Mulan felt as though he had just cast a buff on himself, improving his physical condition and his tolerance for pain and other adverse effects. A fight was inevitable, and his wounds could easily tear open again. This buff would help prevent that to some extent, and even if they did reopen, the impact would be less severe. At the very least, it would dull the pain.
Some of the powerful fighters who had joined the melee left the street, either retreating farther away or leaping onto more distant rooftops. The Sorens Guard Corps advanced in formation, surrounding the house into which the crimson brute had fled.
Radiance continued to gather around Mulan. He slowly raised Fang and brushed three fingers of his gun-wielding right hand along the blade, making its glow even more brilliant.
Since choosing the path of the Radiant Knight, Mulan had yet to use one of its more outstanding abilities. It was also one of the reasons he had felt confident bringing the Sorens Guard Corps here.
The next moment, Mulan swept his sword in a circle around himself. Milky light rained down below, landing precisely on the members of the Sorens Guard Corps.
Every Guard Corps member present felt a fluorescent glow enveloping himself and his comrades. It was no illusion. A faint warmth followed, as though their fatigue, tension, and fear were all slipping away.
"Warriors of Dierjia, to defend the peace of Sorens, for the Sorens Guard Corps and our honor, we will keep our fighting spirit high! We will not fear powerful enemies! Grip your weapons and put your training to use!"
Mulan's voice reached every soldier from the rooftop. It seemed to possess a magic of its own, steadily dispelling the Guard Corps' tension and fear, bolstering their confidence, and even