"That is not sothing you need to worry about," Dartnerly declared. With his robust physique, he dismissed the minor backlash entirely.
He drew his blade once more and slashed toward Nemus.
Battles between Holy Knights lacked the flashy light and sound effects of a Spellcaster's duel.
Any faint radiance present was rely a byproduct of their special abilities.
For the most part, it was a brutal clash of steel upon steel, exchanging blows in extre close quarters.
Although Nemus did not possess an advantage in attribute values, his mastery of the sword gradually allowed him to completely overpower his opponent as he grew accustod to Dartnerly's combat patterns.
Furthermore, what truly astonished Dartnerly was Nemus's unique trait.
It was subtle and unobtrusive, yet it completely neutralized Dartnerly's advantage in attribute values.
It felt as if countless invisible forces swirled around Nemus. Every strike Dartnerly launched was swiftly swallowed up, rendering his fierce attacks entirely ordinary.
Even utilizing the Path of the Saint trait, he remained entirely unable to suppress Nemus.
'That sword is far from ordinary!' Dartnerly thought as he stared at the blade in Nemus's hand. He realized it would take an unimaginable number of strikes for Holy Rupture to take effect.
On one hand, this was because the Forest Treasure Sword was steeped in history, preventing it from functioning like a standard blade.
On the other hand, Nemus's swordsmanship had evolved to a level that Dartnerly could barely comprehend.
Every swing of Dartnerly's sword carried enough power to cleave an enemy in two.
Yet during their clashes, Nemus's blade simply glided along the edge of his weapon without causing any direct obstruction.
Instead, he used this thod to subtly redirect the trajectory of Dartnerly's strikes.
As a result, despite executing the exquisite and imnsely powerful sword techniques unique to the Dartnerly family, Dartnerly only managed to chop his own Manor Great Hall to pieces. His razor-sharp edge seed to constantly miss Nemus by a re hairsbreadth, completely unable to inflict any harm.
Nemus's blade flowed smoothly, taking on the gentle and fluid nature of running water.
This water-like swordplay carried a relentless, surging montum.
Dartnerly gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. After taking a deep breath, he abandoned his reckless attempts to heavily injure Nemus.
He was certain that Nemus's swordsmanship could not flawlessly redirect his attacks forever.
Nemus might succeed countless tis, but a single mistake would be all Dartnerly needed to take his life.
"The mont you believe you have stabilized the situation is exactly when you are in the greatest danger," Nemus stated. He pressed his blade forward, sliding steel against steel to channel a diagonal force.
To counter the Dartnerly family's Path of the Saint trait, Nemus had developed a highly specialized set of sword techniques.
Driven by this guiding force, Dartnerly suddenly felt his diagonal slash being forcibly transford into a straight thrust.
Possessing overwhelming brute strength but being completely unable to land a solid blow left Dartnerly feeling exceptionally frustrated and furious, yet utterly helpless.
However, this frustration and anger morphed into pure terror in an instant.
Following that straight thrust, a strange force traveled down his sword, pulling his body forward. He had completely lost control of his movents.
Without him noticing, his control over his own body had rapidly deteriorated.
At the sa ti, it felt as if tiny streams of energy scattered throughout his body were violently erupting with every movent he made.
Secret Technique: Descending Hummingbird!
After his skirmish with Jacques, Nemus confird that a conflict with the Dartnerly family was inevitable. He had spent the past six months specifically developing this secret sword technique.
The Path of the Saint trait allowed for incredibly fierce offenses, rendering standard defenses, dodges, and even blocks completely ineffective.
The user could turn around or retract their hand, but the one thing they absolutely could not do was retreat.
Any force that pushed them backward would transform into a backlash that ravaged their own body. Using this fundantal weakness as a foundation, Nemus had created Descending Hummingbird.
By utilizing his water-like swordsmanship for guidance, he generated two opposing forces.
The primary force overtly manipulated the opponent into performing specific movents, while the secondary force relied on high-frequency blade collisions to subtly channel hidden energy into the enemy's body.
The combination of these forces essentially planted rapid-fire landmines within the target. Because the continuous impacts caused a numbing sensation, the victim remained completely oblivious to the danger.
Once enough of these hidden traps were set, detonating them all at once would cause the target to completely lose control.
Dartnerly had no ti to react before Nemus appeared directly behind him.
He delivered a swift, powerful kick.
A protective radiance flared to life, but Nemus's foot bypassed the light entirely, landing a solid strike directly against Dartnerly's back.
Already trapped in a forward thrusting motion, the added montum from Nemus's kick sent Dartnerly rocketing out of the Great Hall and flying straight onto the manor's lawn.
Imdiately, only a handful of Iron Rank witnesses remained standing within the Great Hall.
The Black Iron Rank individuals had long since retreated to a safe distance before the clash even began.
Otherwise, the re shockwaves from the battle would have easily claid their lives.
At this mont, those who witnessed the exchange were left staring in sheer astonishnt.
"This... Although we knew the Great Knight must be confident to challenge the Dartnerly Patriarch, to achieve such a result while at a disadvantage in pure strength is incredible," an Iron Rank Holy Knight muttered. ntally replaying every one of Nemus's moves, he ca to a firm conclusion: Nemus was a peerless combat genius.
"His first thrust was blocked by the radiant light, and his second strike was a concentrated burst of sword energy colliding head-on with that sa protection."
"Through just those two probes, the Great Knight managed to completely decipher the limitations of that protective radiance."
Watching Nemus successfully kick Dartnerly away, the spectator finally understood. The radiant light likely offered supre protection against sharp weapons, tals, and inanimate objects.
However, when it ca to blunt trauma—such as Nemus's flying kick—its defensive capabilities were dreadfully inadequate, despite offering so faint resistance.
That was exactly why Dartnerly had suffered such a humiliating blow.
Tumbling violently into the courtyard, Dartnerly tore up a massive swath of the manicured lawn.
At that mont, his entire body felt as if it had been punctured by countless massive holes. His nervous system seed completely disconnected, leaving him practically paralyzed.
Fortunately for him, Dartnerly's physique vastly differed from ordinary flesh and blood.
A strange light seed to flicker within his body as his bones rapidly produced golden blood.
Bathed in this golden blood, his severe physical injuries were swiftly nded.
Dartnerly quickly scrambled to his feet and glared at Nemus, who was casually strolling out of the grand hall.
"Nels!!" Dartnerly roared, his hatred carved deep into his very bones. Wisps of golden light flashed dangerously within his sinister eyes.
Faintly, Nemus could sense that sowhere deep within the Dartnerly family estate, a hidden power was being stirred.
It tore through the spatial distance, heavily suffocating the surrounding environnt.
Instantly, Nemus felt an overwhelming sense of discord manifesting all around him.
In terms of Alchemy, the Four Elents had been manipulated by the Ether to create a highly disadvantageous situation.
A vast number of invisible barriers had suddenly materialized.
The Dartnerly family's secret treasure—the Saint Road!
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