A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Audin knew he couldn’t match his opponent’s speed in his current state. Just watching them charge made that clear.

Most wouldn’t notice, but Enkrid and a few others knew that Audin had an exceptional eye for battle. He didn’t just rely on brute strength—he fought with calculation.

At a glance, he might seem like someone who solved everything with raw power, but that wasn’t the case.

Too fast.

If he endured the pain and ignited his divine power, he could have easily caught them. But Audin saw no need for that.

He analyzed and moved accordingly. In some ways, it was the closest thing to formal swordsmanship.

His opponents were two. One wielded a trident, the other a long spear.

Both maintained distance, stabbing at him repeatedly.

They thrust and withdrew over and over, quick as hornets stinging their prey.

The spearheads lashed at his skin, seeking to pierce and tear him apart.

Audin minimized his movements, compensating for his lack of speed. He reinforced his defense by deflecting their blades with the backs of his hands.

Clang, clang, clang.

The ragged cloak draped over him fluttered wildly with every shift. It was little more than a tattered sheet—not something that could offer real protection.

Every time a spear grazed it, another piece was shredded away.

Audin endured and endured—until, in a split second, he ducked low and lunged forward.

His movement was so fast it almost seemed as though his body had stretched.

By committing himself entirely to the charge, he could momentarily match their speed.

“Hah!”

The trident wielder let out a sharp cry.

Because Audin had lowered his stance so much, the blade only grazed his back.

The sheer force behind the thrust was overwhelming—even a glancing blow was enough to tear his cloak in half and scratch his skin.

But no blood was drawn.

Audin’s skin was like iron. It wasn’t like that of an ordinary human.

His charge brought him close enough to seize his opponent’s knee.

Their reflexes might have been superior, but they could never match his strength.

And in combat, grappling was king.

As soon as Audin secured his grip, the trident wielder’s feet left the ground.

“What the—?!”

The trident user shouted in alarm.

His leg felt trapped, as though it were wedged between two massive boulders.

He instinctively struggled, but to no avail.

Seeing his comrade lifted into the air, the spear wielder lunged to attack.

Audin felt the shift in the air, reading the spear’s trajectory without even needing to look.

He twisted his body just slightly.

Whoosh!

The spear scraped past his torso, veering off course.

A body redirection technique.

Audin had been the one who taught this move to Enkrid.

It was only natural that he executed it even better.

His massive frame moved with the softness of cotton.

The spearhead struck his back—but it merely skimmed past.