Quit being a knight and become a mercenary

49 – Burn the enemy’s supply first (5)

I swung my hand wearing a gauntlet made of mithril and steel with all my might, and the hit man’s head hung down.

“Ugh.”

After screaming, he stumbled for a while.

At this point, two thoughts passed through my head.

Should I take advantage of this gap and immediately stab him in the gap between his helmet and breastplate, or strike him with his arms and legs a few more times to break his posture.

There was no doubt that both would be excellent means to achieve the goal of killing the LeBlanc right in front of you, but…

‘Even that bastard who changes his status has already rolled hundreds of times in actual combat. There won’t be a second chance… Then?’

In terms of time, when just one second had passed, LeBlanc showed his health by restoring his stance as if he had come to his senses.

“Such a cowardly and lowly mercenary bastard. Where did you learn such cowardly tricks!”

He shouted loudly and pointed the sword in his hand at me, and when he was about to continue the battle, I instantly concentrated my aura on both legs and jumped toward him.

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LeBlanc probably didn’t think of this, and even though I tried to knock him down by grabbing him by the waist, he couldn’t cope properly.

‘I knew I would be weak in a street fight like this. As expected.’

The corners of my mouth went up to my ears.

But it’s still too early to let your guard down or be satisfied.

Then I pushed with all my strength and weight and pinned LeBlanc’s back to the ground.

“Ugh! Such a f*ck…”

The impaled LeBlanc groaned, and his body, which was in great shock, was powerless.

I didn’t miss this moment, and I kicked his sword as far as possible with my left foot while pressing hard on his arm with both of my knees.

“f*ck, you can’t move, can you? Will you surrender? Then I’ll kill you with ease.”

“Don’t be fooled! This guy!”

LeBlanc circulated the aura through his body, straining his back, legs, and arms to somehow lift me off of him.

Damn it, underneath me is a grown human man, and it’s like taking down a big bear.

“I admit your skill and cowardice in pushing me this far, but the winner will be me, LeBlanc! And I will avenge this disgrace by killing all of you mercenaries.”

Because his face was covered by the helmet, I couldn’t see his eyes and expression… But he was grinding his teeth so hard that I could hear it clearly.

It’s difficult to stab him in the neck with the sword I’m holding, so I held the dagger in my right hand.

Then it aimed for his nape and took a straight shot, but LeBlanc moved his neck and somehow avoided his fatal wound.

However, as his throat was pierced, blood spurted out and soaked my armor.

‘The name of a high-ranking knight is worth it. I don’t die dirty, damn it.’

“How dare a lowly man try to kill me! You lowly f*cking bastard!”

Then he focused his aura on his right arm and pulled it out from under my leg.

I quickly stabbed the sword with the thought that I would definitely kill him this time, but…

“Martin Mayer!”

As he shouted my name, he grabbed my sword with his glove.

LeBlanc ignored the blade digging into his fingers and the inside of his palm, while he fiercely resisted.

To the point where I wondered if I might be pushed out like this at the moment.

‘If I get pushed here, I will die this time.’

With a desperate feeling that if I couldn’t kill that bastard this time, I would die, I circulated the aura all over my body, grabbed the sword with both of his hands, and put the weight of my whole body on it to slowly pressurize him.

“Don’t think that a lowly mercenary would dare to kill me!”

I laughed at his bravado, even though he was standing at the crossroads of life and death.

“To that lowly bastard, your head is flying today. Die!”

The me trying to stab him with the blade and the guy blocking the blade with my hand continued for 5 minutes. At some point, I felt the strength draining from the guy who had shed a lot of blood.

Without missing the moment, I stabbed the dagger into his throat.

I’ve killed dozens or more than a hundred people so far, and I thought I’d gotten used to the feeling of killing people by now.

Is it because I also went back and forth at the crossroads of life and death, not knowing when I might die?

I could clearly feel the blade piercing my flesh and muscles through my hands, probably because I had worked hard like a dog to kill him.

Old Marcel insulted me even as he was dying.

“How dare such a cowardly and lowly mercenary bastard…”

As a winner, I opened the face shield of my helmet and twitched the corner of his right mouth.

