I Became a Hero With a Lot of Experience

22 – 022: 5,000 Years of History (3)

Heaving out a labored breath, he sheathed his lance.

Thanks to the protective gear, the knight didn’t suffer burns, but the area he took the hit was severely swollen, and it seemed to take time to regain control of the sword.

The sparring with the unnamed knight was a mere trivial duel for me, ending in just two exchanges.

I had confidently stepped forward, but perhaps even within the Order of Knights, was he not exceptionally skilled?

If we only considered skills, excluding physical strength, it was incomparable to the formidable master who was like a towering wall.

“Lance is like a disciple of Geon Lance, right? There are indeed similarities.”

“Yes, you!!!”

The master was formidable. Although there were some minor differences, with Geon Lance not specializing in lances, at that time, even winning a single round was challenging for me.

If I were a resident of this fantasy world, I would have easily defeated a knight of this level.

“Next.”

The knights’ mockery ceased, but I felt it was still inadequate. I gestured for the knights to come forward.

They say seeing is believing.

Rather than a hundred words, showing one’s skills directly would be better for considering the future.

A knight with a serious expression approached the sparring ground, raising up to me, bowing deeply, and lifting his sword and shield.

His expression was unusually serious, and he seemed quite taken aback by the change in attitude after defeating just one person.

Without understanding the situation, the signal for the second match rang out.

Having learned something from the previous opponent’s defeat, the knight facing me this time didn’t recklessly charge against my lance.

It goes without saying that the lance is longer than a longsword.

The lance, including its long blade, was taller than me (184 cm), with the blade narrowing and sharpening from the base to the tip.

If there were no protective gear, the knight from a moment ago would have been pierced in the abdomen with the first strike.

Due to its size and weight, handling it properly makes it a formidable weapon that cannot be easily dealt with using conventional cold weapons.

Realizing this fact belatedly, the knight cautiously sidestepped, waiting for an opportunity like facing a wild beast.

As he adjusted his posture slowly, he increased his speed explosively and struck from the side.

One of the few weaknesses of the lance.

Due to its length and weight, it’s difficult to respond immediately when attacked from the side.

However, this is the story before I awakened as a warrior.

“Light….”

The sensation I felt from the first grasp was more vivid than ever.

Reversing the lance I had thrust forward, I pivoted my body and swung it at the knight who was lunging from the side.

The knight, using explosive movements fueled by mana, somehow managed to soar into the air to evade.

“…!!! (Experience gained: 6)”

Swinging the lance to the right and immediately without stopping, I swung it to the left. The airborne knight, with no place to dodge, couldn’t counterattack and simply fell away.

At first glance, this seemingly simple consecutive thrust is an impossible technique without the innate strength of the body and considerable mastery.

During the Japanese occupation era, this technique, born through the exchange of skills with the Japanese lance ufapa, is called “Swallow’s Return” (not the bastards eating virginity).

For those dedicated to the lance, mastering this technique is essential to truly obtain skill. However, it is not a technique to be overused, as injuries can occur during its execution.

Yet, thanks to the body of a warrior, I felt like I could perform it as many times as I wanted now.

“Next.”

Confidence overflowed throughout my body.

With a desire to test this body a bit more, I gestured for the knights to come forward one by one.

And without exception, each one faced the same result.

Watching the weak figures of the fallen knights without energy, I was convinced.

“I have surpassed the master.”

As I thrilled with the realization of breaking through a wall, a sudden loud cheer echoed from the spectator stands.

“Wowww!! (Experience gained: 5)”

Turning my head towards the stands, the once quiet atmosphere now resembled a baseball stadium.

Noble individuals, forgetting their etiquette, shouted like market ajummas (Experience gained: 7).

Cheering for a non-virgin and non-gentleman felt unpleasant, but the realization of surpassing the master elevated my mood considerably.

Unlike other days, today, I could easily handle any number of challenges.

As I raised the lance towards them, the cheers grew even louder.

“Hey!! Are you watching, fools?!!”

The sound reached far, but no response came back.

Turning my head back to the training ground, only one person remained – the former captain of the knights, Rhas.

“… (Experience Points: 17)”

Our eyes met.

In Ras’s gaze, a seriousness different from usual was glimpsed.

As he stepped onto the training ground, the bustling spectator stands fell silent.

“…I request a match. (Experience Points: 17)”

*****

In truth, all that was in Ras’s mind initially was revenge.

According to Rubia, a disciple of the Tower of Magic, it is said that the male chastity belt is endowed with a high-level sealing magic.

