BELLUM PRAESINTIA

A Great Skill From Person

The information always said he is an intelligent and tough man in combat, and now those who observe from afar can only can silent, gazing at what he will do.

Garlan gives orders to the entire army, but the form of the command is silent, only a simple nod. One by one, the horses' footsteps move quickly, spreading in all directions.

Above, arrows rain down relentlessly, and those present there continue to focus on calmness.

"Leader, I know you are the one who is most reluctant to interfere, but if we don't stand by your side now, we won't willingly die!" muttered Gean, lifting his sword.

Those soldiers mercilessly face the relentless attacks with high speed. They clash one by one, competing to achieve victory. The sound of their swords fills the air, reaching the ears of those standing in tension.

Awareness of the situation causes the troops to surround Garlan and his soldiers. They gather in the middle like ants in large numbers, the sharp fangs of every weapon painfully piercing to behold.

Garlan's eyes constantly observe, scanning from left to right. "Their numbers are much larger, one person has to defeat twenty people!" But, he murmurs realizing that it is impossible.

"Destroy them!" commands Bonzorga.

All at once, everyone advances toward the enemy, their footsteps echoing loudly in unison with their pounding hearts.

"Prepare yourselves, it's time for us to crush the enemy!" shouts Garlan. Amidst the confusion, his voice penetrates into their ears, leaving behind interpreted consciousness.

Crash...

Based on his actions, Garlan swiftly moves, leaving traces for those who dare to fight back. There is no hope, so...

Crash...

Every pair of eyes tries to comprehend how heads and body parts scatter, the buzzing sound continues to break the silence in their minds.

"Amazing, so this is Leader of the Black Dragon?" A soldier says, his eyes witnessing the severed heads.

Bonzorga's eyes continue to gaze at the circle, the crowd of soldiers, his hands trembling in astonishment. For a piece of cake devoured with difficulty, it doesn't take long for the erosion to continue.

"Damn, it seems the enemy is indeed a tough opponent!" Bonzorga steps towards a magnificent spear, its tip exudes strength, a bright yellow silhouette scattered as the light approaches. "Let me show you who is the strongest among them all!"

Seconds pass, and many have perished, spreading doubt through the bodies that witness this. Everyone stops breathing properly, and the air around them becomes tainted with accumulated fear as if hallucinating the looming figure who seems to chant words.

"Step aside..."

A rumble jolts every face there, and their faces are forced to turn towards the majestic figure on horseback. A wide open path leads to the challenging arena.

Garlan squints his eyes, the hair on the back of his neck stands up simultaneously with his heightened mentality.

These two person on horseback exchange sharp gazes, everything disappears from their minds, and the sunlight feels strangely cold at a time like this.

"I have witnessed the abilities you use, and indeed it are impressive! But, don't be so hurried! I will still defeat someone like you!" It's not just the harsh words, but his lips curling and grinding intensifies the feeling of disgust.

Garlan calmly closes his eyes, a satisfying breath escapes through his nostrils. His right shoulder slowly raises the sword parallel to his chest, wasting no time for each spoken word. The gaze in his eyes will reveal a thousand words that will serve as his answer.

"Tch... it seems you're quite skilled at intimidating others!" Bonzorga twirls his spear, producing wind and a whistling sound for a moment, all continuing on the footsteps of his horse moving forward.

The spear glides, releasing its sharpness directly towards Garlan's eyes, but it falls short after encountering a curved parry, Bonzorga's pulse boils in saliva that he swallows.

Both of his eyebrows raise, following the arc of the whistling sword.

Ting...

His horse's legs push off with lingering traces, uninvited dust enters through his deflated nostrils.

"How can he perform a collision with such swift movements?" Bonzorga receives a strike from Garlan's sword, and the tip of his spear manages to parry it.

Swings...

But, the hand movement that moves the sword straight forward slides quickly.

His cheek skin tears, spurting blood, his tense face is perfectly reflected on the body of the sword.

Hastily, Bonzorga's right hand pulls the horse's reins, urging his mount to step back. His lungs feel constricted as drops of sweat fall, and his furrowed forehead continues to radiate pain.

"Even though I have tried my best to be strong, I can't anticipate his swordplay at all. The sword he wields seems to have a will of its own!"

Before his head can find an answer, the humming of imminent death returns.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

The sword swings relentlessly, each strike making his heartbeat race. A wave of heat instantly spreads through his body, creating a tense atmosphere for those witnessing the battle.

But, what about those engaged in combat? Far from what anyone imagined, Bonzorga strives to remain steadfast, observing Garlan's hand movements. The sword takes on countless forms, and within brief moments, the sound of clashing can be heard several times.

Bonzorga exerts every effort to defend and retaliate, but unfortunately, his hands are not as quick as he hoped.

Ting...

Thus, an opening widens, and his right flank becomes a vulnerable target. The shaft of a spear momentarily obstructs it, but...

Bonzorga's body collapses along with his horse, relying on the spear to prevent his face from touching the ground.

The sound of galloping hooves steals his gaze, and his eyes widen in astonishment as he witnesses the figure before him, brandishing a sharp-edged sword.

In a rush, Bonzorga tries to rise again, preparing himself.

Ting...

The humming pierces the air, and all his muscles strain to resist, but instead, his body is propelled into the air. Landing on his back, the black horse blocks his view with a high leap.

"This is the end for me!"

That becomes his final thought as everything is replaced by blood splattered across a 2-meter stretch of ground. The faces of the soldiers present there bear the mark of horror, rendering them unable to blink.

"Is this true? General Bonzorga has been defeated by the enemy!" murmurs a shocked soldier.

No, it's not just him. The atmosphere has entered a state where everyone forgets their own identity.

__To Be Continued__