Obtaining Legendray Dragon Template At The Start As A Side-Character!-Chapter 46: When He Steps In

From the right flank, Kael knelt and raised his hand. Arrows were released. The targets were legs, the ground in front of their steps, and weapon handles. The enemy’s movement slowed, and their rhythm broke.

"Now," Lioren said calmly.

Twenty people from the left flank of Reinh’s group suddenly rushed forward and with repeated strikes forced the side line of Derek’s group to turn. Now they were no longer a straight spear; they became an engaged block.

Selen still had not moved. She held her wooden dagger in reverse grip, and her eyes were only on the knight.

In the center, Derek clashed with Aren. The sound of two wooden swords colliding echoed in the air like dry wood.

Derek did not shout and did not push hard. His strikes were precise and clean. Each hit was meant to finish the fight. Aren did not step back, but his smile disappeared.

"This is serious..." he muttered. He had heard about this boy’s reputation before, but he did not expect him to be this good.

During these clashes, thirty members of Reinh’s heavy strike unit suddenly changed direction and moved like a wave toward the knight.

The knight sighed.

"It started..." he muttered and held the flag loosely in his hand.

The first hits struck his shield. He did not step back, he only turned, gave a calm strike, and pushed two people aside. His movement was slow. Too slow.

From the back, Neria called out, "Keep the spacing! Second layer ready to replace!"

Kael shot again. This time at the ground around the knight’s feet. Dust rose and limited his vision.

At the same time, Selen moved low, from behind the clashes, like a shadow touching the ground.

"Two layers split! Free the knight!" On the other side of the field, Derek finally pushed Aren back and shouted.

But it was too late. His group was engaged in three points; front with swordsmen, flank with the harassing unit, and rear under arrow fire.

Lioren smiled. "Locked."

The thirty heavy strike members had now fully surrounded the knight. Some grabbed his weapon, some his shield. He grunted, but still moved in a limited way.

Selen was only three steps away from the flag.

Reinh watched from afar. His eyes stayed on the knight.

For a moment, the knight stood still. His breathing was no longer heavy. His shoulders straightened. His fingers shifted on the flag pole.

And a very small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, looks like we’re winning!" Aron, who stood beside Reinh, shouted happily.

"Now it’s just starting," Reinh corrected him calmly.

At that exact moment, the knight stomped his foot on the ground. The earth under the encircling group shook.

The moment the sound of wood hitting wood spread in the field and the front line of Selen’s group was pushed back, everyone thought it was over.

The knight, with that simple armor and relaxed posture, looked like he had just been bored. Until a few seconds ago, his strikes were slow, predictable, and even a bit showy... but now he shifted his foot.

It was only one step, but that one step was enough.

His wooden strike with the flag, like a heavy whip, pushed Aren aside; his large sword shook and his arm up to the elbow went numb.

At the same time, the second turn broke Lioren’s covering attack and forced Kael to release his arrow halfway. The formation order broke.

Neria was the first to understand.

"Don’t pull back! This is what he wanted!" She could see that the knight was breaking the group’s unity with simple movements.

But it was too late. The knight was no longer acting weak.

His movements were now simple but clean and frightening. Every strike was made to break one part of their strategy.

The communication paths between commanders were cut. Support members got trapped. The left flank led by Selen suddenly found itself separated from the center.

Derek, the opposing group leader, stood back with respect. He did not interfere. He only watched. First, because his group was injured and their unity had fallen apart.

Also, he realized that this knight’s sword skill was very high, much higher than the knight from the two previous rounds.

He was sure his group had no chance to defeat this knight. Even if both groups worked together, they would probably still lose.

In any case, he did not care. His eyes shone with excitement. He now had only one wish: a one-on-one fight with that knight. Victory no longer mattered to him.

Maybe this was selfish, but he still did not care.

Aren moved back under pressure. Lioren gritted his teeth and tried to reform the formation, but the knight purposely did not allow any second pattern to form. Each time before it completed, he broke it.

The flag was still in his hand. And now the distance between them had increased.

Some people fell. Some were "knocked out." Julian, who could have been good help, threw himself on the ground and did not get up. Clearly he did not want to help this group.

Selen jumped back, breathing hard, and spun her wooden dagger in her hand again. Her eyes slipped for a moment... to the back of the field.

To Reinh. He was still standing there. Calm, hands empty, eyes reading the field.

It was not only Selen. The other commanders’ eyes also turned to their group leader and stopped. Now he was their only hope.

"Good." When their eyes met, he only said one word.

It was a simple evaluation, but for some reason all commanders and members felt calm, happy, and free.

Reinh bent down. He picked up a wooden sword that had fallen on the ground. He wiped the dust off with his thumb. He stepped forward.

No one said anything, but the path opened. The knight saw him. He laughed. The sound of his laughter was muffled under the training helmet.

"With that? What do you want to do?" He did not understand what this cowardly kid who stood in the back the whole time wanted to do now.

Play hero?

Reinh did not answer and only came closer.

Distance... three steps. Two steps.

One—

Tak!

The sound of wood clashing spread like a branch breaking. The strike was not straight. It was angled. But the power inside it was intense and destructive.

The knight stepped back without thinking.

One step. Then a second step. His laughter stopped. His eyes became sharp and serious.

The next strike came faster. The knight blocked, but the vibration went up from his forearm. The pressure was unusual. This was not only muscle strength. Weight transfer, timing, contact point, all were perfect.

"Hmmm..."

Now he held the flag with both hands and defended with it, but Reinh did not pause. The third strike did not come from above, but from below to the guard. The fourth to the shoulder. The fifth to the leg.

The pressure was constant and heavy, and the space became tight.

The ground under the knight’s feet cracked and sank. The pressure that hit him was so sudden he was not ready. Reinh’s strikes were in a way that did not even give him time to breathe or counterattack.

Are these really the skills of a child?

"Now," Reinh said calmly at the short moment when the woods locked.

The knight instinctively felt danger.

He turned to dodge, but this movement meant one of his hands loosened.

The flag slipped. A shadow passed beside him. Selen’s short wooden blade twisted, caught the cloth strap, turned, and when the knight regained balance...

The flag was no longer in the knight’s hand.

Selen landed a few meters away and raised the flag. A long whistle filled the field.

It was over.

The knight stood there for a few seconds, clearly in shock. Then he slowly breathed out. His eyes moved from Selen to Reinh.

"I understand now why you stood in the back," he said.