The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 98

Chapter 98: Warrior from the Far East

“…A new technique?”

The warrior clad in rock armor muttered, then raised his massive sword and swiftly approached us at a speed that didn’t match his appearance. Sensing the intention to strike both me and Garma, I jumped down and simultaneously swung the one-handed bastard sword.

The large sword and the one-handed sword collided, producing a resounding clash. However, overwhelmed by the tremendous weight of the large sword, I was sent flying.

(What is that weight?)

Adjusting my posture in midair and landing on the ground, I pondered. The weight transmitted through the sword was unimaginable, something beyond my expectations considering the warrior and his massive sword.

(Why does he move so effortlessly?)

The warrior was agile, easily maneuvering and swinging the massive sword. Whether it was a special ability or modifications to the sword itself, it was unclear, but dealing with him would be no easy task.

As the warrior approached again, I extended the polearm halberd. When the warrior swung the large sword, the halberd was deflected, but I took advantage of the opening to slip into his guard.

“Hm!?”

“Wind Echoing Shock Wave!”

Wearing gauntlets and delivering a punch accompanied by wind, but…

“What…?”

The moment I struck, the warrior’s body flew. It seemed as if he had been blown away like a balloon in the wind, preventing me from delivering a perfect hit.

(Suddenly became lighter?)

I felt a sense of discomfort in the moment of impact. It was like punching a bag filled with soil, and then suddenly feeling as if the contents had disappeared.

The warrior, wary of me, observed our movements. While glaring at each other, considering whether Aria and the others should come to my aid…

“Both of you! Sheathe your weapons!”

With a restraining voice, someone intervened. When I saw the face of the intervening person, I involuntarily halted my movements.

Originally clad in full armor, several parts seemed to have been removed for ease of movement, and over it, he wore a cloak. It was a face I recognized.

“Mr. Ganza, please look carefully… These people don’t have crystals.”

“Hmm…”

“Allow me to speak. He was a friend of mine.”

The warrior fell silent for a moment, then lowered his large sword. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned around to see…

“Rakul…?”

“Long time no see. I’m now Velc… I believe.”

The child of the knight commander who had been missing since the rebellion started—Rakul Valiant.