Bear School Astartes-Chapter 531 - 533. Women’s Greaves

Chapter 531: 533. Women’s Greaves
Anyone can talk pretty, but if pretty words and roars could become fighting strength, then the oppression of the weak by the strong should have disappeared from the world.
In Lann’s eyes, Brison’s combat level is not even better than the remaining Divine Guard beside him.
Because just after Lann used an Alder’s Rune to take down two men, this remaining Divine Guard immediately charged forward.
It was clear that the stance intended not to give Lann the chance to use that piercing attack again.
Strong attacks should have some kind of limitation.
This is quite a normal thought.
If Brison had the qualities of a Warrior, he should have rushed forward with the Divine Guard.
Unfortunately, he spent his time proclaiming his life motto.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of steel clash, a circle of sparks exploded from the Divine Guard’s blade.
The eyes beneath the helmet couldn’t hide the fear.
Because his body felt disassembled, clearly just a slash was blocked, yet his body’s motor skills started to stall!
"Nice technique."
Lann slightly praised the opponent.
According to Mentos’s calculation, under the full recoil of the Iwami Style: Climbing Carp, this guy should take at least five more moves before collapsing.
Indeed a master among ordinary people.
But... what he’s facing isn’t an ordinary person.
In an instant, he drew the Lady of the Lake’s Sword from his waist, blocked a Climbing Carp, and precisely used the angle of a slash to propel the weighted ball on the sword hilt!
And around that weighted ball, a dimly distorted air curled around.
It is the core technique of Immortal Peak Temple martial arts, Air Hammer.
The high-density, fast-flowing air enveloped the weighted ball, crashing it against the side ear of the Divine Guard’s helmet.
The pressure wouldn’t be reduced by the helmet; Lann saw with his own eyes the eyes under the helmet fill with blood due to sudden disruption in cranial pressure, then the pupils disoriented.
Watching the Divine Guard slump before him, Lann habitually spun the sword in his grip.
He was not like the rigid warriors of Iwami, insisting on collapsing the stance.
After gaining an advantage in the middle of combat, he had many techniques to expand his advantage.
And by this time, Brison finally realized he was all alone.
His handsome face blushed due to accumulating blood, while his hand had just drawn a Greek short sword from his waist.
But Lann’s attention wasn’t on the short sword in the opponent’s hand, but on the legs beneath his robe.
The opponent wore greaves with sandals, completely wrapping his entire calves.
But it looked... as if these greaves were female styles.
Though it matched Brison’s handsome face, specifically wearing female greaves... Lann didn’t believe there was no peculiarity.
Sure enough, Brison suddenly lunged at Lann!
The clay-laid basement floor instantly cracked into web-like pits under his leg strength!
The effect of swinging a giant hammer wasn’t much different!
An instantaneous impact calculated in tons!
The leg momentum turned into speed, Brison’s body stirred up the wind in the whole basement.
His loose blue robe flamboyantly flew, just like his expression mingling joy and ferocity.
He always wanted to see fear for him in others’ eyes, not the likes of ’admiration’, ’tolerance’...such weak and disgusting emotions because of his face.
Now, thanks to the Divine Teachings, it’s been realized.
Such powerful Divine Artifacts, how many could Athens and Sparta produce?
To gain more power like this, he continued serving the Divine Teachings, elevating his rank within it.
Killing, killing many people, it’s tough, but it’s worth it!
Just like this guy before him now.
He suddenly barged in, killing three Divine Guards beside him, it’s impressive. Without anyone explaining, Brison knew it’s impressive.
But how impressive could it be?
In the face of Divine Teachings’ power, it’s just trivial.
Brison swung his short sword amidst the rapid sprint.
And just as he expected, that person who suddenly barged in couldn’t help but reflexively lift the long knife to meet the short sword.
Intending to parry the incoming short sword.
But Brison was aware, his swordsmanship was never strong.
His strength was in the pair of greaves on his legs!
The handsome youth from an arts family wore a joyful yet ferocious smile.
His short sword halted midway, instead launching himself into a leap.
The pair of women’s greaves on his calves subtly glowed with a gold sheen.
He kicked out a high roundhouse kick, incredibly light and swift within mid-air!
Considering the force he exerted stomping the ground, this kick landing on someone would likely make their head explode immediately!
Feels like Brison thought Lann’s head would explode in the next instance.
He had been thinking of raising the long knife to meet the short sword, within this brief moment, he couldn’t retract nor change moves!
Brison was certain of this.
But quickly, the smile on the arts family’s youth froze.
"Heh."
A light laugh.
Sounding within this tense critical instant.
And at this moment, Lann’s legs were wrapped in a spiral air current.
His hand just extracted something from the Alchemy Pouch from the back waist, with his blood still residual on it.
And it was this blood, intended to activate something—a technique.
Old Hunter’s Leg Bone — Heartless Flow: Shrink Ground!
With a "swoosh," a sudden explosion!
The tall figure previously before Brison vanished like smoke.
By the time he reappeared, it was within the arc of the roundhouse kick’s momentum.
The surprise on Brison’s face hadn’t dissipated, a sharp ’slash’ sounded.
Bright silver light cut through the leg he kicked forward.
The powerful roundhouse kick sent his greaved calf flying away, smashing against the wall.
The residual blood in the calf squeezed out in an impact burst, spraying splatter marks on the wall.
And Brison, who lost an entire calf, then fell due to imbalance post-roundhouse kick.
"Ah... ahh!!"
The youth started in a daze, staring blankly at his flown calf, seemingly unrealized what just happened. But then, pain forced him to roar.
Lann gazed down at the youth rolling and twisting in his blood pool, taking out a note imbued with Magic Power.