Chapter 233: Tekular
"These useless bastards again."
Cedran’s expression darkened.
He loathed these Imperial remnants.
Sometimes, what these defeated soldiers did was even more outrageous than the crimes of the nobles.
Calling them scum was already giving them too much credit.
Under the astonished gazes of the Imperial remnants, Cedran drew the longsword at his waist and stood in their path.
His new sword had only just been forged.
Using the blood of these wastes to temper its edge was perfect.
Killing intent surged like a tiger.
Cedran shouted coldly, "If you do not want to lose your lives, I suggest you take not one step closer to this town. Otherwise..."
"Haha!"
The defeated soldiers froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Their footsteps did not stop.
They continued running toward the town.
"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in things that do not concern you!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Why waste words? Just kill him!"
Their mocking voices still echoed in the air when a silver streak flashed through their vision like lightning.
A moment later, heads flew into the air one after another.
Blood sprayed out.
The laughter of the defeated soldiers stopped abruptly.
Cedran charged into them like a wolf among sheep.
With swift and ruthless swordsmanship, he fought alone against hundreds.
In the blink of an eye, he had cut off more than a dozen heads, perhaps twenty.
Every strike was decisive and clean.
He was like death itself.
Clang!
The sound of clashing blades trembled through the air.
One of the defeated soldiers possessed decent swordsmanship.
At the critical moment, he managed to block Cedran’s strike with his blade.
Even so, Cedran sent him flying with a single blow.
Cedran’s strength was simply too great.
Any swordsman with real achievements in swordsmanship had certainly broken through the limits of the human body.
Their physical ability was not something ordinary people could contend with.
Seeing Cedran’s ferocity, the defeated soldiers turned pale with shock and shouted hurriedly.
"Those of you who still have guns, get over here and support us! Hurry!"
A thousand years ago, the world of Legend of the Empire mainly relied on alchemy.
After alchemy disappeared, the nations began developing technology.
Now, the Empire had gradually begun equipping its army with flintlock muskets.
Against ordinary people, there was naturally no need to say more.
Even an average swordsman would be injured if shot.
But against a swordsman like Cedran, who far surpassed ordinary standards, their usefulness was limited.
He could not block the bullets.
But his reaction speed was enough for him to move out of the line of fire before they pulled the trigger.
After several gunshots rang out, white smoke slowly drifted into the air.
Cedran charged toward the direction of the smoke.
In one burst of speed, he appeared before the musketeers.
Despair immediately appeared on their faces.
"I surrender..."
Sword light flashed.
The musketeers’ heads fell to the ground.
Cedran possessed abundant real combat experience.
When he killed, it was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.
He did not hesitate at all.
Nor would he show mercy.
Suddenly, the sound of rushing wind rang out.
Cedran turned decisively and blocked someone’s strike.
The attacker was a powerfully built middle aged man.
Cedran looked somewhat surprised.
"I did not expect the remnants to have an expert among them."
The middle aged man threatened him.
"Do you know what you are doing? You dare attack us? Just wait for this town to be buried with you!"
"Heh."
Cedran laughed with open disdain.
Using the force of the exchange, he retreated and broke free from the soldiers surrounding him.
Then he spoke irritably.
"Do I look scared?"
After saying that, he turned to Caelum.
"I will leave the rest to you. In single combat, I would not fear any one of them, but one expert plus muskets and two or three hundred men is a bit more than I can handle."
Caelum reminded him, "Your wound reopened."
"Hm?"
Cedran only realized it then.
Blood seemed to be seeping through his bandages.
A sharp burst of pain followed, making him bare his teeth.
"No wonder something felt wrong. Hiss..."
Caelum rested his hand on Cloudrend.
His calm gaze swept across the three hundred defeated soldiers before him.
He had been living peacefully in Hartstead and did not want its quiet tranquility broken.
Anyone who attacked Hartstead was his enemy.
The middle aged man felt as though he were facing a great foe.
Under Caelum’s gaze, a bad premonition rose within him.
His instincts told him that this young man’s strength might be terrifying.
Cedran thought Caelum would draw his blade and felt some anticipation.
Instead, Caelum’s gaze sharpened.
An overwhelmingly powerful burst of Conqueror Haki erupted from his body.
In an instant, it swept over the three hundred defeated soldiers before him.
A faint hum spread.
Ripples seemed to form in the air.
A sudden gale roared outward.
The surrounding rocks shattered, and even the road cracked beneath the pressure.
Then, including the middle aged man, all three hundred Imperial remnants rolled their eyes back and collapsed unconscious on the spot.
Cedran’s heart gave a violent thud.
His pupils contracted sharply.
He stood rooted in place, holding his breath as a shock beyond words ran through him.
What happened?
What was that just now?
Cedran could not understand.
Caelum had not even drawn his blade.
How had these people lost consciousness?
He had not seen Caelum’s swordsmanship, but he had witnessed something even more shocking.
"What did you just do to them?"
"Just a small trick."
If he told Cedran this was Haki, and that everyone had the potential to master it, Cedran would definitely pester him to teach it.
Caelum disliked trouble.
Cedran fell silent.
He only found it frightening.
Not ordinarily frightening either.
A single look had instantly brought down more than three hundred people.
That kind of power was far too astonishing.
His gaze trembled.
He realized Caelum was far stronger than he had imagined.
Their earlier match had been far from revealing Caelum’s true strength.
"I suggest you kill them all before they wake up."
Cedran froze.
"Me?"
"Do you have some kind of knightly spirit?"
"Not really."
Cedran raised the longsword in his hand and began moving from one unconscious Imperial remnant to the next, ending each life with a single strike.
As he worked, he said to Caelum, "But I did once serve as a knight for a noble for a while. I even earned the title Silver Sword."
It was precisely that experience that allowed Cedran to see the true faces of the nobles.
Cruel, greedy, arrogant, ugly, and hypocritical.
That was the most accurate portrait of the nobility.
The timing was almost perfect.
Cedran had only just slit the throats of all three hundred Imperial remnants when smoke and dust rose in the distance.
A force that looked extremely shabby appeared.
Cedran identified them.
"The rebels."
The Imperial remnants had said the rebels would reach this place soon.
Cedran had not expected soon to mean this soon.
It had not even been thirty minutes.
"Commander, there seems to be something ahead!"
"Stop!"
The leader of this rebel force was a middle aged man with sharp features and a resolute face.
He was tall but somewhat thin, clearly someone who had suffered greatly under the Empire.
His name was Tekular.
He was a commander in the rebel Third Army.
Tekular looked carefully and discovered that all the Imperial remnants they had been pursuing were already lying dead on the ground.
He immediately paid close attention to Caelum and Cedran, who stood in their path.
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