novelraw Chapter 120 : Chapter 120
Chapter 120 : Chapter 120
Chapter 120: The Overwhelming One, Bakan (6)
The battle before the castle, as Evan observed.
His mind quickly assessed the situation.
Even with Viscount Argon and me joining, we’re still outmatched in a head-on fight. It’s not time yet.
He had expected the kingdom to be defending from the castle, but they were facing the enemy head-on outside the walls.
Evan guessed this was likely a strategy to rescue the academy cadets safely.
They succeeded in saving the academy kids. Now the priority is securing a retreat path.
But the Kandahr warriors, sensing the kingdom’s intent, blocked their retreat routes, pressing from all sides.
The cavalry’s arrival had briefly opened a window, but it was a temporary fix.
If they lingered, they’d be surrounded and annihilated.
So, where’s the weakest point to break through…?
Three tribes faced the kingdom’s forces head-on:
Thunderbear, Black Snake, and the late-arriving Red Dog.
Each had distinct strengths, making none an easy target.
Still, Evan narrowed his eyes, analyzing the battlefield carefully, and made his decision.
Right, it’s them.
Having chosen his target, Evan spoke to the Executor cadets beside him.
“Jack, you’ve trained every day without fail, right? Time for a test.”
“Yes? What kind?”
“I’m going to break through those spear-wielding guys. Jack, grab their spears and throw them to me.”
Not dodging or blocking but seizing the enemy’s spears.
A single misstep could be fatal—a reckless move.
Yet Evan entrusted this dangerous task to Jack, a cadet, because he trusted Jack’s skill and loyalty more than anyone.
“Got it!”
Jack didn’t hesitate for a moment, confident in his own abilities.
“Good. I’m counting on you, Jack. Cadets, listen! Don’t bow to the enemy—charge to the castle!”
The Executor cadets responded with resolute expressions.
“Yeah!”
“Understood!”
“Form a triangular formation around me! I’ll carve the path!”
Taking the lead, Evan charged to break through the blocked path.
Countless sharp spears flew at him, but he calmly deflected them.
At the same time, Jack moved with uncanny agility from the side, deftly dodging an incoming spear, seizing its shaft, and wrenching it from the enemy’s hands.
He then threw it straight to Evan.
“Young Master!”
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Evan caught the spear without looking.
Sheathing his sword, he gripped the spear firmly.
Their spears are flashy yet deadly, like snakes hiding in grass. In that case, I’ll…
Holding the spear’s center with one hand, Evan spun the tip skillfully with the other.
The rapidly spinning spearhead bent with the shaft’s elasticity, gaining tremendous rotational force.
He then thrust it forward, unleashing that force.
If their spears are made of resilient wood, this rotation is only natural. Their spear technique stems from this.
The spear, imbued with powerful rotation and elasticity, traced a sharp arc, knocking away all enemy spears.
Clang!
Deflecting the spears, Evan twisted his wrist to halt the spin, then drove the spearhead forward with force.
Thud!
The spear pierced a warrior’s torso, and Evan kicked the shaft’s end, pushing the body and spear away.
“Young Master!”
Two spears flew from both sides simultaneously.
As if he’d foreseen it, Evan raised both hands, catching them.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he hurled both spears in midair.
Thud!
The spears pierced the heads of two warriors precisely.
Before they fell, Evan leapt forward, retrieving the spears.
“Kill that guy! He’s the spark of this bloodbath!”
Finally, the Black Snake Tribe’s warriors marked Evan as their top target, charging at him en masse.
Over a dozen spear tips thrust at him in unison.
But Evan muttered calmly.
“Spears aren’t just for thrusting.”
He spun the two spears like windmills.
The fiercely whirling spears deflected and scattered the enemy’s attacks, knocking them all away.
Handling the spears as if they were toys, Evan exploited a momentary gap, slicing the enemies’ throats with precision.
Slash!
As warriors fell with sprays of blood, they abandoned frontal assaults, targeting his flanks.
That was exactly the escape route Evan had aimed for from the start.
The path is opening!
But warriors still blocked the way, and Evan infused the two spears with all his Qi.
“Hup!”
The two thrown spears, launched with such force that his body recoiled, shot forward.
Boom!
Kicking up dust with a powerful shockwave, the spears pierced the warriors ahead, clearing the front.
“Now!”
Grabbing another spear from the ground, Evan shouted to everyone.
“Run!”
Stepping over the fallen warriors’ bodies, he charged without hesitation.
