Chapter Fifty-Three: The Advantage of Transcending Ranks

  One man, one horse, one sword, under the fiery assault of the Flame Guard, stood like a rock in the tide, unmoving and unyielding. The red tide itself broke again and again, only to retreat once more.

  Faced with a seamless and gapless attack from both near and far, Middy's approach was simple - tear open a gap.

  Yan Wei was also extremely skilled in mounted combat, but at night, the war horses couldn't see anything, so Mide, who had the Bloodtooth Leopard, had an absolute speed advantage. Yan Wei's captain clearly understood this from the start and his first command was to have the roaming gunners conduct indiscriminate scattering shots, while having the elemental mages use large-scale magic at several key locations, and then having the heavy knights seal off the area to surround Mide.

  However, this tactic was impossible to implement.

  Midi's eyesight was exceptional, he saw through his opponent's intentions at a glance. Not only did he not rely on speed to break through as expected, but instead faced forward and launched a strong attack.

  The ice formation spread out under their feet in close combat, making it difficult for them to move, and even dozens of people were directly killed by the icicles.

  Dark flames fell one after another at the feet of the elementalist and the wandering gunman, scorching tongues of fire and bursting flames forcing them to move constantly.

  And in Mudi's hand, that one sword with no name but extremely heavy, every swing would bring up several silhouettes, as well as a piece of flesh and metal mixed debris. Under the speed and impact of Bloodtooth Leopard, the heavily armored knight who was proud of Flame Guard was like a paper paste, completely unable to withstand Mudi's offensive.

  Then, Yan Wei was unable to encircle and control, but Mi Di would occasionally charge into the formation, one man and one horse like a sharp sword piercing into the enemy's softest part. The Bloodtooth Leopard's sharp claws and sharp teeth, combined with Mi Di's large sword with an extremely wide attack range, caused the long-range professions who had lost their cover but lacked defensive power to fall down in batches like cut wheat.

  In just a few short minutes, Yan Wei's formation became sparse, with nearly thirty people killed directly.

  While dodging through the hail of bullets and magic, Middy emerged unscathed. When faced with an unavoidable attack, all he had to do was hide behind the giant sword. The Bloodtooth Leopard's steel-like fur could shake off deformed bullet heads with just a couple of shakes, its defense so strong that the wandering gunslinger couldn't land any effective hits.

  Watching all of this, Fenrir Sces couldn't believe his eyes.

  "This is also considered elite? What are you doing, go all out, this is the opportunity to eliminate our greatest enemy, I don't allow you to retreat even half a step, go and attack with all your might!" Fenrir's voice was filled with angry questioning.

  "Mr. Fenrir, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but the opponent's... level is too high." The face of the Flame Guard Captain was extremely solemn, he paused for a moment before struggling to utter these few words, "With the level of these warriors, without depth, I'm afraid... it will be very difficult to hold back."

  "Is the level too high?" Fenrir was taken aback.

  "That sword is a 'Curse of Kazan' class greatsword." The tone of the Flame Guard Captain was bitter and helpless, "At least level 30 or above can use it, and looking at that stance, completely effortless."

  Midi is already above level 30? A cold chill ran through Fenrir's heart.

  A week before the Academy's trial, he was just a 16-year-old novice swordsman, and no one had high hopes for him. He was given to Feena as a burden to hold her back. Now, after only this short period of time, with just one job change and a few battles, he's already level 30?

  Fenrir felt unbelievable.

  And his self-esteem made him even more unwilling to admit that the insignificant young master who used to be timid in front of him had silently surpassed him.

  But the reality of blood flying everywhere in front of him told him that it was all true.

  Because that at least 30 levels are required to use the extreme treasure sword "Kazan's Curse", in Miti's hand, it brings up piece after piece of flying blood, taking away life after life.

  How is this possible? How can this be?

  Fenrir's heart was screaming repeatedly, and his gaze at Midgard was even more filled with venomous jealousy. If a gaze could kill, Midgard would have died hundreds of times by now.

  Of course, Mi Di didn't reach level 30, he just exceeded the basic physical requirements for using this large sword.

  However, at this moment his level is absolutely not low, and has directly jumped from 24th level after job change to the current 28th level.

  Continuous and uninterrupted combat, the style of leading by example, is an important factor in continuously upgrading levels. However, the most crucial point is that Midee is a transcendent job changer.

