“Clang!”
Just as the Fourth Circle masked man's sword was about to strike the fierce mercenary, another longsword appeared, blocking his blade.
Tyr twisted his wrist, redirecting the blade, and immediately slashed toward the Fourth Circle masked man's fingers.
The masked man hastily retreated, dodging Tyr's strike.
“Leave him to me. Go deal with the others,” Tyr said calmly. Stamping his foot, he charged toward the Fourth Circle opponent with his sword raised.
Facing a Fourth Circle enemy, Tyr was in no rush to use Baina to kill him instantly.
He wanted to test where his strength stood among Fourth Circle combatants without relying on martial arts like Baina.
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
Tyr and the Fourth Circle masked man clashed repeatedly, their longswords colliding with crisp, metallic rings.
For about the first five moves, the Fourth Circle masked man could still barely parry Tyr's offensive.
By the time they reached the fifth exchange, Tyr had already seen through all of his opponent's attack patterns.
This was the power of the Innate Sword Pupils. With just a few exchanges, Tyr had already thoroughly understood his opponent's foundation.
After the fifth move, the Fourth Circle masked man found himself completely unable to keep up with Tyr's sword momentum.
By the eighth move, the longsword in the Fourth Circle masked man's hand was flicked away by Tyr's blade.
The Fourth Circle masked man still wanted to resist, but Tyr's blade was already resting against his neck.
“Are you sure you want to protect that mother and son? They have offended someone they shouldn't have. If you help them, you won't escape that lord's pursuit either.”
Seeing that he was completely outmatched in combat, the Fourth Circle masked man attempted to use threats to force Tyr to back down.
“You are a mercenary too, right? Offending a great noble will do you no good.”
Although the Fourth Circle masked man did not specify who the noble was, a great noble who could deploy a Fourth Circle expert would at least be a Count.
“Why are you trying to ambush and kill William and his mother?”
Tyr ignored the threat in the Fourth Circle masked man's words. He was currently more interested in the reason they were trying to ambush and kill William and his mother.
William's family were currently just commoners, and most of their industries had been stripped away.
Based on their previous conversation, the only thing their family could still show for themselves was this single caravan.
To put it bluntly, given the current state of William's family, they simply did not qualify to be targeted by a Fourth Circle transcendent leading a squad of quite capable transcendents.
Moreover, the fierce mercenary wasn't the only one who had discerned the identity of this group; Tyr had long seen through them. These people were bound to be well-trained knights.
“This isn't something a mere mercenary like you should ask. Curiosity killed the cat. If you don't want to die, leave right now, and I can forgive your insolence.
“Otherwise, whether it is you, your parents, family, relatives, or friends, you will all die a horrible death.”
Despite his life hanging by a thread, the Fourth Circle masked man's imposing manner did not weaken in the slightest, his tone filled with contempt.
He firmly believed that after learning he was affiliated with nobility, a mere mercenary would not dare to do anything to him.
In the stereotype held by everyone in this world, commoners were only fit to swallow their anger and be exploited by the nobility.
“My name is Tyr Callis. If the lord behind you can still find out that I killed you after your entire force is wiped out, then tell him to come find me at House Callis.”
Tyr flicked his wrist, and the sharp blade swept across. The Fourth Circle masked man felt only a sudden sting, followed by a spray of blood.
“Oh, right. If you're talking about parents and relatives, you can go check the Marquisate of Lanier, the Grand Duke Callis's domain, or perhaps over by the Holy City,” Tyr spoke as he looked down at the collapsed Fourth Circle masked man.
The Fourth Circle masked man clutched his neck tightly with both hands. However, compared to the fear of death, what horrified him even more was Tyr's identity.
Callis. As long as one was a noble in the empire, there was no one who did not know this surname.
The Sword Family, the enforcers of the empire.
Because many nobles had fallen under the swords of House Callis, many nobles even privately referred to House Callis as the Dark Family.
After all, to them, nobility was the embodiment of glory; how could they be subjected to blades? Therefore, House Callis was indeed dark and evil.
He had just threatened Tyr's family and friends, but now he had to pray for his own.
Being targeted by House Callis was absolutely the most terrifying thing for any noble.
It was no different from a commoner seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
After dealing with the Fourth Circle masked man, Tyr looked toward the mercenaries' battlefield.
Even without the suppression of the Fourth Circle masked man, the mercenaries were still at an absolute disadvantage.
Coming from self-taught backgrounds, they simply could not compare to knights who had undergone formal training.
“Whoosh~”
Suddenly, the mercenaries, who were desperately resisting the masked men's attacks, felt a gentle breeze sweep past. Immediately after, the constantly attacking masked men abruptly froze.
Then, before their bewildered eyes, these masked men collapsed to the ground with heavy thuds.
“This...”
The five remaining Silver mercenaries stood dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.
“Shring~”
The sound of a longsword being sheathed rang out. The mercenaries subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Tyr sliding his longsword back into its scabbard.
In an instant, without any communication, all the mercenaries reached the same consensus.
These masked men, who had been fiercely attacking just moments ago, had been killed by this youth.
They turned their heads to look at where the Fourth Circle masked man had been, their fingers gripping their swords stiffening involuntarily.
Facing a Fourth Circle masked man, his battle had actually ended even sooner than theirs.
This youth's realm was not the Third Circle at all, but the Fourth Circle—and an outstanding one at that.
Gold mercenary.
In the Mercenary Guild, only Gold mercenaries possessed Fourth Circle strength.
“Tyr, are you alright?”
With the battle outside over, William jumped down from the carriage and ran to Tyr.
“I'm fine. The opponent's strength wasn't anything special,” Tyr spoke the truth, but when those words fell upon the ears of the five Silver mercenaries, their hearts twitched violently.
Ever since the clash began, they had been completely suppressed and beaten by these masked men.
If such strength was evaluated as nothing special, then didn't that make them complete trash?
Tyr squatted down and removed the black veil from the Fourth Circle masked man's face, revealing a rugged countenance.
“Do you know this person?” Tyr stood up and asked William. The target of these masked men was extremely clear—William and his mother in the caravan. This was definitely premeditated.
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