The moat came into view, but at that moment, Morcal blocked his path.
“This is as far as you go.”
Morcal thrust his spear.
The strike wasn’t a simple thrust.
The spearhead writhed like a snake, tearing through the air.
It was the same spear technique as the Black Snake warriors, but its refinement was on another level.
While the warriors’ spears traced curves yet retained form, Morcal’s spear moved like a living whip.
A venomous serpent, unpredictable in its approach.
I can’t dodge that.
Evan narrowed his eyes.
The spear’s path was too erratic to evade with reflexes alone.
Retreating sideways or backward would only entangle him in its trajectory.
So he chose to charge head-on.
Step!
Before Morcal could fully power his spear, Evan moved a half-beat faster.
If I can’t read its path, I’ll crush it from the front.
Morcal’s spear technique was dazzling and deadly.
But its power was concentrated at the tip, leaving the shaft and center vulnerable.
Breaking through that gap is a death-defying stunt, but… I’ve been doing those my whole life, haven’t I?
Evan struck at that weakness precisely.
The spear grazed his cheek, drawing blood, but he ignored it.
Using the opening, he launched himself at Morcal.
“What are you doing?!”
Morcal tried to shake Evan off, but Evan clung to him, suppressing his movements.
How is this kid so heavy?
As Morcal began to lose ground, he realized Evan’s intent.
“You’re trying to push me into the moat? Not a chance!”
Morcal resisted with all his might.
As he held firm, Evan shouted.
“Jack! Kick me!”
“What? But…”
“Now!”
At Evan’s command, Jack reluctantly charged and kicked Evan with all his strength.
With Jack’s force added, the balance broke, and Morcal began to stumble backward.
Evan pressed Morcal further.
“Don’t stop—keep running!”
Clinging to Morcal, Evan leapt into the moat.
“You bastard!”
At the last moment, Evan drove his spear deep into the ground to anchor himself,
leaving Morcal to lose balance and fall into the frozen moat.
“Cool your head down there!”
“You won’t get away with this!”
Crack! Splash!
Leaving Morcal in the moat, Evan climbed up quickly.
The cadets had already crossed the drawbridge into the castle, but the soldiers, Duke, and the academy instructors were still fighting desperately.
These damn people. Do I have to save them all one by one?
At that moment, a thick fog suddenly blanketed the battlefield.
What’s that?
Evan looked toward the castle wall and saw a mage clutching one arm.
Jorzan, injured, had cast a spell to create the fog.
Few understood its meaning, but as long as some did, it was enough.
Evan didn’t miss the chance.
“Now! Everyone, retreat to the castle!”
Evan’s shout cut through the fog.
The soldiers, barely holding off the warriors and feral dogs, pulled back and ran toward the gate.
“To the castle!”
“Retreat!”
Each echoed the call to retreat, withdrawing with their comrades, reaching even Duke, locked in combat with Drenbalk.
“Dean, you need to retreat now!”
At an instructor’s urgent cry, Duke snapped to attention and shoved Drenbalk back.
“Got it!”
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
Drenbalk, enraged, hurled his axe at Duke, but a Kandahr warrior running through the fog took the hit and fell.
“Damn it!”
Drenbalk charged wildly through the fog, but Duke was already gone.
“Don’t let them escape!”
Drenbalk shouted, but the kingdom’s soldiers were crossing the drawbridge in perfect order.
“Quickly! Hurry!”
As everyone barely made it inside, the drawbridge rose slowly, and the soldiers, panting, sighed in relief.
“Huff… Huff…”
“We did it.”
Meanwhile, Duke, who had retreated with them, looked around and asked urgently.
“Where’s Evan? Where is he?”
“Evan? He was with the Executor cadets…”
At the spot an instructor pointed to, Evan was nowhere to be seen.
Only Jack and the other Executor cadets were there.
“What? He was definitely with us.”
Duke and the instructor’s faces grew grim, and Jack, reading their expressions, rushed over.
“Dean! Young Master Evan said he’d take the chieftain’s head and didn’t come in!”
Hearing the full story, Duke’s face paled.
“What? That crazy fool…! Open the gate now! I’ll drag him back by the scruff of his neck!”
As Duke, furious, turned to shout, a bewildered voice came from behind.
“What are you talking about? I already took the head.”
Everyone turned in shock.
“Evan?”
“Young Master, when…?”
“Just got here. Mission accomplished, of course.”
Red blood dripped from the tip of Evan’s sword, Venus, and in his other hand dangled the severed head of a massive feral dog.