Chapter 200 – 200 – A Genuine Response

Enkrid lifted his head, his gaze locking onto the figure who emerged. It only took a moment for the tension to escalate.

“Kill them all!” shouted the presumed leader of the “delivery.”

His sharp, slitted eyes gleamed with malicious intent.

No sooner had the command been issued than the so-called leader turned tail and bolted. Enkrid, irked by the brazen cowardice, immediately gave chase.

“Take care of the rest,” he barked over his shoulder, leaving the skirmish behind.

Invoking the Heart of the Beast, Enkrid surged forward, mimicking the speed dash of a mid-ranked knight he had once observed. But this time, he fused precision into the motion. With each stride, his mastery grew; it wasn’t flawless, but it was no longer unfamiliar.

The coward plowed recklessly through bushes and brambles, but such a futile attempt at escape didn’t deter Enkrid. He was on the man in moments.

The cornered man spun around, drawing an arming sword with alarming fluidity. His technique was polished—quick, precise, and laden with feints.

“A finesse-based style, likely from the Flowing Blade school,” Enkrid assessed, recalling techniques he’d faced before. “Still inferior to the mercenary styles of Valen.”

The man struck with speed, blending trickery into his strikes, yet his offense crumbled against Enkrid’s sheer dominance.

Ting. Crack. Snap!