Chapter Twenty-Two: The Stage

  The power of chivalry is beyond doubt.

  Especially some geniuses, are even more astonishing!

  Of course, people who are generally referred to as 'geniuses' only appear among the nobility or royalty - emphasizing the theory of bloodlines is not without reason.

  After all, the stronger the bloodline is combined, the easier it is to produce 'geniuses', which is a recognized fact, just like that King of Xiti.

  At six years old, he awakened on his own and didn't need something like a 'Knight's Baptism' at all!

  This was being discussed in all the kingdoms and principalities of Goetz at the time, and people were also emulating it - everyone knew that the mother of King Xiti was his own aunt.

  The result of consanguineous marriage is naturally self-evident, with only a few successes and countless failures; even successful ones are in the spotlight, shining brightly, but failed ones are dying in obscurity - whether it's nobility or royalty, they attach great importance to their reputation, and they cannot let such disgraced bloodlines appear.

  But these were not Dean's concerns.

  He knew that since he had made his choice, he would face such enemies in the days to come, and even King Xiti would become his opponent. However, for now, he only needed to face a knight who was not so talented or outstanding.

  Whoosh!

  The arrow, which had been building up its strength, was triggered by Dean's trigger and shot out with a strong whistling sound, carrying layers of snowflakes, and flew straight to the face of the commander of the Feichalun Knights.

  "Cheers!"

  A loud shout burst from Bo's mouth, his arm grasping the long sword visibly bulged, making his already sturdy body even more robust. The long sword swung out not only with increased strength but also brought a whistling wind sound, its speed accelerating further.

  Sword blade collides with arrowhead——

  Ding!

  A crisp and clear sound suddenly echoed through the forest!

  The arrow shot from the crossbow, which could penetrate two layers of cowhide armor made from boiled leather, was chopped off by a single sword.

  Potts fell from mid-air to the ground, his figure swaying slightly before stabilizing his footsteps - undoubtedly, this commander of the Fochalun Knights had chopped off the crossbow arrow in mid-air, but the momentum of the jump was also blocked; moreover, chopping off the crossbow arrow in mid-air had an impact on this commander of the Fochalun Knights.

  After all, the ability of "Power Burst" is not valued by the true nobles and royal families mainly because the burst time is too short, and there are also aftereffects - depending on the individual's physical quality, there will be a period of weakness that varies in length.

  And as the user, Pochi naturally understood that. So, after stabilizing his figure, he prepared to jump again and grab down that hateful little noble - 'Break your limbs and hang them in the snowy forest to freeze!' This sentence was not just said by Pochi.

  But just as Potts was about to jump up, before he had even jumped up, a fierce beast's roar suddenly rang out.

  Roar!

  A huge white figure emerged from the dense forest.

  "Polar bear!"

  Bo's eyes widened as he let out a startled cry when he saw the figure.

  It is well known that in the four northern counties of the Jade Kingdom, Wobang County borders the snowy forest.

  But in fact, the only one that is really close to Snowy Woods is Thiel, Wobang County. The remaining four territories are almost a hundred kilometers away from Snowy Woods if measured by map standards; as for the actual distance? That's even farther.

  Therefore, for the familiarity of Snowy Forest, people from Thir are the most familiar in the entire Emerald Kingdom; because, adjacent to the Snowy Forest, all livelihoods of Thir's people are found within the Snowy Forest; thus, hunters and loggers have become the true occupations of Thir's people.

  Are you talking about planting?

  In the Thirl region, where winter lasts for more than six months a year, large-scale farming is simply unrealistic, and only some frost-resistant crops are grown on a small part of the land belonging to Baron Thirl.

  However, Thirlmere has only one baron.

  The remaining Thirr people make their living in the Snowy Forest - precisely because of this, every Thirr person knows the terror of the Snowy Forest, where snow wolves, barbarians, bandits and fugitives are constantly lurking. As a result, when Thirr people enter the forest to hunt or chop wood, they must do so in groups; if they go alone, it's almost as good as looking for death.

