I can evolve everything

Baron looked at Ryan without saying anything more, or rather, in his logic, since the execution had been interrupted and there was no way to carry it out now, the first thing to do was to deal with the interferer.

His breathing rhythm suddenly changed.

It was a deep, rhythmic one, like the earth's veins breathing, with each breath causing a violent expansion of the chest cavity.

breathe--

As the rhythm played, white steam began to escape from the gaps in his tattered plate armor.

His already tall body seemed to have swelled even more, and the skin on his exposed neck instantly became congested with blood and turned purple, with veins bulging.

That's the sign that the knight is using breathing techniques.

A wave of heat emanated from Barron and spread outwards, causing the candlelight in the study to flicker wildly in the heat.

"Although according to the law I shouldn't kill innocent people," Baron tilted his head, his iron mask looking particularly menacing in the shadows, "but if you insist on obstructing the law... then you'll be considered accomplices."

"Die."

The moment the last two words were uttered, Baron disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear, it just happened too fast.

Even though he was wearing heavy plate armor, he could still leap into the air, and his broadsword would transform into a blurry gray shadow, instantly appearing above Renn's head.

This sword strike sealed off all angles for dodging.

"call……"

In the split second between life and death, Raine closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them.

In those originally black pupils, a dark red magma seemed to flow.

[Black Rock Breathing Technique: Heart Pumping Chapter (Lava Amplification)]

Boom!

The heart inside the chest cavity pounded like a war drum.

That violent heat instantly washed over my entire body.

The broadsword, which had been moving as fast as lightning in our eyes, now seemed to be in slow motion. The trajectory of the broadsword cutting through the air, the movements of Baron exerting force, and even the dust floating in the air were all crystal clear at this moment.

This is not just an increase in strength, but also an elevation of the senses.

Raine did not retreat; he met the attack with his longsword at a precise angle.

It's not a head-on parry, but rather using the longsword's resilience to deflect the force at the moment of contact.

[Iron Wall Stance]

"Sizzle—"

Baron's broadsword slid off Renn's blade and crashed into a nearby bookshelf, instantly shattering half of the shelf along with more than a dozen ancient books.

Rennes, on the other hand, merely slid back a few steps.

How is this possible?!

A flicker of surprise finally crossed Baron's eyes.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that sword strike, it was still something a novice knight could never withstand, let alone the fact that this unarmored kid almost perfectly neutralized the attack!

But it's not over yet.

"Ella!"

Renn gave a low shout.

Without needing any warning, the half-elf girl, who had been lurking in the shadows, darted out.

She hadn't yet mastered the breathing technique, but even so, her half-elf bloodline made her quite agile.

He raised his longsword from bottom to top, aiming straight for the seam of Baron's armor under his armpit.

"Get out of here!"

Baron roared in anger and had no choice but to parry with his sword.

But just as he shifted his weight, Renn moved.

His heart was pounding wildly, his blood was boiling, and the overwhelming feeling of power made him want to roar.

He stepped forward, his longsword rising from behind his shoulder, tracing a full, sweeping arc—

[Straight Chop]

The most basic sword moves, enhanced by speed and power, become a fatal blow.

"Pfft!"

The sword sliced ​​through the metal of Baron's left arm guard, leaving a bloody gash on his forearm.

Blood splattered.

Barron stumbled back three steps until his back hit the wall.

He glanced at the wound on his arm, then at Raine, who was steaming with white vapor and had bloodshot eyes.

Barron didn't seem flustered or afraid; instead, he exuded a kind of fervor, as if he had encountered a kindred spirit.

"A breathing technique... and it should be a high-quality breathing technique."

Baron licked his lips, his laughter hoarse.

"No wonder. No wonder that old hag Karen dared to bring you out. You're a little wolf cub."

Raine didn't say anything.

He is not feeling well right now.

My body temperature is rising rapidly, and every breath feels like swallowing burning coals. This state of overload cannot be sustained for long.

We must finish this quickly!

"Again!"

Renn adjusted his sword, raised it again, and took the initiative to launch an attack.

Since we're using breathing techniques, we need to capitalize on the advantages before the side effects kick in.

Two figures crossed paths in the cramped study.

Swords clashed repeatedly.

Raine was not overwhelmed by Baron's momentum. On the contrary, relying on the dynamic visual and strength amplification brought by [Lava Amplification], as well as [Iron Wall Stance] and the assistance of Ella beside him, he was able to withstand the head-on confrontation for several minutes.

With each impact, he could feel his bones trembling.

Ella weaved in between the two, forcing Baron to focus on defense with each shot she made.

"when!"

It was another violent collision.

Raine's longsword left a white mark on Baron's iron mask, while Baron's fist slammed into Raine's shoulder, sending him staggering to the ground, unable to get up again.

That's enough!

Barron laughed loudly, preparing to launch a counterattack.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from the stairwell.

Those weren't the footsteps of guards; they were the sounds only made by fully armored knights running at full speed.

"Who's here?!"

A roar like that of a lion shook the windows.

Karen arrived. Barron stopped moving as a result.

He glanced at Raine, who was bracing himself on the ground with his sword and still staring intently at him, then at Harold, who was trembling under the table, and finally listened to the approaching footsteps.

"It seems tonight's trial can only end here."

Baron sheathed his broadsword, his tone regretful.

"The old lion has awakened."

He backed away, all the way to the window.

"Remember this feeling, kid."

Barron pointed at Ryan, as if in praise.

"Your sword is clean. Don't let it get tainted by the stench here."

After saying that, he quickly turned around and smashed the window frame with the broadsword.

A split second before Karen's massive figure charged in, Barron leaped into the air, and the towering figure vanished instantly into the dark night.

"Damn it, don't run away!"

Karen rushed to the window and looked down at the empty street below.

A cold wind blew into the room, dispelling the suffocating heat.

Raine felt his heart clench suddenly, felt completely exhausted, and felt his whole body burning up.

This is the flaw in his evolved breathing technique.

Leaning on his sword, Renn gasped for breath. The cold wind made his sweat feel icy cold, but his body temperature kept rising.

But he was able to remain conscious and not faint.

He turned his head and looked at Harold, who was hiding under the table.

The purplish-red ligature mark on the old man's neck was shocking, but in Ryan's eyes, he did not see a victim.

It was nothing more than a venomous snake that had just escaped from the gallows.