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The dark fog was stirred up, and a piercing wind was stirred up.

"Snapped."

But the giant hammer did not do what it should have done, smashing the delicate Sarkaz woman in front of it into a miserable state.

Just as his harsh words were not fulfilled—the hammer he swung stopped abruptly after a muffled thud, and his declaration of "I'll kill you" did not come true.

A person who truly intends to kill someone should have already put their words into action when they shout "I'll kill you," rather than stopping at mere words.

Unfortunately, both the staff in the building and the two Sarkaz knights overlooked one possibility.

"Perhaps she's powerful enough without magic?"

This possibility, which had been overlooked early on, eventually became a reality that was both untimely and unbelievable to them.

The phrase "I'll kill you" thus stopped at the level of a "harsh threat".

"Ugh...Ugh...Ah!!!!"

The hammer handle bends downwards due to the force exerted by the gripper, but the hammerhead can only stop in that place and cannot continue to fall.

The cold hammerhead was covered in bloodstains, ancient marks left by countless tests and competitions, gradually seeping into the metal.

But now, a slender hand touched it, casually preventing it from falling.

The force that nearly bent the hammer handle into an arc did not shake the Nightingale in the slightest, let alone advance it even half an inch. Even the wheelchair's tires did not appear to deform under the heavy pressure.

[Main Text] Terra Battle: Chapter Twenty is about dissipating power! And it's at an extremely high level!

The delicate hands were not something a warrior wielding such power would possess; the slender arms contrasted sharply with the hammer handle, which was almost the same thickness as them.

Even so, this visible gap did not allow reality to unfold as expected.

"...Drink it!!!"

The Sarkaz knight wielding the hammer couldn't understand why his previous blow hadn't resulted in a bloodbath. Then, with a roar, he leaped into the air, hammer and all—the heavy armor seemed to pose no obstacle whatsoever. The hundreds of kilograms of metal armor were lifted by the terrifying muscle power erupting from his body. He then raised the heavy hammer high, the hammerhead bending backward against his neck, his entire body curling up like a shrimp.

Concentrate all your strength into this one strike!

The magic unit within the weapon begins to activate, and as it glows red and vibrates continuously, the destructive power of the attack explodes to several times its previous level!

This is the truly devastating technique that can be called the Leap Hammer!

Before the heavy impact, ripples of dust rose from the ground, as if a meteorite had struck and released a visible shockwave the moment it hit the ground.

"boom!!!!!"

With a deafening roar, dust billowed up, and a large number of rocks and fragments scattered wildly like bullets. Even just looking at the damage from the splash radius, it was enough to leave anyone within that area covered in wounds.

Even with the explosion-proof glass blocking the view, the bystanders clearly recognized the terrifying nature of the attack.

Even the flying metal fragments were deeply embedded in the walls around the venue, and those fragments came from the wheelchair that Nightingale was sitting in.

This attack is ruthless. Even if you were the Black Knight reborn, you would never escape unscathed if you took this attack head-on!

—That's how it should be.

The crater created by the hammer contained only fragments.

The wall, riddled with craters from the splash, remained completely unharmed in the direction Shining was located.

The chaotic, fragmentation-grenade-like attack was neutralized the moment it exploded, but this was Shining's doing, and had nothing to do with Nightingale, who disappeared along with the shattered wheelchair.

She disappeared.

At the same instant, another Sarkaz knight drew his bow and arrow diagonally upwards, aiming at a pure white figure.

Nightingale, who had vanished under the hammer at incredible speed, paused briefly in mid-air, like a divine messenger descending from the sky, staring at the staff on the other side of the glass who hadn't yet had time to show a surprised expression.

Her eyes held only endless compassion, not disgust or hatred.

"...You! Stop this woman right now!!!"

The staff member thought he would be attacked by the mysterious Sarkaz woman at any moment, so he quickly picked up a walkie-talkie and broadcast it into the venue.

The two Sarkaz clashed physically, and then immediately began to carry out orders they could not resist.

Reality didn't give the staff much time to savor Nightingale's earlier gaze—several arrows radiating deep purple magical energy were released on command and shot upwards towards Nightingale's body. Another enormous shadow leaped back and forth between the walls, using agility completely disproportionate to its size, and arrived above Nightingale.

The Sarkaz wielding hammers once again unleashed a powerful blow, coordinating with the arrow barrage to launch a pincer attack.

The hammer struck his back, and the arrow pierced his abdomen.

The nightingale's physique is definitely not one that can withstand these attacks head-on.

But at this moment, a surprising scene appeared.

Like a clumsy person trying to catch a goose down fluttering in the air, the sharp attack was "slipped away" by the nightingale the moment it touched its body.

With nimble movements, they weaved through their attacks, causing the hammers and arrows to deviate from their original trajectories and glide past each other.

The hammer blow missed its mark, and the arrow, carrying a magical impact, exploded against the wall.

But that wasn't due to avoiding it by a hair's breadth.