  However, compared to the aforementioned terrifying existences, there is another existence that makes all the people of Tiel feel fear.

  That is - Snow Bear.

  Having white fur, its body length exceeds fourteen feet, and its weight is enough to be the sum of several war horses!

  And with such a massive body, comes an unparalleled strength, those paws that are comparable to a knight's round shield, the power on them is enough to make even a true knight pale in comparison - simply put, even a true knight cannot compare to the brute force of a Snow Bear.

  The knights who once wanted to change this rumor all left in dejection.

  After a full-body fracture and muscle breakage, even after treatment, a knight's career would have to come to an end.

  So, the commander of the Fecharl Knights, Lord Poch, who possessed true knightly strength, would only subconsciously let out a cry of surprise when faced with that rushing snow bear.

  Although not a native of Tiel, Potts from the other county of Woolong - Rouru naturally understood the horror of the Snow Bear.

  Although this Mr. Potts has a convincingly honest face, he will absolutely not rise to the challenge when faced with danger.

  Escaping... or retreating, in the eyes of this Potz Chamberlain, is the most correct choice at this time.

  But Dean in the tree won't let things go this way.

  Whoosh!

  Bang!

  Bo just made a move, and an arrow appeared at his feet. The two arrows that followed closely afterwards made him lose the best opportunity to escape.

  "Dean!!"

  Looking at the polar bear that had exposed its massive body, Pots' shout at this time was like the cold wind blowing over the extreme north, not only icy and piercing to the bone, but also carrying a ferociousness that could snatch away life.

  "I am here, Your Excellency!"

  Compared to Pots' icy and brutal roar, Dean's response was passionate at this moment. His voice was soft as he said: "Aren't you satisfied with the final stage I arranged for you? Dying in a duel with Snow Bear isn't shameful for a knight, even if your corpse will be left mangled and eaten. But I'll definitely bring back your story to the Ficharen Knights! Are you...the arrogant Pots or the foolish Pots? Which title suits you better?"

  A gentle voice, increasingly vicious, caused Pots to breathe rapidly again due to anger.

  "It's not necessarily me who will die!"

  Facing the relentless polar bears, Pochi slowly backed away, even his retorts starting to lose their force.

  "Really? The result won't take too long, I believe we both have such patience!"

  Dean smiled and once again drew his bow, taking aim at Potts. However, he didn't fire right away - just as Dean had said, he had patience.

  However, Pochi didn't have the chance to do so. After catching a glimpse of Dean's movement out of the corner of his eye, this commander of the Fichsner Knights lost all his previous haughty demeanor and even yelled without any elegance: "Dean, you can't do that! I was only forced by that person to intervene in your dispute, and..."

  It was clear by now that Pots could no longer regard Dean as just an ordinary little noble!

  An ordinary little nobleman, how could he possibly achieve such things?

  Undoubtedly, he was used as a gun and intervened in the vortex of conspiracy that he could not imagine at all. Even now, he did not dare to confirm whether there were other people lurking in the surrounding dense forest.

  As for why I think this way?

  That's because Pots doesn't believe at all that everything in front of him was done by this little nobleman alone!

  If it's really like that...

  It's really too frightening!

  Almost instinctively, Pots trembled and continued to shout: "And I am the commander of the Fichalun Knights, I am a knight..."

  "Knight? Are you a knight?"

  Without waiting for Pots to finish, Dean cut him off directly. At this time, Dean still had a smile on his face, but that smile was full of icy coldness. "A knight who slaughters civilians and plunders merchants? It's really too ridiculous! Pots, I hate many people, and there are many people I'd love to kill quickly, but... I believe among these people, you're the one who makes me want to vomit the most!"

  Taking a deep breath, Dean said word by word: "As for the deputy commander of the Central Knights? Don't worry! He's just as doomed to die as you are!"

  Buzz!

  Whoosh!

  The words fell, the bowstring relaxed, and the arrow shot down.

  PS: I've recommended over 2000 already~~~ Today's update is a bit depressing~~~ Today's third update, this is the first one to say~~~