The wu feng sword in Ryan's hand was covered in cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.
There were no sword shadows in his eyes, only streaks of Wind.
The Claymore trainers' faces were distorted, sweat pouring like syrup, as they pressed forward one by one.
Ryan's feet stepped up, he was not on the ground, but on the bodies of those he had kicked away.
Bones fractured, greatswords flew.
The sound of Wind was in his ears, his breath was in his ears, and the drumming hearts and screams of his enemies were in his ears.
Under bullet time,
Every seemingly perilous dodge in others' eyes was a confident attack for him.
The world moved slowly, while he ran quickly.
Discarding danger, seizing victory.
This battle was exhilarating.
Acting Grand Master Jean used the power of Wind Elemental to quickly arrive at the Training Field with Lisa.
But just as she was about to leap down and separate everyone, Lisa held her back.
"Wait, Acting Grand Master Jean!"
"Since it has developed to this point, why not wait until their battle ends?"
"Let me see this Little Cutie, and those not-so-cute trainers."
"Noelle's joy in helping can't outweigh her body's fatigue."
"Mondstadt's atmosphere should have been rectified a long time ago, at least the Knights of Favonius should lead by example!"
The intelligent Lisa easily deduced the fuse of the conflict based on the previous report.
She just didn't expect the two groups to play such a big game.
"Acting Grand Master Jean, you should also change your foolish method of making Noelle constantly work to prevent her from being in danger."
"Since Little Cutie wants to try, let him spend more time with Noelle and see if he can gain anything!"
"Although he hurt people, he had a good sense of proportion in his actions."
"Minor injuries like these, in conflicts with monsters, there won't be such an opportunity to use one battle to surpass ten years of training and realize oneself!"
Acting Grand Master Jean's expression was anxious: "No!"
"The people of Mondstadt are all watching, Ryan's actions will completely alienate him from Mondstadt's friendliness!"
"No!" Lisa said, "If you stop him now, you will make Little Cutie difficult! When he wins, he will only gain adoration and legend!"
"Acting Grand Master Jean, if you are worried, go notify the Priest and Priestess of the Cathedral to clean up!"
"We two must not appear and increase the seriousness of the matter!"
Acting Grand Master Jean's steps halted, and she stood with Lisa in an unoccupied corner.
The Knights of Favonius received orders, quickly sending a message, requesting the Priest with Vision from Favonius Cathedral to hurry over.
In the shadows.
Rosaria, with purple-red hair, a large white Slime, and a face like a zombie, wearing fishnet stockings, appeared and disappeared like a ghost, looking at Acting Grand Master Jean and Lisa over there, and Ryan in battle.
"Tsk! Another troublesome person! Next time, the night patrol duty must be increased!"
"It must be completed during working hours!"
Rosaria, with dark circles under his eyes, held a refreshing pipe and exhaled smoke.
That night,
Who knows how many people were alarmed, how many people watched silently from afar.
Venti, smelling of alcohol, lay on the rooftop, strumming a wooden lyre.
"The foreign Wind has already blown into Mondstadt, the newly awakened people, look at the sword light, look! Look! What kind of poem will that tiny Mortal forge again?"
"Wine...hiccup...delicious!"
Angel's Share.
Not far from the Training Field at the side gate.
Diluc took a glass of non-alcoholic grape juice, sat at the counter, and gently tapped the table.
Charles, the bartender, wiped the wine glasses with a soft cloth, looking at the deserted tavern because all the Adventurer who had been drinking had run out to watch the excitement.
"Sir, in a good mood?"
He seemed to have seen Sir smile just now.
"Hmm!" Diluc tasted the sweet and sour grape juice and said, "You know our new wine connoisseur, right?"
"I know!" Charles, the bartender, recalled and smiled, "He even applied for a job once and told me half a story!"
"Oh! Half a story?" Diluc was slightly curious.
"In the future, when Ryan comes, if he drinks, the first glass he orders will be given to him for free!"
He casually issued a gift that countless Adventurer yearned for.
Charles, the bartender's hand paused slightly while wiping the glass: "Sir, aren't you dissatisfied because he entered Knights of Favonius for training?"
Diluc looked out the tavern door: "I hate the Knights of Favonius, but I don't interfere with his joining; everyone has their own choices."
"He has no will to protect Mondstadt and will eventually leave."
"I admire his courage to challenge the Knights of Favonius; a decaying Mondstadt has met fresh blood, and rotten pus will flow out."
"I am very much looking forward to how Acting Grand Master Jean and the Cathedral will deal with this lawless person."
Under the flickering lights,
Shadows intertwined.
One by one, the Claymore trainers fell.
The gentle breeze of the grassland grew stronger, and the strong wind of the canyon grew weaker.
Finally, it was like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, irresistible.
Ryan knelt on one knee, leaning on the wu feng sword, which was covered in cracks and dark red like a spiderweb of blood vessels.
Excessive slashing and movement led to torn muscles, exhaustion, and soreness throughout his body.
His Vision was a bit blurry, his mind was fatigued, and his head was dizzy.
He slowly stood up, looked around, and saw only wails.
He looked at the Noble Eldest Son he had saved for last, ignoring the other party's terrified expression, took a step forward, and kicked and broke the other party's leg bone.
"Ah--!"
Another person was added to the group, screaming while clutching his leg, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, Ryan was covered in blood, breathing heavily, pointing his sword at the Noble Eldest Son.
"Don't worry, my sword is fast!"
The sword body swung, still so steady and swift, accurate and agile, no sword shadow could be seen.
"I surrender!"
The Noble Eldest Son had just finished speaking when the sword was already retracted.
"Don't move!" Ryan knew that healing in this world was superb, so he showed no mercy.
If he said he would stab you thirty-six times, it would be thirty-six times.
The Noble Eldest Son was slightly bewildered, the pain in his leg made him instinctively tremble.
The originally intact skin instantly cracked open, and thirty-six blood holes gushed.
Arms, thighs, abdomen, chest... blood soaked through.
The screams made the red Swirl even larger.
Anger, humiliation.
And, an unspeakable jealousy.
The Noble Eldest Son's face was flushed with pain, after all, he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.
When had he ever been looked down upon from such a height, while he himself was crying and wailing miserably at his feet?
His hand reached into his clothes.
There was a small yellow flower with leaves wrapped in black cloth.
He held the three-star Adventurer's Flower.
A two-star artifact was extracted from his body.
The Flower of Life Bloom with light,
The bleeding suddenly stopped, vigorous vitality gushed forth, and a blue light erupted.
Life extension! Blood generation!
Although artifacts cannot heal wounds, strong vitality will naturally accelerate the healing speed.
The power of the other four two-star artifacts resonate, and green light flowed like a waterfall.
Ryan looked at the swaying blue light on the other party's body.
This was the light of an artifact whose will had not been subdued.
"You're standing up! The outcome is not yet decided, I haven't declared victory, you violated the contract and used the power of an artifact!" Ryan said, his blade rising again.
"Everyone! Use your artifacts!"
"The contract is over!" the Noble Eldest Son roared.
Stumbling, he raised his training greatsword, the power of the artifact flowed, and the sword wind sharply tore through the air.