People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

This is why, when watching the match between the Whipblade Knight and the Fierce Knight at the Rose Arena, Chongyue chose to smile slightly and remain silent in the face of Jeston's proposed "trading injury for injury" fighting strategy.

Because with him, you simply don't get a chance to trade blows.

Go ahead and attack; if I can't see through your plan beforehand, I'll admit defeat. I knew you intended to use this strategy, so I've been waiting for it for a long time!

For Jeston, this fight was very frustrating!

Despite having the blessing of the great god Jeragand and such a brilliant start, they are now being overwhelmed and unable to even retaliate. How can this be acceptable? Isn't this bringing shame upon the great god Jeragand and Prime Minister Ernst?

No, Frostblade Jeston must retaliate!

Gritting his teeth, Jeston decided to start his second phase ahead of schedule!

He instantly dispelled the tortoise shell defense around him, using his arm to block Chong Yue's sweeping kick, and then using the iron armor on his chest to take a straight punch from Chong Yue. Enduring the metallic taste rising in his throat, he smiled at Chong Yue, who had already sensed something and started to pull back.

"Chronological order!"

The low murmurs were drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, and along with them disappeared the body of Jeston in Chongyue's eyes.

"Disappeared?"

Chongyue subconsciously looked in other directions, but before he could even react, Jeston was already right in front of him!

This speed is wrong!

Chongyue sensed something was off almost immediately, but the crisis before him didn't allow him to calm down and think things through. He quickly raised his hand, using offense as defense, and launched a rising dragon punch towards Jeston's chin.

But at this moment, that sense of incongruity reappeared.

Right before his eyes, Jeston's figure vanished again like a ghost. His Rising Dragon Fist naturally missed its mark. Almost at the same time, Jeston appeared beside him, the iron element in his hand transforming into a black blade, slashing towards Chongyue's side.

"!"

Chong Yue's pupils contracted instantly, his heart tightened, and almost purely relying on muscle memory, he instantly chose to sidestep and drop to the ground, bracing himself with his hands, narrowly avoiding Jeston's knife. Then, he kicked off with both legs towards Jeston, striking Jeston's arm, which was in a blocking stance, and instantly knocking him back several meters.

After doing all this, Chongyue sprang up from the ground with a somersault, dusted off the corners of his clothes, and looked at Jeston with his brows tightly furrowed.

"The speed is unbelievably fast."

He finally had time to think about that strange sense of incongruity.

If a normal rushing method involves using leg power to charge towards the enemy at extremely high speed, and although it is very fast, you can still see the trajectory of his charge by watching it frame by frame in slow motion, then Jeston's rush is like pulling a gun in one frame!

There is no process, only a beginning and an end.

Only in this way can we avoid his tricks and catch him off guard!

This is also why Chongyue felt something was amiss. If Jeston's advance had a detectable trajectory, he should have been able to react; his body's warning signals would allow him to anticipate the landing point along the trajectory and prepare a defense. But Jeston had no trajectory, so it was naturally difficult for him to anticipate it.

But how could someone's sudden advance not leave a trace? That defies common sense.

Something unusual must be going on, Chongyue immediately made a judgment.

There are two possibilities. One is that Jeston has a teleportation spell that allows him to teleport himself over short distances, thus achieving a dash without a trajectory, because this is essentially a "flash"!

The second possibility is that Jeston's advance has a trajectory, but for some reason, he is unable to perceive that trajectory.

This is truly unheard of. Just how much more is Jesston hiding?

Chongyue frowned, pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes, looked at Jeston who was panting and seemed to be expending a great deal of energy, and suddenly spoke:

Is it "time"?

Jeston's expression froze for a moment, then finally revealed a look of genuine admiration:

"As expected of a martial arts master from Yan Kingdom, he saw through it so easily. It seems my disguise was indeed inadequate."

Chongyue nodded in satisfaction.

Did he notice?

No, at least not entirely certain.

Chongyue couldn't discern whether Jeston's unpredictable advance relied on space or time. However, he was certain that, assuming his sanity and perception remained unaffected, Jeston could only have achieved this through either of these two types of magic.

