Return of the Fallen Nobleman With an SSS-Rank Talent-Chapter 61: Stop playing around!

On Dorian’s orders, the knights moved immediately, surrounding the rank III monster as they slowly closed in with their weapons raised.

The demonic crocodile watched the movement.

Its enormous tail suddenly lashed out violently, sweeping through the air and striking the knights’ shields with brutal force. The impact reverberated like a hammer against metal, forcing several of them to take two steps back as the formation shook for a moment.

Then the creature charged.

His body lunged forward like a living battering ram, crushing everything beneath his weight as his enormous jaw snapped open with a terrifying crack, ready to tear apart the first knight within reach.

But Dorian had already moved.

His figure crossed the battlefield in a flash of steel.

CLANG!

The sword struck the monster’s scales with a metallic clang, deflecting its jaw just enough for it to snap shut in midair, mere inches from the knight who had been on the verge of death.

Dorian didn’t waste a moment.

"Now!"

The knights attacked.

The air filled with metallic clangs as weapons rained down on the monster’s body from all directions.

The scales withstood several blows... but not all of them.

A spear pierced the skin near the neck, and another knight managed to sink his sword between two plates of that natural armor. The monster roared in pain as its enormous tail whipped violently in response.

CRACK!

The blow struck the shields with brutal force, throwing two knights several meters backward. Their bodies rolled through the mud... but the formation did not break.

Dorian advanced again.

His eyes were completely calm. He had killed creatures far more dangerous than this one.

He leapt, and his sword was covered with a faint layer of mana before falling like lightning onto the monster’s head.

"Die."

CRACK!

The blade pierced through the scales of the skull.

The crocodile’s roar turned into a muffled sound as the creature writhed violently, trying to shake off the man who had pierced its head.

But it was too late.

Dorian twisted the sword inside the wound and released the accumulated mana.

BOOM!

The mana exploded inside the monster’s skull.

The demon crocodile’s enormous body shook one last time... before collapsing heavily into the mud.

The camp fell silent.

The enormous corpse lay motionless.

Darion slowly withdrew his sword from the creature’s skull.

Dark blood dripped onto the ground.

One of the knights breathed a sigh of relief.

"It’s over..."

Dorian slowly wiped the blade of his sword on the body of the fallen monster.

The dark blood slid down the steel before falling into the mud, mixing with the damp earth. Around him, some knights were breathing heavily, leaning on their weapons as they tried to catch their breath.

For a brief moment, the field fell silent.

All that could be heard was the wind rustling the leaves of the nearby trees.

Then it happened.

Several figures suddenly emerged from the forest, moving with unnatural speed. Their silhouettes appeared like shadows gliding through the aftermath of battle.

And they attacked.

They lunged directly at the knights, who were still exhausted and had not yet regained their formation.

One soldier barely had time to raise his sword before one of those figures decapitated him, throwing him to the ground.

Darion reacted instantly. His eyes opened wide with fury.

"Attack! We’re under attack!"

His roar thundered across the field, shaking the knights who were still dazed.

Some turned immediately.

Others raised their shields with desperate reflexes.

But Darion was no longer looking at the others.

His expression distorted with rage, he slowly turned his head to one side... as if something was pulling his attention.

And then he saw him.

Among the figures that had appeared, one of them was standing still.

Watching him.

The same young man.

The same one who had made him retreat earlier.

Darion’s eyes immediately hardened as a cold fire began to grow in his chest.

He remembered the humiliation from moments ago.

His fingers tightened around the sword’s hilt, making the leather grip creak.

Sin pensarlo dos veces, se lanzó hacia él.

Mud splattered beneath his boots as his body exploded forward, driven by pure fury.

There was only one thought in his mind.

He had to kill him now.

CLANG!

The mental clash resonated loudly as Daimo thrust his sword forward, applying even more force to the blow.

The steel vibrated violently at the point of contact.

Sparks flew when the two blades clashed violently, and the impact made Adam’s arms tremble under the pressure.

Daimo gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

"I’ll kill you, you damn bastard!"

His voice came out like a roar full of rage.

