The technique called "Keung (勁)"—or [Muscle Arts], as his disciples more commonly referred to it—was a skill Ihan had crafted from martial arts’ external techniques. By pushing the body's physical limits, this straightforward skill drew out maximum strength and durability. Its simplicity and reliance on raw strength, speed, and resilience made it a technique accessible even to those lacking exceptional talent.
In contrast, the Explosive Technique was far more challenging. The principle was straightforward: create a burst-like force within one’s body to release explosive strength and speed, increasing physical ability by five to ten times. However, mastering the Explosive Technique required exceptional talent and a fine sense of control.
The mere act of causing controlled internal explosions to forcibly enhance one's body was dangerous and required genius-level control—akin to the decision-making skills of an F1 racer.
Thus, Ihan never underestimated those who mastered the Explosive Technique. Even in martial arts, those who excelled in external martial arts often rose to become the strongest. Ihan had come to understand this truth through reincarnation.
But now—
BOOM!!
“!!?”
Until now, Ihan had only understood in theory the incredible power of the Explosive Technique—considered the greatest martial skill acknowledged by both kingdoms and empires. It seemed he had been arrogant, thinking he understood it without actually grasping its true essence.
Ihan realized the extent of his past arrogance and grit his teeth, feeling that even speaking might make him retch.
‘It's like fighting a damn dump truck!’
He saw thirteen knights charging at him with bucklers in hand.
Bucklers, or circular shields, were more commonly used as offensive weapons than for defense. While bucklers had their strengths, they also had significant weaknesses, so few knights chose to use them. However, most of the Crimson Eagles wielded them, and every time one of these shields struck at him, it felt like being hit by a dump truck.
BOOM!!
With an explosion-like force, the knights kicked the ground and crashed into him with their whole bodies. The collective energy of the thirteen knights resonated, creating a shimmering heatwave. Ihan braced himself and threw up his own buckler in response, mirroring their choice of shield.
Wrapped in an aura of “Diamond Resilience,” Ihan turned his entire body into armor, eliminating any blind spots.
His entire body became both shield and weapon.
Because of this—
BOOM!!
He withstood the explosive impacts once more.
“Argh!!” “Ugh!” “Grk...”
On the other hand, the knights who couldn't withstand the impacts fell to the ground.
It wasn’t a quick victory; after dozens of relentless clashes, he finally managed to shake them off.
“Damn it, these guys are really trying to kill me.”
But even though he had fended them off, it wasn’t without consequence.
Cough...
His insides felt battered. The impact had accumulated within him, something his resilience and recovery couldn't fully absorb.
Had the battle continued a little longer, his resilience would have shattered first.
Ihan longed for a drink of water but turned to face the approaching figures.
“This time, it’s eight of you?”
“We’re the best at working together.”
“...Why not all come at once?”
“Isn't it a bit noble to go all-out against a mere intruder? Why are you putting in so much effort?”
“Haha, do you think any of us still sees you as just an intruder?”
“Aren't I?”
“You spoke with Sir Zeon, didn’t you? None of us would disregard you as a mere intruder.”
“...Why?”
Ihan cocked his head in genuine curiosity.
Who was this Zeon, anyway?
To his reaction—
“...So you acted without even knowing what you’ve done. Ha! How utterly knightly! Very well, let us stake our honor on this battle as well!”
“...You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
The knight’s eyes blazed with a fervor as intense as molten steel, making Ihan wonder if they’d all been drugged.
“Well, I suppose things will come to a conclusion if I just knock everyone down.”
Realizing that his objective remained unchanged, Ihan discarded his broken axe and armor, gripping his sword.
With an optimistic mindset that he only had sixty more to defeat.
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