Virgin Knight Who Is the Frontier Lord in the Gender Switched World - Chapter 221

The sound of clashing swords resonates.

Within the cathedral, numerous superhumans are likely raising a clamor of slaughter.

The moans of the dying, the crumbling corpses of the fallen superhumans.

Even from afar, Raikuya, a superhuman herself, can hear it all.

Yet, no matter how much they struggle, neither party will reach this place.

The Mongolian superhumans probably think that sending me, Raikuya, alone would secure their victory.

And the other side…

The assassins of Parusa and the so-called “Knights of the Frenzied Boar” under Temerel are also convinced that they cannot defeat Lord Polydoro, who stands before me.

They probably think it’s foolish for me to charge in by myself, even if I do so bravely.

Thus, no one is even considering reaching the door where the so-called heresy inquiry is taking place.

Each side believes in the ultimate strength of their respective superhuman.

“Well then…”

I shift my gaze to the man before me—Faust von Polydoro.

Back home, I’ve killed many.

In the land of Fehron, I’ve killed numerous superhumans.

The number exceeds a hundred.

There were a few male superhumans among them, though only a handful.

Fragile beings that didn’t make me want their seed—and of course, I killed them.

But the man before me is on a different level.

“I’m looking forward to this.”

The words slipped out, that was all.

For me, Raikuya, everything other than combat is outside the scope of interest.

Once, there was a dynasty called Fehron, now ruled by Mongolia.

Such history is worthless to me.

The country holds no value.

What’s necessary is fuel to satiate hunger.

Based on my insatiable desires, the achievement of martial prowess is everything.

Yet, I still feel unsatisfied. Reaching the pinnacle of martial arts is all that matters to me.

For that, I must battle many superhumans.

Whatever Seora, the leader of the superhuman brigade, is thinking, I have no interest in.

“I’m really looking forward to this.”

The words slipped out again.

This time, Faust must have heard them.

He doesn’t look puzzled.

Nor does he look displeased.

He just smiles, amused.

What a good man.

To think I’m about to kill such a fine man.

I felt like a wicked woman.

But it’s a mission, after all, so it can’t be helped.

Next, I must retrieve Seora, who’s inside the door ahead.

Whether Seora perishes or spouts delusions of making a better country, I couldn’t care less.

But since they feed me, I guess it’s inevitable.

Eating is important.

Really important.

Even if you have silver or gold, even if you can adorn yourself splendidly,

If you can’t eat anymore, it’s meaningless.

In that sense, the Fehron dynasty was the worst.

Ravaged by war, with gold but hardly a place to buy food.

Surviving on captured birds and beasts, and yet, a few dozen miles ahead, dozens of starving people would be lying dead by the roadside.

All the wealth concentrated in the capital, with no one caring about the provinces unless they could extract taxes.

That’s it.

The fall of the Fehron dynasty was due to the Mongols.

—Not that the Fehron dynasty was particularly great.

So, in many ways, it all seemed utterly insignificant to me.

Seora’s fervent desire to create a far better country.

Even the vengeance of Yue, who once trained with me as a master, and everything else didn’t matter.

I refrained from killing him out of a sense of duty as fellow disciples—but well, he won’t be using a bow anytime soon.

Lord Polydoro and I are often compared.

Both of us are tall, with bodies as formidable as tigers or bears.

If teeth were bared, flesh would be torn, and no ordinary body could ever return to its original form.

This was a fight between the cream of the superhuman crop.

—Therefore, it was time to discard all the needless background and thoughts.

“Shall we begin, Faust?”

I called out to him.

“Bring it on.”

Faust responded.

Wasn’t that enough?

The beginning of the conflict is marked by a loud whooshing sound.

Swish—I spun around, spreading the large sleeves of my Taoist robe, releasing a silver beam of light from within.

It was a concealed weapon.

Silver needles shaped like nails used for bloodletting.

Lord Polydoro couldn’t avoid them.

But…

“It’s futile.”

Faust wore fluted armor, provided by his lord Anastasia, protected by strong magic.

The silver needles couldn’t penetrate, as expected.

Faust, puzzled as to their intent, even tilted his head.

Knowing all this, I launched them anyway.

Laughing with my Fehron-specific silver hair fluttering.

He shouldn’t have caught them.

