From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

Before he finished speaking, Don Quixote had already spurred his horse forward.

His heightened perception after breaking through mental barriers allowed him to clearly perceive many of Theodore's subtle movements.

The trajectory of the sword swing, the rotation of the wrist, the stride of the warhorse beneath him, even the rhythm of the opponent's breathing and the unnatural shift in his gaze.

at the same time.

In his hands, the longsword was no longer a weapon, but rather an extension of his body.

Even in the cramped space of riding on horseback, Don Quixote's swordplay was fully unleashed.

In an instant.

Theodore seemed to have a different kind of illusion.

It seemed as if he wasn't fighting a one-on-one battle, but rather one against many.

Suddenly, a strike swept across from a tricky angle, causing Theodore's pupils to shrink sharply as he frantically parried!

Suddenly, a straight, horizontal sword thrust came straight at him, and Theodore hurriedly swung his sword to block it again.

when--!

The loud clang of swords clashing made his hand ache terribly.

An unimaginable force surged through the blade, causing his body to tremble and lean backward.

He glanced at Don Quixote with fear.

This young man looked thin, but his strength was terrifying.

That power was something no ordinary knight could possess!

Theodore roared:

"Who exactly are you?!"

Almost simultaneously, Theodore swung his iron sword again.

The blade whistled fiercely, cleaving straight for Don Quixote's head.

Don Quixote leaned back, almost touching the horse's back.

The curved blade whistled past his head.

In that split second, Don Quixote flicked his wrist, and his longsword shot out like a serpent from its hole with pinpoint accuracy.

The sword was so fast that only a cold glint remained, aiming straight for Theodore's throat from the side.

Theodore hurriedly dodged.

The longsword grazed his left ear, tearing a bit of flesh.

This gave Theodore a fright and caused him excruciating pain.

Theodore belatedly realized that the young man who had suddenly appeared was much stronger than him!

Theodore didn't have time to look around and instinctively shouted angrily:

"Damn it! Someone come here! Kill him!"

Don Quixote's every fight was precise and ruthless.

It is incredibly strong and attacks with lightning speed!

Theodore was completely overwhelmed and could only defend himself in a sorry state. Before long, he had no chance to fight back.

Theodore saw that no one had come to surround and kill Don Quixote yet.

Completely panicked, he hurriedly turned his gaze to scan his surroundings.

His men had already stormed into the Seven Market.

They were so focused on looting that no one noticed the fighting taking place here.

Perhaps some people noticed, but they didn't want to give up the opportunity to plunder at will and rush to help.

"A bunch of bastards!"

Theodore cursed and prepared to flee.

It was at this moment.

Don Quixote's figure suddenly grew larger in his field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, a cold glint entered his eyes.

Don Quixote thrust his sword forward.

"cough--!"

Before he could react, Theodore groaned, his vision went black, and he stopped breathing instantly.

Theodore's body then fell heavily from his horse, splashing up a patch of cold water.

Don Quixote sheathed his sword, took a deep breath, and quickly looked around.

The raider who was knocked off his horse by him had his throat slit.

...It should be Liam.

Don Quixote did not see Liam and immediately began to guess.

Just then.

Five people on horseback appeared in the direction he was rushing from.

These were Don Quixote's five henchmen.

The commotion at the market woke them up, as they were on their day off.

They were utterly horrified by what they saw.

Nathan, in particular, stared intently at a head on the ground and gasped in shock:

"That's Grayson!"

Grayson Manson, a Seven City soldier in Liam's squad.

Grayson had no idea what had happened to him.

His hands were chopped off, and his head was also severed.

Don Quixote sped toward the Seven's Market, shouting as he went:

"Go into the market to rescue people! Kill these sons of bitches of robbery!"

Upon hearing this, the two Seven City soldiers immediately followed and rushed into the Seven City market without hesitation.

The three free knights stared blankly at the obvious devastation inside Seven Market.

After exchanging a glance, Xie En hesitated and said:

"Do you want to go?"

Tom was still hesitating.

Warren took a deep breath, looked towards the market, and spurred his horse forward.

"I'm going first! Although I'm just a free knight, I haven't taken the oath yet!"

"But I will not break my promise!"

"This is my duty!"

Influenced by Warren, Tom's judgment suddenly shifted to one side.

He hurriedly spurred his horse forward.

Xie En, remaining where he was, continued to hesitate, his expression gloomy and uncertain, before finally letting out a sigh:

"I'm sorry, my wife and children are still waiting for me at home."

"Without me, they won't survive this winter!"

After a bitter smile, Xie En planned to hide and wait for things to calm down before blending back into the market, pretending that he hadn't run away either.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon a large group of people approaching from the direction of Seven City in the distance.

"Have the reinforcements arrived?"

Startled, Shane instinctively spurred his horse and hurriedly rode towards Seven Market.

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Seven Market has long been a living hell.

The looters went berserk, turning the stalls upside down and haphazardly piling fine cloth, spices, and silverware onto their horses.

The skinners chased after the wailing civilians, hacking and slashing them for amusement.

Blood splattered on the piles of fur, instantly turning them dark red.

Someone was pinned to the ground.

The piercing wails stopped abruptly, leaving only bits of flesh and dripping blood on the ground.

As Don Quixote stepped into the chaotic marketplace, he saw a robber slashing at a man dressed as a merchant.

The man dressed as a merchant was tightly clutching a locked wooden box in his arms.

It must contain some valuable goods, or perhaps a wooden box with a silver deer and a golden dragon.

The pale-faced raider raised his iron knife high, ready to bring it down.

Don Quixote's sword had pierced his back, the force of which sent him flying and crashing into a cargo container.

The merchant was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, clutching the wooden box and trembling.

"Get out of here right now!"

Don Quixote left those words behind and continued on his way.

Soon.

Two skinners rode recklessly toward this place, dragging a young girl along with iron chains.

The girl, her body being relentlessly rubbed by the rubble and mud on the ground, was crying out in anguish.

The two skinners, upon seeing Don Quixote, paused for a second, then grinned maliciously:

"They actually dare to stay here instead of running away; they must be tired of living!"

The two skinners exchanged a glance, then simultaneously accelerated their attack on Don Quixote.

The moment the three horses approached.

The skinner on the left let out a grotesque laugh, then swung another iron chain at Don Quixote's body.

The skinner on the right then swung his knife straight down, aiming for Don Quixote's face.

The knife was still stained with fresh, undried blood, and it reeked of a foul stench.

Don Quixote's eyes turned cold.

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