...

Holding on with all his strength, Adam gritted his teeth as he slightly deflected Dorian’s attack.

The impact ran through his back to his shoulders, causing a sharp pain throughout his arm.

Even so, he managed to turn the blade enough to deflect the deadly trajectory.

The blow grazed his body.

Dorian took a few steps back, his boot scraping lightly against the ground as he regained his balance... but he didn’t waste a second.

He launched himself into the attack once more.

Adam retreated step by step, keeping his guard up as he deflected each of Dorian’s heavy blows.

CLANG!

Each impact made his arms tremble.

Dorian advanced with a brutal downward slash, a blow that would have split the helmet of an ordinary knight.

Adam did not block it.

He twisted his wrist and deflected the blade just a few inches, letting the force of the attack slide off his sword instead of stopping it.

Adam took half a step back, adjusting his stance.

His feet moved precisely on the mud, maintaining the line of attack.

The tip of his sword pointed directly at Dorian’s neck.

Dorian growled.

"Stop backing away!"

His sword fell again, this time in a horizontal cut aimed at splitting Adam’s torso open.

Adam responded with a short pause.

The steel clashed.

But instead of pushing, he slid the blade to one side and twisted his body.

The tip of his sword lunged toward Dorian’s armpit.

Dorian reacted just in time.

The steel scraped his armor.

The knight took half a step back.

His eyes burned with rage.

Adam also stepped back, his arm numb after withstanding all those heavy, powerful blows. He loosened his grip slightly, but the smile on his face was impossible to hide; he could see Dorian’s fencing perfectly.

Dorian charged again—this time, with a series of quick blows: a diagonal cut.

Adam shifted his feet and moved Arrepentimiento delicately, deflecting the blow.

Dorian took a strong step, tensing his back, and launched a powerful reverse slash, covering his sword with mana.

Adam also covered his sword with as much mana as he could to even the odds; he tilted the blade, lunged forward, twisted his body, and let it pass.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of steel filled the air as the two exchanged blows.

Dorian advanced like a battering ram, with powerful, heavy strikes that were nevertheless extremely calculated.

Adam retreated with short steps, watching as the sword passed inches from his face or other weak points; he had not had the opportunity to attack properly.

...However, he was very clear that Dorian was not using his full strength; he was saking hits... it was purely fencing.

And he couldn’t be more delighted; he could feel his mind working at full speed and his body unable to keep up.

His feet moved quickly as he dodged and blocked each attack; it was like an extremely elegant dance.

Every time Dorian deflected one of his attacks, his sword responded with a short thrust.

Neck, shoulder, and armpit.

They were small openings, extremely lethal, that could decide victory in seconds, and Adam knew it.

Adam’s smile widened, and he began to move more aggressively. His attacks became faster and more disorderly.

Doriana apretó los dientes con furia.

"Stop playing around!"

The knight raised his sword above his shoulder and unleashed a vertical blow charged with mana.

Adam saw the attack coming; it looked as if the sword had grown a hundred times larger, and the pressure was extremely heavy, like that of a large obsidian eye.

This time, he had no intention of backing down; he focused all his attention on Dorian’s sword, which, for some strange reason, seemed to be moving much more slowly.

Gently, he adjusted his stance and swung his sword with pinpoint accuracy; Dorian’s blade slowly deflected toward the ground.

The impact opened a crack in the mud.

And at that moment... spinning on his own axis, Adam advanced, took an explosive step, and his sword moved like a snake.

A clean thrust.

The tip of the sword rapidly approached Dorian’s armor, just below his collarbone, but at the last moment, he moved unnaturally, dodging the attack.

Adams’ eyes widened, and he quickly took several steps back; he was sure his attack would hit, but at the last second, it was dodged.

"Heh, you really were very talented; if you grow up properly, you’ll be a great threat."

Dorian’s voice began to turn dark and cold.

"But it’s a shame that it ends here; a variable like you will only thwart my Lord’s plans."

Adam changed his stance as mana began to flow through his entire body.

"By ’Lord,’ do you mean the baron or Kamelot?"