April's arrival brought a little warmth to the air, and Ryan had even put away his cloak.
In the military camp's square, he wore only a thin fitted shirt, gripping a wooden staff as he fought Brandt with complete focus.
"What the hell!"
Ryan roared and brought his staff down hard on Brandt's shoulder.
"Show me the ruthlessness you had when you killed the Frost Serpent! What, after all this time, have you made no progress at all?"
Ryan retreated with his staff in hand. Then, as leaves drifted through the air, the two charged and collided once more.
Bang!
Without any surprise, Ryan was sent flying by the overwhelming force. His physique and strength had already surpassed those of some Bronze Knights, astonishing Harrington and the others, but against Brandt, a "Hero Unit," he was still far behind.
"Lord Ryan, you've already improved greatly."
"Other than Harrington, the remaining four are no match for you."
Ryan glanced at the five Bronze Knights, including Harrington, observing from afar and snorted coldly.
"If the Clayton Family's Flamedragon Knights are all this mediocre, then I seriously doubt whether that count truly ventured deep into the Northlands, into the Mammoth Orcs' territory."
Brandt shook his head.
"Your progress has been remarkable, especially in skill and reaction speed. You've already reached the limits of a Formal Knight. Improving further will be extremely difficult, and even if you do improve, it will only provide limited gains in strength."
"If you can break through to Bronze Knight, your strength will definitely surpass mine."
Hearing Brandt's words, Ryan understood that he was right. He was only a Formal Knight. In every aspect, he was inherently inferior to a Bronze Knight. Rather than relying on techniques and methods to improve his strength, it would be better to break