Bear School Astartes

Compared to Lann's swordsmanship and speed and agility, even with ultra-thick armor, and a superior sword and shield combination, Gregor Clegane was an unequivocal underdog in this battle.

Faced with the onslaught like a storm, he could only hold his sword and shield up in front of him, barely resisting by relying on the large area of his equipment!

Clanging sounds of steel clashing were accompanied by sparks flying and wood chips exploding from the oak shield.

The people Gregor brought along were almost stunned.

Gregor's usual military strategy was to leverage his innate bravery and violence.

His soldiers were already accustomed to the panic among enemies upon their commander's appearance, and then, once Gregor displayed his power, no one in this world could be unafraid of him.

They had never expected a situation where Gregor Clegane was being overwhelmed in a small-scale battle, even with numerical superiority!

An unexpected situation undoubtedly affected the overall combat effectiveness of this group.

And Lann's suppression of Gregor went far beyond this.

After each slash, the elegant longsword in Lann's hands glowed with a section of holy golden light.

At first, people thought this was just the golden ornament on the sword, leaving a residual image during the swings.

But as the glow became brighter, and the area it covered became larger, none could deceive themselves any longer.

All the warriors present, regardless of their stance, occasionally focused their attention on the longsword Lann wielded during the battle.

They knew that today they not only witnessed the legendary magic but also the legendary magical weapon!

Lann was nearly half a meter shorter than Gregor!

But now, on the battlefield, it seemed like a kindergarten kid was overwhelmingly beating up a middle-schooler!

Each slash made the black iron giant involuntarily lean back, and then his steps trembled as he moved back.

"Wait a bit more... just wait a bit more!"

Inside the barrel helmet, Gregor's fierce face became ferocious as his muscles reached their limits.

He was being constantly suppressed now, but he still hadn't given up.

Because in his experience, such huge and frequent exertion must be a result of holding one's breath and then swinging recklessly.

There had to be an end! There had to be weakness!

And as long as he held out until that point of weakness, then he could...

"Whoosh!"

Before the beautiful imagination in Gregor's mind finished, a holy golden glow filled his vision.

No longer the light fleeting through the gaps during blocking, but unshielded golden light directly approaching his face!

And at this moment, Gregor felt a lightness in his hand.

"My sword and shield... both broken!?"

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the runes on Aron Dite's blade filled with golden light during the slash, doubling the power of the strike!

The oak shield, the steel greatsword, the weapons Gregor used to block were left with only half after one face-off!

Along with falling to the ground was half of his hand inside the iron glove.

Lann looked calmly at his adversary. He did not seem to be holding his breath as Gregor had anticipated, and instead he chuckled softly.

"I'm waiting for magic to charge, what are you waiting for?"

Gregor now realized that half of his hand had been cut off! Instantly, half in pain, half in fury, he roared loudly.

"Ah! Ahhhh!"

Mindlessly charged at Lann.

The giant bent down, using his only intact hand to grab Lann's skull, roaring as he tried to squeeze hard, aiming to crush this pretty boy's head directly!

Lann felt the sensation of that large hand and the texture of the iron gauntlet on his head. Through the observation slit of the barrel helmet, he could see Gregor's bloodshot, frenzied eyes.

But he remained utterly calm.

[Demon Mountain] has fought ordinary people for so long, so long that he doesn't know how to face an opponent stronger than himself.

Squeezing someone's head with bare hands, it's an idea that indeed carries a lot of intimidation. But there's only one problem...

How dare you come near me?

The hand Gregor squeezed around Lann's skull trembled, because he was vigorously exerting force.

But Lann merely slowly raised his hand, grasped the hand on his head, and then, inch by inch, opened it.

During this process, not even to mention breathing, he didn't even show signs of pain.

Lann once again affirmed the gap between himself and ordinary people.

Gregor possessed extraordinary strength, but excluding agility, in terms of recovery speed, bone toughness, and other aspects, he was far from Lann.

And as the transformation surgery on Lann continued to progress in the future, this gap would only widen.

The strongest strongman in the Seven Kingdoms, with his final burst of power in painful fury, was forcibly unbound by Lann.

And with the Demon Hunter's left hand, he gently pressed on the close barrel helmet.

Gregor suddenly sensed something ominous, this feeling of danger even brought him back to his senses amidst the painful fury.

But it was already late.

Lann's thin lips slightly parted, uttering a single word.

"[Igni]."

Immediately, under the terrified, frenzied eyes inside the helmet.

First, the air was distorted by heat, then substantial flames directly poured through the observation slit of the helmet!

"Ah! Ahhhhh!"

Fierce screams echoed through the night on the King's Road, it was hard to imagine that someone of Gregor Clegane's stature would produce such a sharp, miserable cry.

The black iron-armored giant first struggled frantically, trying to break free from the flames. But the hand he had sent to Lann earlier made him completely unable to move.

After more than ten seconds, the towering figure "thudded" to its knees, exhausted.

Now, Lann was taller than him.

When Lann put away the magic seal, the barrel helmet forged from black iron had even been heated to the point of glowing red.

Releasing the already unresponsive limb, the gigantic body fell to the ground, splattering a mixture of bloody mud.

Lann scanned around, wherever his gaze traversed, the battles involuntarily halted.

Gregor's subordinates relied on their commander's ferocity to act domineeringly, so they were more aware than others of how powerless they were against someone who could burn [Demon Mountain] alive.

"Run... run!"

Gregor had brought over twenty people to intercept, now scattering and fleeing, only six or seven remained.

Lann did not pursue them, nor did he let the two cavalrymen who still had combat ability chase.

They suffered quite a loss on their side too. Five cavalrymen were dead, two others were killed, and another had half a hand chopped off.

Edd had killed three people in the infantry battle, but he had also taken a hit on his arm and was now bleeding.

Compared to Lann's slight shortness of breath due to the lull in magic power, this was a normal loss in a large-scale sword fight for ordinary people.