30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 167

Raq de Duron hardened his expression.

‘...This bastard has definitely grown stronger since before.’

Even half a year ago, when they first clashed, the brute’s body had been absurdly sturdy.

Back then, Raq had to pour all his energy into the fight, yet still couldn’t gain the upper hand, forcing him to use his techniques.

After all, that was his specialty.

But now, even if he used those techniques again, he wasn’t confident he could fight this brute to a draw.

No, at the very least...

‘Fighting him barehanded would be disadvantageous now.’

Before, the brute had merely been tough—now he was solid.

Like high-quality steel, tempered hundreds of times in intense heat until perfection.

Raq never thought he’d feel this kind of awe toward another person.

In other words—

‘This bastard isn’t human.’

He’d already suspected this guy was strange, but now he’d evolved into something even more monstrous.

Raq reminded himself to avoid hand-to-hand combat if possible.

...Of course, if a situation arose where he had to fight barehanded, he had no intention of backing down.

“Damn, your eyes look downright murderous.”

“...You’re one to talk.”

Raq furrowed his brows and lowered his spear.

Normally, he wouldn’t withdraw so easily, but unfortunately, his opponent today wasn’t this brute.

No—the ones he had to aim his spear at were those arrogant, ignorant mages.

To wipe them out...

“Do you still see me as a burden?”

—He had no choice but to cooperate with this brute.

The brute shrugged.

“I never called you a burden. What the hell are you talking about?”

“You said, ‘I’ll handle it alone. Just wait here,’ and you’re telling me that wasn’t dismissive?”

“...It’s just more convenient to go alone.”

“That’s exactly what makes it dismissive, you bastard!”

Raq gritted his teeth.

He still hadn’t calmed down.

But what irritated him even more—

‘Without this bastard’s help, I can’t get into the Magic Tower.’

Just earlier, this brute had flicked away his spear with his forehead.

On top of that, he had strange abilities—

Techniques that bloomed flowers from his sword, moves that launched his body like an arrow.

And—

‘Walking through the air....’

Raq could roughly figure out how the technique worked, but it wasn’t the kind of delicate skill a knight trained in aura techniques should be able to use.

‘It’s probably about releasing energy with precision to create footholds.’

Still, for knights who relied on explosive bursts of power, using such a technique was incredibly difficult.

So—

“Take me with you, brute.”

“...That’s a pretty arrogant way to ask for a favor.”

“......”

“Whatever. Don’t just beg—show me. Prove you’re worth taking along.”

“......Don’t regret this.”

Whoosh!

Raq lunged forward with his spear once more.

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The spear thrust at him relentlessly.

It seemed to be coming in a straight line, yet it created countless variations in movement.

No matter which way he dodged, it felt like it would follow him anyway.

And sure enough—

Clang!

‘—Again?’

Ihan had been struck by the spear once more.

He hadn’t wanted to take the hit.

He dodged, yet still got hit.

Even with his exceptional reflexes and quick movements, avoiding this spear was difficult.

‘Its precision is more mechanical than human.’

Ihan began to understand why he couldn’t avoid the strikes.

It wasn’t because of some mysterious ability or aura technique.

It was purely because the spearman’s precision and skill had reached the peak of mastery—a level that couldn’t be imitated.

‘He’s not just thrusting. It’s calculated.’

Each strike wasn’t simply a lunge.

By coordinating his hands, elbows, shoulders, and even his back joints simultaneously, the spearman created attacks that were impossible to dodge.

Unlike Ihan, who prioritized raw physical capability over technique, this guy had invested everything into honing his craft.

Their styles were completely opposite, and Ihan couldn’t even imagine replicating such a refined technique.

Yet what impressed him even more than the spear’s perfection—

‘Prediction.’

This guy was smart.

If Ihan was the type to rely on instincts, superior senses, and combat experience, then this spearman was undoubtedly a strategist.

He fought as if he were playing chess—calculating every move.

And Ihan found strategists far more troublesome than instinctual fighters like himself.

In battles between warriors of similar skill, tactics often tipped the scale.

And—

‘This guy’s at least a Grandmaster.’

The spearman’s predictive skills reminded Ihan of chess grandmasters.

No matter how hard he tried, Ihan couldn’t stop the onslaught.

But even so, one thing still didn’t make sense—

‘How can he read my movements this perfectly?’

Ihan accepted that the spearman’s tactical foresight was exceptional.

But the way the spear chased him down, always anticipating where he’d go next—

‘This isn’t prediction. It’s clairvoyance.’

The attacks were so precise it felt like the spearman could see the future.

Realizing this, Ihan became certain—

The spearman had some other special ability.

Like Maximus, the Northern Champion, who possessed Heavenly Martial Physique, this spear-wielding monster had something similar.

Recalling their journey through the Red Mountain Range, Ihan felt like he’d figured out the secret.

“...Your ‘eyes’ are something else.”

“......”

“It’s not magic, is it? More like a technique passed down in Galahad’s lineage?”

“...You’re sharper than you look.”

“Hey, lay off the comments about my looks, will you? Judging people by appearances, seriously....”

“......Hmm, I suppose you’re right. That was wrong of me.”

“Wait, you actually know how to apologize?”

“A lord shouldn’t act like a brute, so my master taught me to own up to mistakes.”

Clang.

The spearman lowered his weapon.

Then—

“Have you ever heard of [Clairvoyant Sight]?”

“Huh? Uh... I think I’ve heard of it.”

The sudden question made Ihan pause, but he eventually nodded.

“It’s the ability to see thousands of miles away, right...?”

“Exactly 244 miles.”

“......”

“What?”

“...For god’s sake, use kilometers, damn it.”