So, I just casually tried to scam them.

Judging from the results, all's fair in war, and the deception worked.

Time magic, that's truly remarkable. I've never heard of such magic on Terra before, have I? This ability seems more like the image of a behemoth that Chongyue held in his mind, one that wielded the power of rules.

Mr. Jeston, you've kept it well hidden.

Meanwhile, at the same time, on an unnamed mountain peak in Shelag.

[Time Sequence] I'm already awake.

Sensing that his power was being used, he unusually opened his eyes, intending to see who Ernst's subordinate was fighting that required his help.

Although Jeragand may not be considered the strongest among these behemoths, a behemoth is a behemoth, and even the weakest behemoth is not something an ordinary mortal can easily mess with.

With Jeragand's buff, Ernst's subordinates still couldn't win? [Chronology] I'm a little interested in whether the opponent was too strong or Jesten was too weak.

So, following its own power, it cast a ray of the beast's gaze.

"Hiss—this feels so familiar?"

Looking at Chongyue standing opposite Jeston, [Time Sequence] was somewhat confused.

He was certain that he had never seen a life form like this before, but the familiarity emanating from it constantly reminded him that he must have known it in a past life! Moreover, judging from the majestic aura it exuded, it seemed to be a giant beast as well?

I just don't know why, but it also seems incomplete?

Could it be that someone also killed him and caused him to lose gold coins? But that doesn't make sense. The aura of the other party was clearly that of a fragment of the original body, not an ordinary person like Mostima or Ersula who possessed divine artifacts. There are only a few behemoths that can still become incomplete behemoths even after being blown into pieces. [Sami] is fine, so who else could it be? I haven't heard of anyone being blown up.

[Time Sequence] I was pondering and pondering, and before I could come up with a solution, I suddenly heard someone speak from the other side:

Is it "time"?

In that instant, [Time Sequence] suddenly felt a chill on the dial, a tingling sensation in the battery, and even the hands began to tremble.

Holy crap, box!

Wait, calm down. [Chronology] Perhaps it's just that Jeston, this mortal, doesn't know how to subtly utilize your power, causing it to be exposed too quickly. After all, not everyone is as compatible with you as Mostima, able to control this power at will.

Yes, that should be it!

[Time Sequence] Before he could even catch his breath, the next second, Jeston also spoke up:

"Truly worthy of being a martial arts grandmaster from the Yan Kingdom..."

In the second half of the sentence, the word "chronology" is no longer audible.

Because His long-buried memories were suddenly awakened at this moment.

A martial arts master from Yan Kingdom? Yan Kingdom? A colossal beast with an aura similar to mine, familiar yet from a distant past, so much so that I can't quite recall it. And, incredibly powerful; even after being destroyed, it could still revert to a smaller colossal beast...

The thought process of [time sequence] suddenly stopped. The next second, a cry of surprise echoed across the nameless peak of Shelag, like a thunderclap in broad daylight!

"Holy crap, age!"

Chapter 408 Sami: It's coming, you're 18!

"It's an age."

Pegasus Stadium, in the stands.

The middle-aged man from Elafia, with two horns on his head, stared at Chongyue on the field, exhaling a breath of cold air. His usually calm eyes seemed to finally show a slight ripple.

Compared to the attire of the Kazimierz people around him, his thick fur coat stood out in the audience. Many Kazimierz people had already cast their gazes at him, but they dared not approach him easily because of his excessive majesty and coldness.

Only the blue-haired man sitting beside him seemed quite interested in this easily recognizable "outsider," and after hearing his faint sigh, he actually spoke up:

"Brother, what is 'year'?"

The Elafian man turned his head slightly and glanced at the blue-haired man beside him who was making faces, as if he was sizing something up, but soon he turned his head back in disappointment.

This made Kuranta, with his blue hair, unable to hold back any longer.

"Hey buddy, you don't look familiar. Are you a foreigner? Where are you from? Ursus?"

"Don't ignore me! As the saying goes, meeting is fate. We've managed to sit together by chance, so how could our connection be anything but simple? Let me introduce myself. My name is Roy, I'm a local, and a long-time knight racing enthusiast!"

