strike, the knight was unhorsed. Despite blocking the attacks with his shield, Yulska was astonished by the strength that shattered his opponent.
But the fight was not over. Johan, strapping his shield to his arm, grabbed Yulskas arm and swung her off her horse.
Another unhorsing.
Cheers erupted from the stands.
To the audience, it appeared as though Johan had defeated two knights at once.
. . . . , . -.
Its the commander, capture him!
If we take down the commander, victory will be ours!
!
Johan lifted his head. Western knights who had broken through the formation were aggressively attacking Achladda.
Achladda, true to his centaur nature, dodged the enemies by jumping here and there, but the knights were relentless, chasing him persistently.
As the battle reached its midpoint, if the commander were to be unseated or surrender, it was highly likely that the Duke would declare the end of the fight.
!
, !
! !
Surprisingly, the audience cheered for Achladda. Even those who usually disliked centaurs had to acknowledge his honor in this situation.
The sight of more than five knights desperately attacking a single person was not considered honorable for knights, perhaps in war, but not here.
Why dont you surrender already, centaur!
If I had my bow, these humans would have been dead long ago! What about it, why not try one-on-one?!
. . . . . .
The knights expressions wavered when hit with a painful truth. They believed they couldnt beat Achladda one-on-one.
The knights, who would need a lifetime of riding to achieve unity with their horse, were no match for the centaurs who were born with this unity.
!
Euclyia, Achladdas cousin, joined the fray with a wild Eastern war cry, wielding a spear. Just as the tide seemed to turn, three more knights rushed in to block his cousin.
Achladda exclaimed in a hollow voice.
Do you have no pride or honor? The very people who called me a savage are acting. . . just like that.
Shut up, you cursed wretch!
How dare a centaur speak!
Achladdas taunts clearly ignited the knights anger. They attacked ferociously, indicating the fight was far from over and bloodshed seemed imminent.
The Duke frowned, his hand already gripping his sword.
Drawing the sword would signify the end of the fight.
And thats when Johan stepped in.
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Chapter 81.1: East of Empire (5)
I, too, underestimated the situation, as did Suetlg-nim.
The tournament was not a place to casually adjust ones strength and show off. It was a battlefield where notable foes attacked each other on sight.
To survive, one had to defeat the oncoming opponents, and defeating them inevitably drew attention.
Yulska of the Gemarti family!
Johan of Yeats. Come.
Yulska spurred her horse, her long hair flying. Her eyes were filled with anger, but her movements were steady. She, too, seemed like an experienced knight.
Be careful of him! Hes the one who defeated Sir Boriska.
I know!
Ordinary knights, while charging on horseback, did not thrust their spears straight ahead, but diagonally, fearing the impact and subsequent collision.
However, Johan thrust directly forward.
Whether it was due to lack of experience or true confidence in his strength, Johan ultimately won, and Boriska fell.
?
Boriska of the Petreo family was a well-known knight in this area, and they were knights who followed him. Johan was unaware of this.
The two knights split to either side, aiming to attack Johan. It was clear they could read each others intentions.
In this tournament, where fighting with blunted weapons, unconventional methods were necessary to defeat an opponent.
Unhorsing them, removing their helmet, breaking their weapons. . .
The knights targeting Johan seemed to aim for both unhorsing and helmet removal, attacking fiercely from above. Johan, putting his weight on the saddle, deftly withstood the attack.
In mounted combat, quick judgment and horsemanship were more important than excellent swordsmanship. The two knights, failing to finish in one strike, turned their horses again.
Thats when Johan counterattacked.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
Johan, barely breathing, swung his weapon. The two could not synchronize their attack every time. Johan first struck at the torso of the knight who charged first.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
On the third strike, the knight was unhorsed. Despite blocking the attacks with his shield, Yulska was astonished by the strength that shattered his opponent.
But the fight was not over. Johan, strapping his shield to his arm, grabbed Yulskas arm and swung her off her horse.
Another unhorsing.
Cheers erupted from the stands.
To the audience, it appeared as though Johan had defeated two knights at once.
. . . . , . -.
Its the commander, capture him!
If we take down the commander, victory will be ours!
!
Johan lifted his head. Western knights who had broken through the formation were aggressively attacking Achladda.
Achladda, true to his centaur nature, dodged the enemies by jumping here and there, but the knights were relentless, chasing him persistently.
As the battle reached its midpoint, if the commander were to be unseated or surrender, it was highly likely that the Duke would declare the end of the fight.
!
, !
! !
Surprisingly, the audience cheered for Achladda. Even those who usually disliked centaurs had to acknowledge his honor in this situation.
