The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations

Marquis Falkenheim commanded several knight orders, one of which was the Wyvern Knights.

Gascot, the leader of the Wyvern Knights and the supreme commander of this operation, inhaled sharply as he watched Ghislain.

‘He really possesses transcendent-level power.’

A mere mercenary reaching such a level—it was hard to believe, even seeing it with his own eyes. But he didn’t feel fear or despair.

Even if the opponent was truly a transcendent warrior, they had more than enough numbers to take him down.

They had accounted for the possibility that Nodehill and Rask’s knights might interfere.

Still, the tension was unavoidable. The sheer pressure radiating from the enemy was enough to make breathing difficult.

‘Even if he’s not a full-fledged transcendent, he’s stronger than the reports suggested. Was he hiding his true power all this time?’

Hiding his strength while waging war against entire armies? Just how powerful was he?

Grit.

Gascot clenched his teeth.

He finally understood why his opponent was so arrogant. Since he had concealed his strength, he must have assumed that only a weak force would be sent against him.

That smug attitude was unbearable.

“Attack him! Now!”

At his command, every knight charged at Ghislain.

Gascot was confident.

Even if Ghislain was truly a transcendent, there was no way he could face a hundred high-ranked knights head-on and walk away unscathed.

Ghislain grinned.

“You two will hold out just fine, right? This will be a good experience.”

Julien and Kyle tensed but nodded.

To break through to the next level, they needed life-or-death encounters.

This was the perfect opportunity to sharpen their resolve.

Ghislain shoved them aside and lunged forward.

BOOM!

His bo staff struck the first knight in the stomach, sending him flying backward.

At the same time, dozens of swords came crashing down toward him.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Ghislain spun his bo staff, deflecting every strike.

But his enemies weren’t ordinary knights. They didn’t panic and immediately pulled back, making way for the next formation.

From the second row, fresh knights drew their longswords.@@novelbin@@

A flawless transition.

The attack pattern was so seamless that not even a transcendent could avoid every strike.