Crimson blood and chunks of flesh of all sizes carpeted the gap between the two halves of the battle formation, staining the blue-gray paving stones.
Silence.
Everyone present, whether from the Wealth Temple, the Thorn Temple, or the distant Noble Guard, stared blankly at the figure who had charged straight through.
They watched him turn around.
They watched him draw another, even more imposing greatsword.
They watched him charge at the Wealth Temple's knights again.
"Wh-what?"
"Does he have a death wish?"
One of the Noble Guard commanders cried out.
In fact, everyone watched the scene in disbelief.
In their eyes, this young man who had suddenly appeared should have joined up with the Thorn Temple, then built on the success of his surprise attack to gain an even greater advantage.
"Hmph!"
"Arrogant fool!"
"He really thinks one lucky surprise attack means he can look down on the Wealth Temple's knight formation? Once someone like him gets trapped in it, he's dead!"
The Noble Guard commander who had mocked him earlier spoke again as he watched the Wealth Temple's knights swiftly engulf the figure.
The other Noble Guard commanders around him could not help nodding in agreement.
They would not contradict their companion.
Not only because Qin Ran's actions looked suicidal to them.
There was also their intense jealousy.
Why could Qin Ran charge into battle at such a young age?
While they had to spend years working their way up, doing little more than escorting their lords on hunting trips?
It simply wasn't fair!
"One lucky break, and it goes straight to his head!"
"Maybe he thinks he can fight a hundred men alone?"
"Yes, that might be exactly what he's thinking!"
Amid their venomous remarks, every one of the Noble Guard commanders wore a disdainful expression.
Almost