Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

An artifact that not only conceals ones level but even surpasses it in movement. Huh, young master Logan, youve been hiding some remarkable artifact. The voice wasnt strained or disfigured but crisp and baritone.

Moon Knight, Flantz, had given up on hiding his identity.

Hadnt he initially refrained from taking the lead because of his unique Force? There was no need for denial now that the silver force blade had been revealed.

That artifact can serve as the tuition fee. Is it inside your armor?

Huh? Tuition fee?

A lesson on the fearsome ways of the world. Teaching a lesson to a noble young master who, with no fear, travels alone only to be robbed on his way home.

Are you not ashamed of tarnishing the name of Moon Knight?

I was so ashamed that I wanted the lesson to be harsh, but thankfully youve come to me from afar.

A murderous intent vibrated in Flantzs voice, unlike before.

Surround him, so he cannot escape.

With a low command to his subordinates, Flantz immediately moved.

Swish.

An attack that seemed to claim the previous was mere courtesy, filled with the force to bisect the world at a diagonal.

Using his enhanced physical ability, Logan narrowly dodged the blow.

Just as he tried to retaliate by diving in.

Logan rolled backward, feeling a chilling murderous intent.

Swoosh.

The space where he had been was cleaved by a chilling sound and the silver glow that vanished.

Logan, having narrowly avoided it, broke out in a cold sweat.

A whip?

Though it passed by in an instant, the elongated silver force blade seemed to have been whipped in a direction unrelated to the swing of the sword.

As if to confirm that it wasnt an illusion.

The whip-like silver glow occupied the space from all sides, targeting Logans whole body.

Crack.

Swoosh.

Boom!

Kugh!

To fend off the relentless strikes was burdensome; moreover, the blade of Force extending over 2 meters from the tip of the sword unpredictably lashed like a whip.

The swirled motions of the sword and Force sped up, soon creating a phantom-like silver wave that enveloped the surroundings.

A festival of silver from the sword rained down from the sky.

One of the other masked individuals muttered in awe.

Moonlight.

Of course, Logan, at the center of the silver wave, was having a harrowing time.

His Mid-Pressure Sword had been useless so far.

Gritting his teeth, Logan decided to draw upon all his techniques.

Ha!

Golden light flickered on Logans sword, and soon eight layers of golden waves crashed against the silver waves.

Whoa!

Roar!

The golden wave, although not as intricate as the silver, engulfed the space with a force that pushed everything away.

When the gold and silver forces collided making a thunderous sound, dust scattered in all directions.

Flash!

Through the cloudy dust, a golden line momentarily flashed across the space.

What, what was that!

Wait. Lord Flantzs Force is unyielding.

Even without the enemies voices, Logan also felt it.

Hidden within the dust, Logans face paled with despair.

Damn it! I cant feel anything. Its a failure.

Using the first and second forms of the Divine Sword Techniques, Wave Cutter and Iron Cutter, Logan had exhausted himself.

Because of that, he couldnt clearly sense the direction of the killing intent pouring from the front.

Ugh!

Instinctively, he thrust his sword forward and threw his body back, the best improvisation he could muster at the moment.

Bang!

Ugh!

But that wasnt enough to completely block the attack, and Logan, overwhelmed by the impact, rolled on the ground before barely getting up.

Then, among the settling dust, the mask flew off revealing Flantz, his hair, irises, and even his skin flushing slightly red.

It seemed that this rush wasnt due to injury, given his emanating presence.

That was thrilling. If I had been careless, I would have been killed. Impressive. How did you manage that? Surely, that is not an artifact as well. Could it be the secret technique of the Sword Sage

He talks more than I thought.

Huff.

Cough.

He took deep breaths and tried to compose himself with difficulty.

Had he not had the boosted abilities from the Boots of Pegasus, the previous attack would have certainly spilled his blood.

As expected, Im still not a match for him.

Knight of Moonlight, Flantz, had already been a top-class knight for over a decade.

Even though Logan had only recently reached the high-tier knight and did fairly well, it wasnt time to be satisfied

as if that would happen!

Whatd you say?

Spit, ptui.

Spitting out the blood that had risen to his throat provided brief relief.

Will you wait for one more secret technique of sword mastery? Im still inexperienced, you see.

His body exhausted, his Force nearly depleted, and facing a more powerful enemy.

He could only rely on bluster and luck.

Fortunately.

Oho! Is that so? Very well, Ill indulge you. Show me, young master.

The excited enemy displayed complacency or the height of arrogance.

Good!

The moment those words were uttered, Logan gathered all the strength in the tip of his sword.

There was only one thing left on which to depend.

The third form of the Divine Sword Technique.

Barely directing the newly learned mysterious form while reaching the high-tier, now he thought,

I can do this.

Woong.

As his muscles weakened and his Force wavered, the formidable opponent gleamed in his eyes.

It was the worst possible condition to concentrate.

But he forcibly fixed his trembling arms and legs with Force, drawing upon his last remnants of energy to follow the Force pattern of the new technique.

Ill rob you of the Boots of Pegasus and Lux without killing you. Be prepared!

He fueled his malice by imagining what the Count of Bifrost would do, and that tactic luckily worked.

Woong.

It took some time, but his Force followed his will.

The image he had built in his mind slowly gained substance.

Its ready