The sight of more than five knights desperately attacking a single person was not considered honorable for knights, perhaps in war, but not here.
Why dont you surrender already, centaur!
If I had my bow, these humans would have been dead long ago! What about it, why not try one-on-one?!
. . . . . .
The knights expressions wavered when hit with a painful truth. They believed they couldnt beat Achladda one-on-one.
The knights, who would need a lifetime of riding to achieve unity with their horse, were no match for the centaurs who were born with this unity.
!
Euclyia, Achladdas cousin, joined the fray with a wild Eastern war cry, wielding a spear. Just as the tide seemed to turn, three more knights rushed in to block his cousin.
Achladda exclaimed in a hollow voice.
Do you have no pride or honor? The very people who called me a savage are acting. . . just like that.
Shut up, you cursed wretch!
How dare a centaur speak!
Achladdas taunts clearly ignited the knights anger. They attacked ferociously, indicating the fight was far from over and bloodshed seemed imminent.
The Duke frowned, his hand already gripping his sword.
Drawing the sword would signify the end of the fight.
And thats when Johan stepped in.
Chapter 81.1: East of Empire 5I, too, underestimated the situation, as did Suetlg-nim.The tournament was not a place to casually adjust ones strength and show off. It was a battlefield where notable foes attacked each other on sight.To survive, one had to defeat the oncoming opponents, and defeating them inevitably drew attention.Yulska of the Gemarti family!Johan of Yeats. Come.Yulska spurred her horse, her long hair flying. Her eyes were filled with anger, but her movements were steady. She, too, seemed like an experienced knight.Be careful of him! Hes the one who defeated Sir Boriska.I know!Ordinary knights, while charging on horseback, did not thrust their spears straight ahead, but diagonally, fearing the impact and subsequent collision.However, Johan thrust directly forward.Whether it was due to lack of experience or true confidence in his strength, Johan ultimately won, and Boriska fell.?Boriska of the Petreo family was a well-known knight in this area, and they were knights who followed him. Johan was unaware of this.The two knights split to either side, aiming to attack Johan. It was clear they could read each others intentions.In this tournament, where fighting with blunted weapons, unconventional methods were necessary to defeat an opponent.Unhorsing them, removing their helmet, breaking their weapons. . .The knights targeting Johan seemed to aim for both unhorsing and helmet removal, attacking fiercely from above. Johan, putting his weight on the saddle, deftly withstood the attack.In mounted combat, quick judgment and horsemanship were more important than excellent swordsmanship. The two knights, failing to finish in one strike, turned their horses again.Thats when Johan counterattacked.The source of this content novelbinJohan, barely breathing, swung his weapon. The two could not synchronize their attack every time. Johan first struck at the torso of the knight who charged first.Once. Twice. Thrice.On the third strike, the knight was unhorsed. Despite blocking the attacks with his shield, Yulska was astonished by the strength that shattered his opponent.But the fight was not over. Johan, strapping his shield to his arm, grabbed Yulskas arm and swung her off her horse.Another unhorsing.Cheers erupted from the stands.To the audience, it appeared as though Johan had defeated two knights at once.. . . . , . -.Its the commander, capture him!If we take down the commander, victory will be ours!!Johan lifted his head. Western knights who had broken through the formation were aggressively attacking Achladda.Achladda, true to his centaur nature, dodged the enemies by jumping here and there, but the knights were relentless, chasing him persistently.As the battle reached its midpoint, if the commander were to be unseated or surrender, it was highly likely that the Duke would declare the end of the fight.!, !! !Surprisingly, the audience cheered for Achladda. Even those who usually disliked centaurs had to acknowledge his honor in this situation.The sight of more than five knights desperately attacking a single person was not considered honorable for knights, perhaps in war, but not here.Why dont you surrender already, centaur!If I had my bow, these humans would have been dead long ago! What about it, why not try one-on-one?!. . . . . .The knights expressions wavered when hit with a painful truth. They believed they couldnt beat Achladda one-on-one.The knights, who would need a lifetime of riding to achieve unity with their horse, were no match for the centaurs who were born with this unity.!Euclyia, Achladdas cousin, joined the fray with a wild Eastern war cry, wielding a spear. Just as the tide seemed to turn, three more knights rushed in to block his cousin.Achladda exclaimed in a hollow voice.Do you have no pride or honor? The very people who called me a savage are acting. . . just like that.Shut up, you cursed wretch!How dare a centaur speak!Achladdas taunts clearly ignited the knights anger. They attacked ferociously, indicating the fight was far from over and bloodshed seemed imminent.The Duke frowned, his hand already gripping his sword.Drawing the sword would signify the end of the fight.And thats when Johan stepped in.
