Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Ryan wielded a greatsword made of broken steel, the blade whistling through the air as he relentlessly attacked and slashed, pressing forward step by step.

His moves were wide and sweeping, each sword strike brimming with brute force far exceeding that of ordinary people. As the sword swept across the swamp, the black mud and pebbles that were splashed up flew in all directions like hidden weapons.

The heavy armor made a dull metallic clanging sound as he moved, but it did not affect his explosive power in the slightest, clearly demonstrating that he had brought the suitability of this heavy armor to the extreme.

But the more he fought, the more agitated and alarmed Ryan became.

The mysterious man before him was like a slippery eel, always managing to evade his attacks from the most cunning angles.

As the greatsword slashed toward his chest, the opponent slipped and dodged to the side like a shadow skimming the ground. The blade grazed his armor and cut through the air, carving a deep trench in the ground.

As the longsword swept across the neck, the opponent suddenly ducked, almost touching the surface of the swamp. The sword tip was just a hair's breadth away from hitting him, but ultimately missed.

From the man's skill in slaying the giant bear, Ryan knew that his agility far surpassed that of ordinary people, but now, witnessing it firsthand, he realized that this agility had reached an outrageous level.

He felt as if he wasn't chopping down a person, but rather chasing and slashing a nimble bee.

I can clearly see the other person's movements, but I'm always just a little bit off, and each time the other person dodges me with incredible agility.

The greatsword's sharpness was useless at this moment; it could only futilely cleave the air, creating a mess.

"So close! Just so close! Damn it, why is it always so close—!"

Ryan's roar was hoarse with frustration. The continuous onslaught gradually weakened his already injured body, making his breathing heavy. Sweat mixed with black mud rolled down his forehead, blurring his vision.

His movements began to show flaws; his sword speed slowed down by half a beat, and the flaws became increasingly obvious.

Just then, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through my left rib!

Ryan's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head abruptly, only to see that Luo Kunlun had somehow circled around to his left.

The other person stomped their feet on the ground, causing the swamp to sink half an inch deeper.

His waist and abdomen tightened suddenly as if twisting an iron chain beneath the armor, his muscles bulged into a smooth arc, and his strength traveled up his spine to his arms, finally condensing into a single point.

The fist, covered by gauntlets, slammed heavily into the soft spot on the left side of his breastplate with a sharp, piercing sound.

Boom!

A dull thud, without the crisp sound of armor shattering, was more chilling than any other sound.

In an instant, Ryan felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and dark red blood foam gushed out uncontrollably. Blood seeped from his eyes and nostrils, sliding down his cheeks and mixing with the black mud.

He tried to raise his hand to block or retaliate, but found that his heart in his chest cavity felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer and had been shattered. Every breath was accompanied by the excruciating pain of his internal organs rubbing together, and his limbs instantly lost their strength.

His Brontë armor was still intact, with only a fist-shaped dent on the left side.

But no matter how strong the armor's defense is, it cannot stop this bone-piercing force.

Ryan felt his internal organs churning violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. His body swayed, and he collapsed heavily to his knees in the swamp.

How is that possible?!

His Brontë armor was incredibly strong, while the mysterious man's strength was far inferior to that of the giant bear, yet he was able to rupture the bear's internal organs through the armor.

Filled with resentment and confusion, Ryan's head drooped limply, and he fell silent.

Luo Kunlun withdrew his trembling right fist; his gauntlet was cracked.

This is a victory for martial arts!

He was able to kill Ryan, who was wearing Broke's heavy armor, with his bare hands, relying on a core technique in martial arts known as "internal strength".

By precisely controlling breathing, concentrating the mind, and coordinating the exertion of all the muscles in the body, the scattered power is integrated into "whole-body strength," rather than simply relying on the strength of the arms.

When an ordinary knight throws a punch, he uses only his arm to exert force, like a heavy hammer striking; the power is great but dispersed.

The internal force is generated by concentrating the whole body like wringing a towel, from the soles of the feet pushing off the ground, twisting the waist and abdomen, to the arms, all in one smooth motion. The power is concentrated at one point, like an iron cone being struck by a heavy hammer, with a penetrating force far exceeding that of simple brute force.