“I should have won if I didn’t want my belly twisted and unfair. Since I lost to a lowly man and went to the afterlife, my heart will rot on the way.”

Then he immediately cut off his head and proudly boasted.

“Whitebeard mercenary platoon leader Martin Mayer cut off the head of senior knight Marcel LeBlanc!”

Before I shouted those words, I felt like I was going to be exhausted from the one-on-one battle where I had just risked my life.

Is it because it is a world where a system that gradually rises when a strong enemy is acquired is applied.

Or was it that the adrenaline exploded with excitement while subjugating the strong man who was above me?

‘My body is rather full of energy than before I started a full-scale battle.’

The guys in my platoon were shouting something when they heard that I had cut off his head, but rather than reacting to the sound, I wanted to test my newly rising power right now.

I gripped the sword tightly and circulated the aura throughout my body as before.

The method itself was the same as before, but the strength and vitality entering the body seem to have gone up a notch compared to before.

“Martin Platoon, we are going to support Captain Dalton!”

As I said that, I started cutting at the guys who stood in my way.

The cut was cleaner than before killing LeBlanc, and the feel of the hand when cutting the enemy’s neck or vital points was much smoother.

‘My skills have improved.’

The feeling of being stronger than before when you cut an enemy with a sword.

I wasn’t having s*x or drinking, but this sense of accomplishment that I’m feeling right now excites me.

“Damn it, this is why I hit the knight.”

Then I kicked back the mace that was swinging at me, then turned to the right with that momentum and slashed the guy’s head.

What’s different from before is that the momentum of my sword doesn’t break at all, even in continuous battles.

That’s how I cut the throats of three of the guys who were trying to kill me with a series of rotational slashes that you would only see in games.

If it weren’t for a world where the concept of aura existed, even a master swordsman would get the sword caught in the neck bone of the person who cut him, and he would be anxious to make a proper cut even once.

Now I was able to move close to this feat thanks to the manifestation of the aura that Martin Mayer has accumulated through long-term knight training and the manifestation of an aura that uses his swordsmanship explosively.

The guys in the platoon following me exclaimed in admiration when they saw me like this.

“Platoon commander, what the f*ck. How can you cut off a person’s head like a piece of paper like that?”

“As expected, there is a reason why they are called mad dogs. Your skills are very crazy. After cutting a high-ranking knight, instead of falling exhausted, he just flies around.”

“Can’t we just chase after the platoon leader’s tail? With evil and bullying, we push too!”

My shoulders go up by themselves at the compliments from my sincere subordinates.

Now I’ll have to lead by example and set an example so they can’t help but continue to respect me, right?

I made up my mind like that, but this time, scavengers who seemed to be enemy knights or soldiers came running towards me in groups with weapons.

“Die! Martin Mayer! The enemy of LeBlanc’s senior knight!”

“Let’s take your head off and sell me, let’s change it!”

In the days when I was dealing with Count Salzheim, I would have been nervous about the fact that the ‘knight’ was approaching…

‘Now I’m not afraid of such a poor low-ranking knight.’

But no matter what kind of enemies you deal with, the most important thing is to kill the weakest first…

I raised my sword and cut off the one wearing quilted armor in front of me.

With the idea of slicing the torso with Aura and power.

Then, his waist was cut in half with the entire quilted armor.

Feeling a blow aimed at my head from behind, I spun around to the right and slit his throat.

As I cut down one by one, only one low-ranking knight was left in front of me.

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The low-ranking knight gave his name grandiosely, gathered his aura, and ran to me.

“Rainwood 1 Meal, Blue Dragon!”

I like him when he uses his secret skill and makes a frontal stab attack.

After moving his body half a step to the left, I stabbed him in the neck with the same stab.

Rainwood The knight who shouted Type 1 immediately became a skewer stuck in my sword.

And after a while, the sound of Captain Dalton shouting triumphantly in a very loud voice rang out.

“Dalton, the whitebeard mercenary, has captured Baron Garson! We won!!! Damn, these supplies are all ours!”

As soon as I heard that, the very nice word ‘Ginpai’ passed through my head.