Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

"If you feel dizzy afterwards, go find my attendant for help," Leon nodded. "He knows some 'Medical Skill' and can treat minor injuries."


Even though he had held back his strength, he didn't want to risk leaving the veteran who knew some basic combat techniques injured, just to be safe.


Even if he didn't reach the standard of the Guards he wanted, this man's skills were certainly enough to serve as a captain among ordinary Soldiers.


The spectators exchanged glances, especially the villagers from Platon.


Because the middle-aged man who had been defeated was actually their leader during their military conscription among the villagers.


However, his defeat wasn't entirely unexpected by those present.


After witnessing how the young Young Knight had swiftly overthrown the first challenger, the young and strong men from the three territories understood.


Why the seemingly simple selection criteria came with such generous and high rewards.


Chapter 100 Wheel Battle_3