A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Lykanos watched as the cultists’ advance was halted.

It was impossible not to notice—the man fighting a direwolf with his bare hands.

Kheung!

The man took the direwolf’s front paw to his chest once.

“Hahaha! That feels refreshing!”

What in the world was that body made of, to only end up with bruises after taking a monster’s blow?

The bruises were yellow, but somehow, that only made it look more unnatural.

Normally, he should have been reduced to a bloody pulp.

Regardless, after enduring the monster’s strike, the man used his own front paw.

Bang!

“Refreshing, isn’t it?”

What the hell was so refreshing?

The monster staggered from the hit—it was nothing short of bizarre.

‘Is he insane?’

And he wasn’t the only one. The cultists' advance was in complete disarray.

They couldn’t fight properly.

Why?

Lykanos could feel it.

Something was wrong with their command.

The cultists were one thing, but the people on this side weren’t exactly normal either.

There was that damn Enkrid, the one he had failed to kill.@@novelbin@@

And then there was that swordsman—cutting, slashing, and tearing through the unit Lykanos had personally raised.

‘That bastard is no joke either.’

They had fought once before. No matter how he looked at it, that man wasn’t beneath him.

Would his Fastest Blade work on him?

He wasn’t sure.

But strangely enough, he had no desire to test it.

It wasn’t about whether it would work or not. He simply didn’t want to share his final blade with that man.

Was this his last selfish act?

Or was it the warrior’s fighting spirit he had long ignored?

‘What’s the point of analyzing this?’

He never expected things to end like this.

"Let’s settle this between the two of us."

Lykanos spoke. The words were directed at Enkrid, who had stepped back.

It wasn’t that he looked down on the golden-haired warrior.

But if this was to be his final battle, he wanted to decide it for himself.

‘The first person to block my sword.’