“Faust von Polydoro, it seems you are unaware of the essence of martial arts.”

The silver needles were caught by the armor.

Yet—marked by a pained expression as if he’d been pierced by a needle, Lord Polydoro squatted down.

As if a needle had indeed pierced his insides.

—What happened? As if to ask that.

“Even if you wear armor, it won’t necessarily prevent the impact from reaching inside.”

I moved again, the long robe of my Taoist attire fluttering, creating another whooshing sound.

This time it wasn’t a throw.

I took four steps forward, clenching my fist like a hammer, and struck directly at Lord Polydoro’s armor as he barely managed to rise.

The sharp punch pierced into his right side, making a sound like metal being struck by a hammer.

“It’s penetrating force. Didn’t Yue teach you anything?”

I mentioned the name of a former peer.

Faust, unable to endure the impact, twisted his body.

He even vomited slightly.

Blood was mixed in.

Yet, he still hadn’t dropped the greatsword passed down through his ancestors.

Very well.

“Indeed.”

I nodded once and approached Faust.

Suddenly, his left hand shot out.

He grabbed me by the collar.

“Let’s admit it—you’re durable. But that’s all there is to it.”

Using the strength of his back muscles, Faust pulled me close, making a gesture as if he was about to throw something.

I chuckled again.

I spun around while still grasped by the collar, intertwining all my weight.

In a reversal move, I slammed Polydoro to the ground.

Isn’t this one-sided?

This is disappointing, Polydoro.

“Perhaps it’s time to take that troublesome sword from you.”

I delivered a powerful kick—one with all my might.

A cracking sound came from Polydoro’s right hand.

It was the sound of his pinky bone breaking.

A groan of agony escaped him, and he dropped the sword.

“…”

Something felt off.

Faust, as far as I could sense, was undoubtedly a strong opponent.

Yet, he was being overwhelmingly dominated by me.

Did he lack combat experience?

While I do use concealed weapons on occasion, it seemed he was unfamiliar with unarmed, armor-less combat.

But that doesn’t mean I would go easy on him.

From between Faust’s teeth, I could hear the sound of gritting as he exerted force.

Here it comes.

As Faust moved forward, I did the same.

The distance between us closed quickly, bringing us into close quarters.

“Here.”

Faust’s right kick came at me with tremendous speed, aiming for my torso.

I concentrated my power and parried the kick with both hands.

Faust, however, didn’t stop advancing.

As his kicking leg retracted, he immediately launched a spinning kick.

This, too, came with tremendous force, but I parried it with the palms of my hands.

It’s good to be strong, but you won’t win against me if you haven’t mastered chi-kung, Faust.

I smirked at the corner of my mouth.

“…”

Faust looked genuinely surprised, his attacks with both feet being denied.

Indeed, with such strength, he might not have experienced defeat before.

If he punches with full force, a human’s head could burst like a pomegranate.

If he kicks with all his strength, anyone trying to defend with both hands would have their bones shattered, and their organs would rupture.

But alas.

He seems to lack technique.

To me, who is nearing the pinnacle of martial arts, Faust’s movements seem sluggish.

While strength is important, it seemed he relied too much on swordsmanship and neglected training in hand-to-hand combat.

Breaking his pinky to make him drop the sword had been too easy.

I thought this fight wouldn’t be enjoyable—but then…

Faust, with his broken pinky still, formed a fist and lunged at me with a punch.

If he couldn’t break my defense with his legs, it was foolish to try with a weakened fist.

I circulated chi-kung within my body, ready to crush his fist upon impact.

—Suddenly, I changed my mind and decided to dodge.

It was a warrior’s intuition.

I barely dodged, and only the hem of my Taoist robe was grazed and torn.

“…”

While dodging, I glanced at Faust’s right fist.

I had indeed broken his pinky.

Yet, it wasn’t swollen or purple, and his fist seemed as forceful as if it had never been broken.

—Did the bone heal?

In this brief moment?

“…”

Faust said nothing, only staring at me.

“The pinky was broken, wasn’t it?” I asked, confirming the fact.

“It healed,” Faust simply muttered.

Suddenly, this man seemed eerie.

If this was truly the case, then he was a prodigy. And if there was any chance of defeating me, Raikuya, it would not be through accumulating damage, but by tearing off limbs or delivering a fatal blow in a single strike.

There were no other options.