Chapter 60 : Chaotic Battle
Chapter 60: Chaotic Battle! The Formidable Eddie!
The number of people in the center of the field began to decrease.
Those who failed either beat their chests in frustration or accepted their fate, each of them obediently moving to stand by the wall.
The five knights each held a register, occasionally circling and marking notes.
“That one called Fidis is indeed not bad.” Ross watched as Fidis, who had just defeated an opponent, stood on the field.
What she appreciated even more was that after defeating his opponent, Fidis still gave a Knight’s Etiquette salute.
“He does look quite proper.” Ray echoed beside her, though his gaze occasionally drifted toward two female Knight’s Squires fighting on the other side.
Compared to watching maidservants,
he actually preferred observing female knights with well-proportioned, fluid physiques.
Especially, Ray enjoyed watching women fight.
Meanwhile, Clarsen was focusing on Rog on the other side—his most prized student.
Rog had already defeated several opponents in succession.
Clarsen faintly sensed that Rog’s Breathing Technique seemed to have just entered the beginner stage.
As for Anthony and Laforin, they were watching elsewhere.
They were observing a dark horse that had suddenly emerged in this assessment.
“What do you think of him, my lord?” Anthony stared at a Knight’s Squire not far away who didn’t appear particularly tall.
At this moment, Eddie had already defeated several opponents in succession.
At first, quite a few people had targeted Eddie.
Because he had only recently arrived in Blackstone City and had no reputation, many treated him as an easy target.
But very quickly, Eddie responded with action.
His very first strike broke one person’s forearm.
After that, with each swing of his sword, he struck down one opponent after another.
He struck heavily—each blow directly incapacitated his opponent.
Before long, several injured people lay around him, groaning in pain.
Seeing this scene, Eddie—who had originally been considered easy prey—gradually became someone the other Knight’s Squires actively avoided.
“His moves are ruthless, and his strikes are extremely decisive. His strength and speed are both excellent.” Laforin looked at the register in his hand.
Eddie.
He didn’t seem to have much impression of this Knight’s Squire.
“I think his combat style resembles those officers from the Battlefield Faction.” Anthony studied the somewhat gloomy young man and circled his name on the register. “Perhaps he paid for their guidance.”
As they spoke, they suddenly noticed—
compared to the intense battles happening here,
on the other side of the Training Room, there was one person simply standing still.
No one chose him, as if all the other Knight’s Squires had tacitly agreed to avoid him.
And he himself made no move either.
“What’s with that squire?” Ross pointed toward Leo on the other side.
“It’s him!” Ray instantly recognized the face and matched it with the name. “He’s the one who can see waist clasps clearly! Leo Laide.”
“What waist clasp? What clasp?” Ross frowned, her slender brows tightening as she sensed something was off.
“They seem to be avoiding him.” Anthony quietly observed Leo Laide, then glanced at Laforin beside him.
After all, during the luncheon, Laforin had singled out his register.
However, even Laforin hadn’t expected such a situation to occur.
Only Clarsen, standing to the side, was silently gritting his teeth.
“This brat…”
Clarsen stared fixedly at the troublemaker who had stirred up chaos in his Training Room. “Leo Laide, I want to see just how capable you really are.”
He could tell that his students did not dare to challenge Leo.
Meanwhile, Leo himself wasn’t idle. Since no one chose him, he was happy to enjoy the peace.
He used this time to observe the performances of others.
From Leo’s observations, there were three particularly outstanding individuals among the Knight’s Squires present.
Rog, Fidis, and the completely unexpected Eddie.
Leo felt that both Rog and Fidis seemed stronger than when he had previously fought them.
As for Eddie on the other side—
he was unexpectedly strong.
Leo felt that Eddie’s proficiency with the sword was no worse than his own max-level Basic Sword Techniques.
Moreover, every strike targeted the opponent’s sword hand or vital areas like the chest and abdomen—extremely vicious.
Almost every strike rendered the opponent incapable of continuing.
He had already defeated five Knight’s Squires in succession.
Up to this point, he had only needed a single strike each time—he never required a second.
At this moment, within Leo’s field of vision, Arthur defeated his opponent and walked toward Eddie.
“Eddie, you seem to have gotten a lot stronger.” Arthur gritted his teeth as he approached this fellow squire who had entered at the same time as him.
Eddie curled his lips into a cold smile and beckoned with a finger. “Come.”
“So arrogant!” Arthur had long been displeased with Eddie’s lifeless demeanor. At this moment, he charged forward with his Iron Sword raised.
Leo had just taken a step forward when he heard a loud bang!
Arthur, the tall figure, was struck in the abdomen by a single blow, his body bending like a shrimp as he collapsed onto the ground, curled into a ball.
The clashing sounds of weapons grew increasingly sparse.
Meanwhile, the defeated crowd by the wall grew more and more crowded.
In the vast center of the Training Room, only four people remained.
Eddie, Rog, Fidis, and Leo—who had not made a single move from beginning to end.
The Five Great Knights had basically observed everyone’s combat.
They all had their own evaluations of these Knight’s Squires’ swordsmanship.
Rog and Fidis were indeed outstanding, and both had likely mastered the Breathing Technique.
But the most eye-catching of all was undoubtedly Eddie—his strength was astonishing.
His swordsmanship was fierce and ruthless, combined with his strength and speed,
making him overwhelmingly superior when facing the other Knight’s Squires.
All five knights had marked his record sheet with special annotations.
But now, the attention of the Five Great Knights shifted to Leo on the other side.
From start to finish, he had been like a spectator, simply watching until now.
Yet at this moment, someone finally walked toward him.
Rog circulated his Breathing Technique, exhaling a faint trace of black mist.
He looked at Leo with a smile. “Leo, I’m sure you’ve already noticed. I got lucky—I mastered the Breathing Technique yesterday.
Actually, I’ve really wanted to fight you again. But before that, I’ll help you deal with one opponent—consider it repayment for saving me last time.”
With a flourish, Rog spun his Iron Sword in his hand and pointed it toward Eddie.
Leo was speechless. What was this second son of a count doing, getting sentimental over nothing?
Although Rog had already mastered the Breathing Technique,
based on Leo’s earlier observations, he didn’t consider Rog a potential opponent at all.
Right now, in Leo’s mind, there was only one true opponent—Eddie.
But before Leo could think further—
Clang!
In just an instant,
the Iron Sword in Rog’s hand had fallen to the ground.
“Damn it!” Rog clutched his left hand, cursing in pain.
Eddie had struck first, moving at incredible speed, directly slashing at Rog’s sword hand.
Since practice swords had no handguards, that strike had likely injured his wrist bone.
Eddie remained calm and indifferent. “Your reaction was too slow. I couldn’t hold back in time.”
A Quasi-Knight who had mastered the Breathing Technique had been defeated by a single strike from Eddie.
No one present had expected such a scene to occur.