"Don't be so complacent! I was merely careless just now!" The valiant visage of the female knight captain was etched with a look of sheer discontent.

"Again!" she bellowed, stamping her foot on the spot and charging towards Glen once more!

This time, a pair of pale golden wings materialized behind the female knight captain, and her knight's sword underwent a peculiar transformation, seemingly elongating slightly.

Glen could distinctly sense that his opponent's speed had increased substantially. He lowered his center of gravity, poised to respond to the impending attack at any moment.

The knight's sword lunged forward with a sudden thrust, and in an instant, more than a dozen knight's swords materialized around it, leaving Glen with no room to dodge!

Is this even possible?!! Glen's eyes widened ever so slightly. His leg muscles tensed, and he suddenly leaped five or six meters into the air, soaring above the range of the attack.

Grasping the crown of a tree, he used his legs to brace against the trunk and then catapulted towards the opponent's back!

The female knight had already retracted her attack with all her might as soon as she noticed the enemy's evasion. Sensing the strong gust of wind behind her, she unleashed another knightly skill!

A colossal illusory knight's shield crashed down from the void behind the female knight captain, barely managing to block Glen's descending strike.

Glen, who had landed on the ground, regarded his opponent, who was enveloped in a flurry of special effects, and said with a tinge of exasperation, "Lady Knight, this isn't very sporting. I'm only wielding a wooden stick. If you're truly skilled, defeat me with your swordsmanship alone. What's the point of fighting like this?"

The strike he had just delivered lacked any real force; otherwise, the wooden stick would have snapped long ago.

He had initially intended to gauge the level of knightly swordsmanship in this world, but he hadn't anticipated that knights possessed so many ostentatious skills. He found it impossible to savor the thrill of a straightforward weapon-to-weapon confrontation.

"Very well." Glen had uttered those words offhandedly, but to his surprise, the female knight captain actually deactivated the special effects.

Glen was momentarily taken aback, followed by a surge of excitement.

"Captain!" The two female knights in the distance exclaimed once again.

"Have no fear. I know precisely what I'm doing," the female knight captain reassured them in a hushed tone.

With a resounding shout, the two resumed their combat.

The dashing knight captain unleashed nearly all the skills she had acquired throughout her tenure at the knight academy. A plethora of exquisite sword techniques flowed from her hands with effortless grace, raining down upon her opponent.

However, Glen, armed with nothing but a wooden stick, deftly parried each attack. As he evaded and maneuvered, he also ensured that the wooden stick remained intact, appearing completely unruffled.

He had already formed a rough assessment of the female knight's swordsmanship. Had this been in his previous world, she would undoubtedly have ranked among the elite, standing shoulder to shoulder with the world's best.

But she had the misfortune of facing Glen, who was hailed by his family and the outside world as a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy. By the tender age of sixteen, he had mastered all the family's boxing, sword, and staff techniques. Coupled with the intense training during his years in the military, even he himself was unaware of the heights he had reached before his time travel.

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However, this body lacked muscle memory, and all his understanding of the moves relied solely on his memory and the coordinated responses of his werewolf physique. Naturally, his current skill level paled in comparison to what it had been before the time travel.

After hundreds of exchanges, the female knight had been struck all over her body, yet she hadn't managed to land a single blow on Glen. This only served to fuel the female knight captain's growing frustration.

Slap!

Her buttocks were struck once more, emitting a clear and melodious sound. The knight captain with the high ponytail suddenly hurled her knight's sword to the ground and cursed, "Damn it!"

This startled Glen and the other two female knights.

Perhaps I shouldn't have struck her there? Glen couldn't help but muse inwardly.

The female knight captain's chest heaved violently, her teeth grinding together, as she glared at Glen with a look of intense hatred.

"Er... actually..." Glen had intended to offer some words of comfort, such as "You're actually quite skilled, but I'm just too powerful," but she spoke before he could.

"I will defeat you..." she declared, then retrieved her knight's sword, walked over to her two companions, and whistled. The griffin descended with a howling gale. "Let's be off."

"But what about this werewolf..."

"Pay him no mind. This werewolf has not harmed anyone."

The two female knight subordinates exchanged a glance, both utterly perplexed by the captain's words.

Naturally, they were unaware of the captain's inner feelings. During her bout with Glen, her knightly instincts had told her that the creature before her harbored no trace of brutality. Instead, it seemed to be drawn to her knightly code.

Recalling that the other party had claimed not to consume humans, the female knight captain began to entertain the possibility of his truthfulness.

Moreover, she was acutely aware that the werewolf before her still had a significant reserve of strength yet to be revealed. If he so desired, the three of them might not be able to escape his clutches, let alone defeat him.

But since he had not exhibited any murderous intent, that was sufficient for her, as the captain, to decide to retreat.

Glen remained silent as he watched the huge griffin gradually ascending into the sky, simply at a loss for words.

It's not like he could just ask them to stay, right? After all, he had just struck the female knight on the buttocks.

As Glen's thoughts wandered, the voice of the female knight captain reached his ears: "Remember this, Mr. Werewolf. I am Windsor Bayard, the leader of the seventh squad of the Griffin Knights. The next time I find you, I will defeat you with my own hands!"

I can hardly wait... Glen smiled, oriented himself, and then left the spot.

...

In an ordinary peasant's home.

The old man sat beside a chicken coop, having somehow obtained a piece of bread and taking a bite every now and then.

Not far away, several people dressed as peasants were engaged in conversation, and they cast wary glances in his direction from time to time.

The old man paid no heed to these glances and simply stared into space.

A stone suddenly flew in from nowhere and hit the old man on the knee. His eyes cleared, and he turned to look in the direction from which the stone had come.

Among the bushes more than ten meters away, two glinting points of light lurked in the darkness.

The old man seemed to heave a sigh of relief, stood up straight away, picked up his backpack, and walked over.

"Old man, get me a set of clothes first," Glen whispered urgently as soon as he saw the old man approaching.

The old man stopped in his tracks, turned around expressionlessly, and walked over to the peasants. He said something to them that was inaudible.

One of the peasants timidly took a few copper coins and immediately ran towards a house. Soon, he returned with a set of plain clothes and handed them to the old man...

After Glen changed into the clothes, the old man asked, "Did you kill the griffin knights?"

"I'm not that bloodthirsty," Glen rolled his eyes. "It was three female knights with amazing figures. They realized they were no match for me and retreated."

"Most of the griffin knights are women," the old man nodded casually.

"Why?" Glen asked out of curiosity.

"Because women generally have more coordinated bodies and are lighter in weight," the old man explained briefly.

Glen nodded in understanding. The old man suddenly added, "You should go back on your own. I still have some matters to attend to."

"All right. Settle the payment," Glen didn't care what the old man was going to do; he just wanted to get his reward.

The old man was prepared and tossed a bag to Glen.

Glen put the bag in his pocket without even opening it to check. After all, they were neighbors, and the old man wouldn't dare or have any reason to deceive him.

"Do you know the way? Do you want me to show you?"

"Do you really take me for a child?"