Why such magic is placed on the male chastity belt is unknown, but with Rubia’s current skills, she could not dispel the magic.

To release the magic, one would need to study the chastity belt for at least several years, and possibly even a decade.

In other words, it meant spending hours studying the chastity belt every day, showing it to Rubia.

The one who subjected him to such a figure was undoubtedly Galleon, the crown prince.

But due to the intense memory of Galleon throwing the chastity belt key, Ras’s anger was directed towards the knight.

Although strictly speaking, the person who filled Ras’s chastity belt was Galleon, the crown prince.

However, because of the vivid memory of Galleon throwing the chastity belt key, Ras’s anger was directed at the knight.

He had promised to flatten his nose in this duel, sharpening his sword for the moment, but what he saw when that moment arrived was a sight he had never imagined.

“…Impressive.”

A pure admiration, devoid of any personal bias, was probably shared by all the members of the knight order.

In manipulating a lance that matched his own physique with ease, Ras momentarily forgot about revenge.

Beautiful and without exaggeration, the skill that the knight possessed was truly ingrained in the hands of a warrior.

Could it be that calling him a cook was a lie?

While seriously contemplating that thought, one by one, the members of the knight order fell, and only Ras remained in the end.

For the first time in a while, Ras felt the uncontrollable surge of the nameless blood flowing within him.

He wanted to compete with the author.

He wanted to win in a duel.

Embracing such intense and natural desires in his heart, Ras gripped his sword.

And now, despite defeating dozens of knights, the warrior who barely broke a sweat is aiming a lance at Ras.

Whether it was the knight’s instinct or that he had mastered the manipulation of sacred power, it seemed as if the transcendent physical abilities from the ridiculous race back at the race were evident in his body and lance.

Feeling the merciless intent from the spear pointed at him, Ras unconsciously took a step back.

Carefully moving to avoid entering the lance’s range, Ras continued to think.

First, it is not advisable to dig in from the side.

Even if you dig in not towards Lance but towards the shield, you will only be hit by the shield and fall.

The attacks of a warrior who has mastered the basic use of divine power are lethal, to say the least, with each strike.

If we compare only the physical strength, he would surpass even Lass, who strengthened his body with mana.

If you defend your body with mana, you might be able to withstand one or two attacks, but anything beyond that would be impossible.

Mana cannot be wasted even a little.

If we look only at the simple physical specs, he is a man comparable to the Kingdom’s Greatest Sword, the master.

Like a castaway in the desert saving water, extreme frugality of mana is necessary.

However, if mana is too scarce, there is also the possibility of being unable to respond to the thrust and being defeated, making it truly a difficult task.

“I will break through head-on.”

Standing just outside Lance’s reach, he skillfully provokes the opponent’s attack.

And taking advantage of the moment when the attack misses, he swiftly decides the outcome.

Lance’s greatest advantage is that among the ice-cold weapons, he is an unmatched reach, but his weakness is also that reach.

Since the reach is too long, a gap is created when turning the weapon back, and he was well aware of that fact.

Therefore, the warrior always waited for the opponent to approach first and only attacked at the most certain moment.

Although he had discovered the weakness, there was no change in the fact that it was still reckless.

The declaration to break through head-on was as absurd as saying you would shell barley with a beast’s mouth.

However, since there was no other sharp point, Lass made up his mind.

Concentrating mana on both legs so that he could rush at any time, Lass cautiously moved forward.

As the protracted standoff continued, someone in the audience even sent a jeer.

“Why are they just glaring at each other without doing anything?”

Mocking voices provoking whether he lost not only the position of the knight commander but also his courage were heard here and there, but it didn’t last long.

Penny and the other Glares silenced them.

Lass didn’t know this fact, but it turned out to be a great help to him.

Maintaining a distance where he could touch Lance’s reach or not, Lass patiently waited for the warrior’s patience to wear thin.

Then suddenly, the warrior sighed and lowered the shield he was holding.

A move that was not considered surrender made both Lass and the audience raise their eyebrows.

The next moment, the warrior pulled something out from his bosom and threw it towards Lass.

Glistening even more brilliantly under the sunlight, it was undoubtedly an item that a crow could not have picked up.

“The key!!!”

Hero. Revenge. Struggle. Victory.

The thoughts that filled Las’s mind vanish, buried beneath the platinum light emitted by the key.

When he comes to his senses, Las finds himself sprinting towards the key, casting aside even his cherished sword.

And then.

“Fool! You have lost!”

The lance of the hero collides with Las’s unprotected abdomen as he races toward the key.