However, to achieve maximum effect with minimal effort, one must first possess the strength to achieve maximum effect.

Luo Kunlun's physical abilities were already far superior to Ryan's, and with the addition of his skills, he was able to shatter the opponent's internal organs through heavy armor, achieving victory through skill over clumsiness.

After killing Ryan, Lokunlun did not hesitate at all and immediately picked up the broken steel greatsword in his hand.

The previous one-handed sword was too ordinary. It was okay to deal with unarmored or lightly armored opponents, but against full-body armor, even if the blade was chipped, it wouldn't be able to harm the opponent at all.

Therefore, at the beginning of his fight with Ryan, he decisively discarded his one-handed sword, not intending to use a close-range weapon to fight the heavy sword head-on, but instead using hit-and-run tactics to wear down his opponent and look for a fatal opportunity.

If he had enough time, he would like to take off Ryan's Broly armor and put it on.

This heavily armored suit of armor, paired with an equally sharp greatsword made of broken steel, was exactly the equipment he had always dreamed of—both stylish and powerful.

But reality didn't give him that chance. The footsteps behind him were already approaching. Count Wimbledon and Farman, each holding a battle axe, surrounded him from the left and right, their eyes filled with murderous intent and greed. They clearly wanted to take advantage of his recent battle and reap the benefits.

Luo Kunlun gripped the broken steel greatsword in his hand, and drops of blood dripped from the blade.

He was fighting two opponents, both mid-level knights whose armor was thicker than his.

But with nanomachines and a greatsword in hand, it's not like they can't fight.

..............

On the edge of the battlefield, in the shadows of the withered trees and intertwined branches, a hunched figure stumbled and staggered through the undergrowth, using the tree trunks as cover.

Hande's knight's armor was covered in scratches, and his left shoulder armor hung crookedly on his body, with the seeping blood leaving a thin trail in the black mud.

He had just been struck in the chest by the giant bear's chain whip, breaking several of his ribs, but at least he survived and managed to crawl into the woods despite his severe injuries.

After passing through a thicket of dead trees, he finally saw Viscount Roth lying paralyzed on the edge of the swamp.

He was leaning weakly against a broken tree stump, his chest heaving violently, each breath a painful gasp.

"Viscount!" Hand rushed forward, his voice filled with barely concealed sorrow and relief, "You're still alive!"

Viscount Roth slowly opened his heavy eyelids, his cloudy gaze focusing on Hand. His chapped lips moved, his voice hoarse as a broken gong: "It's you, Hand... Is anyone still alive?"

His gaze swept over the empty woods behind Hand, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes gradually faded.

Hand lowered his head, his fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white, his voice choked with emotion: "It's just me left, Viscount."

He took a deep breath and managed to utter the rest of his words with difficulty, "Walton and Rael... they were both too badly injured to make it. Walton was struck in the abdomen by the bear's claws, and his intestines were sticking out."

"Rael's head was severed as he was thrown away with chains around his neck."

Of the three Ashenvale Knights, only Hand remains.

Viscount Roth closed his eyes, letting out a suppressed whimper, and black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

This is not only excruciating physical pain, but also the collapse of the family's future.

"That...that giant bear...what happened?" He recalled the commotion from earlier, a hint of urgency flashing in his eyes. "I think I just heard something fall heavily, the ground shook...could it be dead?"

"Dead," Hand said slowly. "It seems to be a strange knight who suddenly rushed out, his movements incredibly fast. He jumped directly onto the giant bear's back and plunged his sword into the bear's eye."

"A strange knight?" Viscount Roth was stunned, his eyes filled with doubt and shock. "Who is he?"

Hand shook his head, his face full of confusion: "I don't know. He was covered in armor, so I couldn't see his face."

"This is not the time to talk about this, Viscount. Let's hurry up and go back to our previous valley camp."

"Perhaps we'll even encounter subordinates who are loyal to us."

After saying that, Handra lifted Roth and walked with difficulty toward the valley camp.