Way of Overlord
Chapter 194: Lone Wolves Dies

Chapter 194: Lone Wolves Dies

Chu Yan’s swift actions spoke louder than words.

Without preamble or delay, he leaped onto his horse and charged headlong into battle

With this alone one could tell that this general is a man of action

As Aeryon prepared to follow suit, ready to join the fray, Belarion surged forward with startling speed, interposing himself between Aeryon and the advancing chaos.

The resounding clash of iron rent the air, echoing through the battlefield, as Belarion engaged Chu Yan in a thunderous exchange of blows.

"Hoh. You are not weak,"

Belarion voice carried a hint of surprise, veiled beneath his stoic demeanour, as he met Chu Yan’s onslaught blow for blow.

Each strike reverberated with raw power, the clash of weapons resonating in the charged atmosphere.

This two look at each other between blows and both acknowledged each other prowess.

Skill and power, Chu Yan did not lack any of this and it is the same for Belarion who returns the exchange of blows tit for tat

Aeryon did not join the battle but he only smiles

Actually, he wanted to duel Chu Yan. But who would have thought his sworn brother Belarion stopped him and is now trading blows with Chu Yan

Aeryon could only shakes his head and believe that Belarion would win the battle.

Since Belarion is fighting Chu Yan, Aeryon look toward the other side where another battle has just begun

And with his horse, he leaps into battle with his other warrior fighting the eight hundred men that Chu Yan had brought

The clash echoes like a cannon blast.

In the midst of the furious clash, the battlefield crackled with intensity as Aeryon and his warriors faced off against the opposing soldiers.

Each swing of the blade, each thunderous clash, exacted a toll in lives lost and wounds inflicted on both sides.

Despite the escalating casualties, Aeryon held steadfast, his resolve unyielding amidst the chaos.

Amidst the carnage, he refrained from ordering a retreat, recognizing the invaluable lesson within the heart of this relentless conflict.

He understood that to transcend the crucible of war and emerge stronger, his warriors needed to be baptized by the fires of the current battle.

Their potential could only explode out when they are pushed to the limit, Aeryon thought to himself

And this is an era of chaos. It is not a time of peace. This is an era where having horses and strength, one could conquer the whole world.

The people of the Great Steppe have no choice but to keep getting stronger.

The Yan people implant thoughts in the minds of every Yan people that it is an honour to kill the people of grassland like they are doing a good service to the Emperor

The deep-seated prejudice and disregard from the Yan Empire towards the people of the Great Steppe had fuelled a relentless cycle of misunderstanding and animosity.

The skewed perception perpetuated by the Yan people, categorizing the Steppe inhabitants as mere "barbarians," was a stark oversimplification that ignored the diversity and richness of their cultures.

The Yan Empire’s dismissal of the Steppe people’s complexities and the blanket categorization as "barbarians" incited a fire within Aeryon.

He was resolute in his determination to ensure that the Yan people would never encroach upon the Great Steppe again.

They ignore the fact that the people of the Great Steppe are also people. If there are fierce people among the Great Steppe, there is also gentle people.

But Yan Empire ignores all of that and lump them all as barbarians.

Since that is the case, Aeryon would not let the Yan people even step into Great Steppe ever again

Since that is the case, then they should know that even rat bites back against the cat. And because Aeryon knows that the people of the Great Steppe are not rats but wolves.

Lone wolves die in the winter, but a pack survives. And Aeryon is merely trying to build a pack

And his pack is going to be the biggest pack in the Great Steppe. And then when this pack is formed, Aeryon would hunt all over the world

A Great Hunt would commence and they would hunt all the deer of the world!

Xun lost the deer and Yan caught it. And one day, the Great Steppe would surely hunt all the deer of the world.

He would trample the Yan empire and bring it down and wherever the people of the Great Steppe ride their horse in the future, everyone would fear the people of the Great Steppe that they would not even dare to raise their arms and their voice would be stuck at their throat.

He would break the future of the Great Steppe being slaughtered by the princes of the Yan empire just because they wanted to make merit and get a good reputation among the people of Yan and would change that future where it would be the Great Steppe, stepping on the broken cities of Yan.

Killing the people of the Great Steppe and proclaiming they are ridding the world of calamity, what a justification.

The calamity of the world is them. And he would be the avenger of the Great Steppe, a punishment from their Gods

Aeryon anger surged within him, a potent force that ignited his spirit as he charged into battle.

His sword became an extension of this fury, cleaving through the enemy ranks with a terrifying efficiency likened to a scorching blade slicing through soft butter.

With each strike, fuelled by his raging emotions, Aeryon strength seemed to swell, intensifying the power behind his blows.

His attacks grew swifter, more forceful, as if the very weight of his anger lent an unstoppable momentum to his sword.

The soldiers fell before him like freshly harvested leeks, cut down in rapid succession by the relentless onslaught.

The sheer intensity of Aeryon fury transformed him into a whirlwind of destruction on the battlefield.

Each swing of his sword carried the weight of his emotions, a tempestuous storm unleashed upon those who dared stand against him.

The aura of his anger seemed to engulf the fray, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.

Yet amidst the chaos, there was a focused determination in Aeryon strikes.

His fury, though potent, was directed with precision, each cut calculated to dismantle the enemy’s defense and drive fear into their hearts.

His anger did not take away his mind, instead, his anger is like a firewood that brings heat. The angrier he is, the calmer he tries to be and that translates in his attack

The attack is fierce, unyielding but there is also that cold precision in each attack

Aeryon swordsmanship is a mesmerizing dance of lethal grace, the blade an extension of his very being.

With a fluid mastery, he wielded the sword with expertise, seamlessly transitioning between blocking, stabbing, cutting, and piercing.

Each movement is a testament to the artistry of combat, a choreographed symphony of deadly precision.

His swordplay is a display of finesse and dexterity

A young man like him would never have this kind of attack method.

Because all of this should be honed through relentless training and battle-hardened experience.

Aeryon did participate in many battles since the destruction of the Xewa tribe but that alone does not explain how at ease of him to use his weapon like the extension of his body

Even his tribes member never seem to question this, as they felt it was natural.

If there is one person that actually questioned that person would only be Belarion because he knows best what is Aeryon true combat power before James transmigrated into Aeryon body

But he attributed this sudden improvement of Aeryon physical prowess to his near-death experience

There is many such cases in this world where after a near death experience one would explode with their potential like the near-death experience itself is like a jolt to the body, unearthing the potential of the body

And the Elders also seems to believe this. The original Aeryon dies of a cold. It might seem funny if this is in his world but in this world the cold could be very fatal.

There is no effective flu medicine like the one in James world and the development of medicine, at least in this part of the world where the original Aeryon inhabits is not developed.

The others might think that the sudden growth of Aeryon as a warrior is because of the near-death experience but Aeryon knows that it is because of the system

Without it how could he be so audacious and how could he be so daring to fight and so daring to change the world

This could only be explained by his system

And now, because of the system, he is fighting with such precision, with such beauty that to those who don’t know Aeryon, they might have thought he have honed his art of battle all of his life

Every manoeuvre was executed with an almost poetic elegance, yet with an unyielding efficiency that rendered his adversaries defenceless.

In moments where the sword was rendered inaccessible, Aeryon seamlessly transitioned to his bow.

The twang of the bowstring echoed through the chaos of battle, and his arrows unfailingly found their mark.

Each shot was meticulously aimed, flying true to its target with unwavering accuracy.

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