The cavalryman angrily drew the greatsword at his waist and blocked the incoming purple smoke soldier.
Bam-
The next second, his expression changed drastically as he was knocked off his horse.
In midair, blue-green Nen rose from his entire body, helping him regain his balance like a gentle breeze.
Thud.
His feet slammed into the ground. Without hesitation, he drove his body forward with Nen like a powerful gust, raising his speed to an astonishing level.
To Odin, the cavalryman was simply controlling his Nen to propel himself, but to the cavalryman, this was the gale battle aura he had cultivated for years.
Yet this cavalryman's Nen type was not Manipulation, but Transmutation.
Using his Nen this way greatly reduced its effectiveness. Ultimately, it simply did not suit him.
Bam-
The supremely confident cavalryman was sent flying backward again, his face battered and bruised. This time, he flew faster and came off worse.
Odin inwardly raised an eyebrow. Just how much Nen did Morel put into these purple smoke soldiers?
Regardless of what Odin thought, the lead cavalryman had now realized something: these white figures before them were no pushovers.
If they did not act now, they would be picked off one by one.
With that thought, Nen erupted from the lead cavalryman's body as well.
Like a powerful gust, his Nen carried him as he charged at a purple smoke soldier.
Behind him, several other cavalrymen also sprang into action, while the guards followed orders and protected the cargo.
Bam, bam, bam!
After several head-on clashes, the lead cavalryman's expression turned extremely grim.
These white figures were all as strong as Golden Warriors.
Only the few cavalrymen could hold their own for a little while. The other guards could not withstand even a single attack.
Seeing several white figures