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Abel was the second most important person in the empire, next only to the Emperor.

Normally, there would not even be an opportunity to experience actual combat.

Besides, isn't his position in the Supreme Court? It was a role where violence could not be used recklessly.

This was true even in the case of the Marquis of Yeats. But it's different if the situation clearly involves a threatening opponent.

'Punishment must be stern, but it must be within bounds.'

The Heart of the Beast is a skill that instantly turns a person into a berserker. If Abel wasn't careful, he could lose his mind.

After all the hard work he'd done so far, there was no way he would do something so stupid... Jeez, jeez!

"oh?"

This wasn't at a level where you could just give it a shot and say, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

A sharp sensation transmitted to his palm. Although he had struck down four swordsmen at the same time, the impact was greater than expected.

'It's not just the quality of the aura that's good. The fundamental skills themselves are outstanding.'

There were people like that occasionally—a greenhouse plant with excellent auric sensitivity, but rarely used in actual combat.

He is a child of a noble family who was also given the title of knight. But these guys had clearly been through rough battles.

Abel could tell by the way he quickly regained control of his body as soon as he collided with the gavel.

'It's a method to relieve shock. It's not something that can be achieved through practice alone.'

But at the same time, Abel had a question: why on earth would these people want to steal the lord's property?

The Marquis of Yeats was not a mediocre nobleman. Even if they didn't necessarily collude with the Seris, they would receive sufficient compensation.

"I can find out the reason by just looking into it."

All Abel had to do was knock them all down and question them, without thinking too hard about it.

He put more strength into the hand holding the gavel, and then the red flames more than doubled in size, bursting into a blazing blaze.

"Damn, you're the Northern Berserker. You came in person—what a headache."

Someone must have recognized him, because they spoke in a gruff voice. But the knights were not shaken. They just straightened their posture more firmly, and their eyes sparkled.

"No matter who the opponent is, just kill them and eliminate them. Begin the operation!"

"Glory to Yeats!"

They closed the distance in an instant and quickly struck with their swords. But the direction and speed were quite different.

They came at different times, each one targeting a different place. If this were the case, it would be very difficult to get rid of them all.

Because an attack with an aura is bound to be met with a large backlash, as you fight off dangerous attacks, you will soon find yourself covered in blood all over your body.

"Huh!"

One. Abel smiled broadly. He had absolutely no intention of avoiding it.

He could beat this with his bare body.

『Extreme Choice Activation』

Woohoo!

Two options appeared, accompanied by a heavy vibration. He pressed one without a moment's hesitation and pushed the hologram away. Now was the time to focus on the battle.

"Select 'Defense.'"

[You will enter the 'Water Fist' state.]

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

As soon as the skill activated, a loud noise echoed. It was as if someone were hitting an iron plate with a hammer like crazy.

Six or seven sword strikes landed across his entire body. A cold aura passed over him, but not a single scratch was left. Not only that, he stretched out his left hand and caught the last attack.

Kagak! Kagak!

"This, this is it!"

A knight twisted his wrists and struggled. His face turned pale, but his sword didn't budge. Abel gave the opponent a fresh shock.

Toohooooong!

As the gavel struck the side of the knight's head, the man's body spun through the air. The knight, lying limply, did not move an inch. He fainted from just one blow.

'This works, after all.'

Even though the attack power was reduced by half, it didn't mean the opponent wasn't affected. Abel Carriers was originally a strong person. If he hit accurately, it would still be a valid strike.

"Don't be agitated. Just do as you were trained to do!"

"Yes!"

"It's bound to fall at some point. Keep going!"

"Let's go!"

Although one man fell in vain, the enemy's fighting spirit remained unbroken. At the shout of the commander, countless auras poured out. This time, a sophisticated linked attack was executed again.

Thud, thud, thud!

Whether Abel liked it or not, he believed in the extreme choice and pushed forward. But there was a movement that dug deep into his senses.

Wooosh!

A bright spark flew from the gavel he swung instinctively.

'Ugh!'

Abel almost let out a groan.

The shock that ran down his arm was beyond imagination. It was an aura so thick and dark that it was on a whole other level.

It was probably a sword strike from the commander. Since it seemed like the commander was planning something, Abel thought he should take care of him first.

"Hmm?"

Kagagaga Swoosh!

This time, the sword flew toward Abel's gavel. In a fight, breaking the enemy's weapon was basic strategy.

But now, that was absolutely impossible.

They figured out that attacking his body was pointless, so now they were trying to take his weapon.

Abel managed to fend them off somehow, but his palms were sore as if they were going to tear. Thanks to his extreme choice to increase defense, he felt like a normal beggar. If this kept up, he might lose the gavel...

Whooooow! Whirlirik!

"Oh, shit."

As they say, ominous feelings never go wrong. A rather difficult situation unfolded.

The commander, hiding among his colleagues, suddenly appeared and swung a sword strike.

As Abel attempted to receive the blow, his gavel flew far away. No matter how incredibly strong he was, he couldn't defeat such skilled fighters with his bare hands.

"Hehehe! Finally got rid of that damn hammer."

"Now's the chance. Finish it!"

The knights charged forward, their eyes burning brightly.

"Your Highness! I will take care of this. Get out of here quickly!"

Cordell McNeil, who had been guarding the flank, stepped forward. It seemed he was willing to sacrifice himself as an escort knight.

But that was a wrong idea from the start. There was no place to even escape.

'I have no choice but to fight back, even with my bare hands... Huh?'

As Abel was raising his arms to get into a boxing stance, he noticed the fallen knight's weapon—a fairly well-maintained greatsword.

'I'm not used to it, but wouldn't it be better to at least try that?'

As soon as the thought occurred, Abel flew over and quickly picked up the weapon. Find exclusive stories on empire

But it was at that very moment...

[Battle skill has been unlocked.]