30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 93

Bale, the vice-captain of the Crimson Eagle Knights, was a member of a branch of the Tristan family.

However, this did not mean he had been appointed vice-captain simply because of his family ties. In fact, being from a branch family had pushed him to work even harder, and the marquis himself acknowledged the grueling efforts Bale had undertaken to reach his position solely through his own abilities.

The title of vice-captain of the Crimson Eagles wasn’t a rank that could be claimed through connections or heritage. It was a position earned solely through personal strength and honor.

In that regard, Bale took pride in his skills, and the public often referred to him as the "Red Owl of Tristan," a knight poised to represent not only a generation but an era.

...Though he wasn’t the only one with such a title; there were seven such representatives.

Galahad's Fierce Wolf,

Lionel's Black Lion,

Pendragon's White Lion,

Lohengrin's Swan,

Tristan's Owl,

Mordred's Bulldog,

Agravaine's Wild Horse.

People who loved ranking warriors would say these seven knights were the leading young representatives of the era. However, Bale knew all of that was nonsense.

Having met a few of them—the White Lion, the Swan, and the Wild Horse—Bale was left only with disappointment.

To him, they were nothing more than arrogant fools who merely served as pretty faces.

The only ones he truly respected, the only ones he considered more talented than himself, were the Fierce Wolf and the Black Lion. They had a strength and talent that surpassed anything other knights could hope to achieve.

Yet, despite this, Bale was undeterred.

Though he might currently be behind those two, he firmly believed that his talent was comparable and that he would one day reach their level. Perhaps his unyielding spirit and confidence were even more impressive than his talent.

But now, this very man—

‘What... what is that?’

—was rendered speechless, overwhelmed by an unprecedented sight.

"He... he broke the energy net?!"

The Energy Net.

It was a technique that only prestigious knight orders possessed, a web of concentrated energy that could only be deployed when more than thirty knights were gathered. It ensnared, suppressed, and ultimately strangled the life out of its target.

The sheer pressure of this technique alone was enough to make most monsters suffocate to death.

In theory, when deployed by a hundred knights, this net of energy could pressure an entire army.

And yet.

"He broke through the Energy Net?!" "This is insane!" "Hold the line! Throw your spears!"

The shock reverberated through the knights, but it only caused a brief moment of disorder.

The Crimson Eagles suppressed their surprise, desperately throwing their spears.

Even though the Energy Net was broken, they were still in control.

But then—

Thunk!

"...??" "...What?"

"Is this... a dream?"

How many times had they been astonished already today?

The knights stared up blankly—not at the sky, but at the air.

-[Can humans, apart from wizards, truly fly?]

It was a question once posed by a philosopher, a statement imbued with profound thought, suggesting that humans should not dare to defy the laws of nature.

And yet...

"So, walking would do, huh."

Bale muttered absentmindedly, feeling foolish, yet he couldn’t help it.

Thunk! Thunk!!

A man was walking through the air.

In the face of this mysterious spectacle, Bale felt something akin to awe for the first time.

He was witnessing a great feat—an impossible act turned possible.

"Damn it!"

Bale drew his sword, feeling both humiliation and amazement that he’d experienced such admiration for someone other than the marquis.

And he thought—

‘If this weren’t such a situation, I’d want to have a real conversation with him.’

The man’s unconventional ideas and refreshingly unique skills struck a chord in his heart, unlike the raw talent of the Fierce Wolf or the Black Lion.

A part of him even wanted to learn from this man...

But of course—

‘This is not the time.’

Swoosh!

Bale swung his sword at the man who walked in the air.

Swoosh!!

Slice!

Swish-!

Blades and spears flew toward him.

For a moment, he thought of Do Sang’s Blade Forest.

Seeing the deadly weapons converging on him brought back memories of similar scenes.

But he—

Thunk!

—had no intention of dying easily.

He kicked off the air, moving freely between four to five meters above ground, giving his opponents no time to measure his distance or position.

-Sky Stride.

He leaped nimbly over the throngs of knights, feeling as if he were unrestricted by distance or obstacles.

He had shaken off the shackles of the world, soaring freely.

However, he knew it wouldn’t last long.

‘The energy drain is massive.’

Though not as demanding as the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, the Sky Stride consumed a great deal of stamina. Rather than simply exerting force, he dispersed his energy widely to create a stable foothold in the air, making it appear as though he was walking on air when, in reality, he was constantly creating temporary platforms to push off from.

It was a technique that couldn’t be maintained for long, so now...

‘I’ll smash through from here!’

Ihan suddenly spun his body midair and forcefully kicked off.

Whoosh!

His aim was to catch his opponents off guard with acceleration and a tightly clenched, energy-packed fist.

The method was the same as before—

just like with Sky Stride, he dispersed his energy widely, except this time—

‘Strike!’

It was for offense rather than evasion.

Roar...!

Expanding the range of Hundred Step Divine Fist to its utmost, Ihan extended his fist, which caused an astonishing phenomenon even before it struck the ground.

Boom!!

"Ugh?!" "M-my body...!" "What is this pressure?!"

Under the influence of the Hundred Step Divine Fist, about twenty knights momentarily lost control of their bodies.

A sensation as though their shoulders and heads were being crushed!

It was reminiscent of the "Buddha's Palm" from an old martial arts film, but delivered with a fist instead.

However, the force lacked the full power of concentrated energy—it was merely a blow meant to disperse force, so its destructive power was sacrificed. His punch only managed to halt the knights' movements for a couple of seconds.

"Aren’t you going to dodge?"

"!!!"

But those two seconds were all he needed to wreak havoc.