Both attacks did indeed strike Nightingale's body directly.

But at this moment, she slid behind the airborne Sarkaz as if without any visible impact, then pressed her palm onto his shoulder armor—and then pressed down.

"Bang!!!!!"

With an unusually high speed, his body crashed into the Sarkaz knight who was wielding a bow and arrow, knocking him over.

Dust billowed up, and the powerful impact of this suppressive move, which didn't even resemble a counterattack, left the two unable to stand up for a moment.

"...It is energy dissipation, and at an extremely high level."

The only one who noticed something was amiss was Shining, who let Nightingale choose to make her move.

Whether it's an arrow with a cutting effect or a heavy hammer that can directly shatter skillful force, both forces are neutralized the moment they come into contact with the nightingale, and this happens in mid-air where there is nothing to rely on.

The deadly violence vanished into thin air.

The incredible training methods that Thomas taught were effective.

Perhaps not as extreme as his personal guidance, the more universal training guidelines later developed by the first batch of trainees in collaboration with the instructors did indeed have a significant effect.

"Qi" has become a subject that Rhodes Island needs to systematically and deeply study in both medical care and combat training.

"Qi" is the embodiment of vitality and spirit. A strong body and spirit can nurture strong Qi, and Qi, in turn, can transform the body and spirit to a higher level.

Not only did it unexpectedly suppress the erosion of vitality by Oripathy, but what surprised people the most was always the change that was directly manifested in the physical strength.

"Qi" will not be biased based on whether you are originally weak or not.

As long as your efforts are in the right direction, and you are willing to make the corresponding commitment and sufficient investment, then the person involved will definitely be clearer than the bystanders about how much they have changed compared to the past.

"'Hoping to move around this nimbly without a cane'—it's truly a self-fulfilling prophecy..."

The nightingale landed lightly on the ground, without stirring up a speck of dust in the sandy field.

Watching all this unfold, Shining felt a mix of emotions, including a sense of gratitude and a touch of emotion that seemed to linger in her heart.

In the past, many people on Rhodes Island had imagined what Shining's battles would be like because of rumors, but no one would ever imagine how Nightingale would fight.

But now, thanks to someone, it seems no one is surprised anymore that anyone possesses amazing fighting power.

To be honest, it is a bit strange to let Nightingale choose to resort to force, but if it is her own will and she has the ability to do so, why would Shining deliberately try to dissuade her?

"call."

Nightingale slowly exhaled, then raised her eyes to look at the two Sarkaz knights who had just gotten up.

"What's wrong? Our clansmen."

As they spoke, both Sarkaz trembled more noticeably than when they received the orders.

He reached out to the two men, but they suddenly jumped away and made a running away motion.

"Do you even want to avoid touching me, a weak member of your own kind?"

Nightingale's gentle words rang out with the touch, and she looked at the two Sarkaz knights who had fled with a harmless smile.

"Crack".

The wall she touched instantly and silently caved in and cracked, the cracks rising straight up to the bottom of the explosion-proof glass on the top floor.

Boom!!!

The explosion-proof glass shattered as if by an impact invisible to the naked eye, and a fine, crystalline rain began to fall on the site.

[Main Text] Terra Battle for Supremacy: Chapter Twenty-One - Let's Have a Few Moves If We're Not Sick

The individual consciousness of the two Sarkaz knights was actually suppressed to the point that it was almost non-existent.

A blurred consciousness implies a lack of self-control, and coupled with the aggression they are provoked to exhibit, they are naturally a dangerous entity that is prone to getting out of control.

However, through long-term experiments, the staff had already ingrained stress obedience into their bodily reflexes.

In other words, they will always regard the orders of their staff as the highest priority.

At this moment, no matter how desperately the white-coated knights, panicked by the shattered blast glass, shouted orders to retreat, the two Sarkaz knights simply kept their trembling bodies away from the ever-approaching Nightingale.

—The staff ordered them not to escape and to keep the enemy occupied.

But another instinct causes their almost non-existent consciousness to constantly sound the alarm.

Because they are forced to take large amounts of medication and are deprived of too much of their thinking ability, their instincts become more acute at this time.

This was evident from their initial encounter with Nightingale and Shining; otherwise, they wouldn't have needed Nightingale to come to them before deciding to attack.

Therefore, every attack they launch can be described as a desperate, all-or-nothing strike.

But now, realizing that even a full-scale attack is futile, their instinctive survival instinct and forced obedience are fiercely battling.

The two Sarkaz knights were cornered by the pacing Nightingale, who looked at the strange liquid flowing from their broken armor.

It wasn't something leaking from some device inside the armor, but rather it was seeping out from a wound on the skin.

"Blue blood...this is..."

She rubbed the drop of blue blood on her fingertip, then smelled it from a distance.

This somewhat viscous, almost solid liquid had a familiar appearance and smell; even the medical staff, rather than the engineers, recognized it to some extent.