Roy chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm as he boasted:

"Don't believe me? I've met all those famous knights! Blood Knights, Black Knights, Candle Knights—I can meet them anytime I want. Aren't you interested, buddy?"

"Just so you know, there's a fee involved."

Roy grinned, feigning a greedy smile.

This trick of his almost always worked.

After all, which foreigner who comes to Kazimierz isn't there for the Knights' Tournament? And who among those who come for the Knights' Tournament wouldn't want to meet the tournament's big stars?

Those who love beauty like the Candle Knight, those who admire power like the Black Knight, and even the infected have Blood Knights to pay for. Although people are divided into different classes, money is equal in the face of capital.

Moreover, Roy wasn't lying. He could see the Blood Knight, the Black Knight, the Candle Knight, and the other knights if he wanted to.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they don't want to see Roy.

Because the Unarmored Alliance are knight killers.

That's getting off topic. Roy was very confident in his words. In the past, after he said that, even the most wary person would have been tempted.

For foreigners, going through the normal channels to meet those famous knights is too time-consuming and costly. Only these "scalpers" can give them a sliver of hope, right?

To Roy's surprise, this time, after he finished speaking with great confidence, he was not greeted by the Erafia man's expression of excitement or hesitation, but by a pair of cold eyes.

"You want to trick me?"

The man spoke calmly, without doubt or anger, but rather with a hint of surprise.

The Kazimierz people are so open-minded.

He thought this to himself, and then finally gave his name:

“You can call me Sami.”

“Sammy?” Roy was taken aback.

Although he doesn't travel abroad much, he's not completely ignorant about Terra. Sami must be the name of a country, right?

I remember it was west of Ursus. I heard that place was very underdeveloped. In recent years, Colombians have been developing Sami and built a small resort in Chapat, which has given the country a little bit of presence in Terra.

However, compared to Shelag, which is also a small country but has already caused quite a stir, it is far inferior.

Roy shook his head inwardly. It seemed that the strange man in front of him was not a "fat sheep" he could fleece.

Let's just forget about it then. We'll just treat it as a chat. This person seems quite interesting.

"Are you a Sami?" Roy asked.

Sami nodded slightly, then shook his head.

What does it mean?

Roy was a little confused. Did he mean that the Sami used to be Sami, but now they had immigrated and were no longer Sami?

Sami didn't intend to answer, because the concept was actually quite complex and might sound alarming if explained.

To put it roughly, "Sami" is His.

To be more precise, the entire country called "Sami," along with its flowers, trees, snow-capped mountains, is merely a part of His body, lying prostrate on the ground, resting and recuperating. Sami is Him, but He is not entirely Sami.

In a Rhodes Island special edition of *The Traveller of the Earth*, written by a Victorian scholar but not yet published, Kal'tsit described Him thus: Discussions of the geography of Sami must begin with an understanding of its essence—the place where a colossus, a survivor of ancient wars, lies. The sheer size of this colossus is perhaps unique in modern Terra. One could even say that much of what is discussed today about what happened in Sami occurred on the riddled back of this creature.

Therefore, this colossal beast, whose size defies description, could not possibly have come to this foreign land.

The form He presents to the people today is merely an incarnation. A human form drawn up at the suggestion of Ammatalu, modeled after His beloved Sherab Ektyrniel.

This was the first time in millions of years that he had left the land of Sami in this manner to travel and explore other parts of this land. His lack of communication skills was simply due to a lack of relevant experience and knowledge; he himself could be described as kind.

Otherwise, Roy would have turned into an ice sculpture the moment he revealed his slight malice.

Instead of being as lively and energetic as he is now. Sami just found him amusing.

"If you're not interested in knightly competitions, why are you here?"

Roy asked again.

Upon hearing this, Sami turned his gaze to the audience seats on the other side.

That section of the stands was somewhat unusual; it wasn't nearly full, not even completely occupied. Given the Kazimierz people's passion for knightly competitions, this was simply unthinkable for such a large-scale event.

The knights surrounding those seats indirectly reflect the identities of the people in that area.