  If it's said that at the time of the job change, there was no concept of "Hyper Job Change", then after the Misty Witch joined the team, Middy and Feena already had a certain understanding of Hyper Job Change, and began to consciously utilize this feature to accelerate their own growth.

  At level 25, she can already possess the power and speed of a level 30, which is still a minor benefit. Middy has mysterious ghost gods, and Feena herself has a huge magical capacity, and her physical quality is extraordinary in itself. The super-class transfer is just further strengthening this talent, adding icing to the cake.

  However, there is still a limit to this. If having exceptional talent can transcend the limitations of level, then what's the point of having levels? The suppression of levels ultimately still exists, even for geniuses, it's just that they are better equipped to face this challenge.

  To fundamentally increase power, it still needs to be solved by upgrading. And the biggest advantage of super-class transfer for low-level adventurers is that it can provide this advantage.

  Fina now only needs to undergo magical tempering to directly upgrade. In the previous battle of conquering Joseph's Fort, just condensing magic to launch an attack made this Magic Bullet Queen directly level up, and now she is also at level 28.

  The Fog Witch is also a super-tier job change - this is the first time Mide has heard of such information in his rebirth. In his previous life, because Fina and Mide's job changes were not satisfactory, Alice never mentioned anything about it from start to finish, apparently worried that the two would feel regretful.

  But this time, Alice naturally said these words, and for her, as long as the summoned beast has experienced battle and grown, it can feed magic back to its master, thereby allowing Alice to level up. After tonight's night raid, the Fog Witch will probably be able to reach level 29 directly, just one step away from level 30.

  For Mide, transcending to a higher level means that every battle, every swing of his sword, and every use of magic can accumulate power for him to upgrade. Moreover, the mysterious ghost god can devour other ghost gods, magic, and holy light, and then feedback, making Mide the fastest to upgrade among the three people.

  Promoted four ranks in a row, this was almost unimaginable for Mi Di of the previous life.

  But this life is just as it should be.

  In contrast, Sigmund and Lilian, who were originally on the same level, are now only 24 levels behind.

  As for Fenrir? Seath, the arch-nemesis of Midir in his past life, a ruthless character who triggered many tragedies, is now only level 23.

  For Midy at this moment, it was a completely one-sided battle.

  And Fenrir had already sensed this gaze and couldn't tolerate it at all.

  No, I am the strongest person, and I should be the one to receive everyone's praise, respect, and awe! But a mere son of an earl dares to behave so presumptuously in front of me?

  Fenrir gritted his teeth, thinking to himself as he looked at the formation that had been blown to smithereens. Subconsciously, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, wanting to personally take down Midgard and chop him into a pulp.

  The Flame Guard Captain, who was standing by, hastily tried to stop the young master's impulsiveness. However, before he could do so, Fenrir hesitated for a moment, and then his face turned extremely ugly, even revealing an uncontrollable hint of fear.

  The Night Blade Leopard Cavalry has arrived.

  Krasityi charged forward with a gust of wind, the spinning blade in his hand dancing through the air and leaving behind a smooth trail of silver light.

  Behind him, more than thirty elite cavalrymen launched a simultaneous attack, their whirling blades merging into an unceasing giant wave that ceaselessly pounded the soldiers. In an instant, the Flame Guard's formation was on the verge of collapse.

  "Lord Midy, give the order!" Krasite shouted loudly.

  "Full force attack." Midei replied directly, shaking off the fresh blood on the blade of his great sword.

  "Needless to capture alive?" The elf was taken aback, and when he rushed over, he had also been informed that there was a big shot here.

  "Take them alive if possible, but it doesn't matter if they get killed by accident." Medici replied calmly, "In short, there's no need to hold back, just fight normally."

  "Understood." Krasite nodded, recalling the orders Midy had conveyed through the crow earlier.

  The next moment, under the leadership of that giant sword, the spinning blade flew back and forth.

  "Mr. Fenrir..." Yan Wei took a step forward, his face turning ugly. It was unbelievable that the most elite troops of the Scarlet Flame Army were defeated in an instant. At this moment, he had already made up his mind to sacrifice himself and hold off Midie and the others.

  "Retreat at once, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and mobilize all the troops to protect me!" Fenril's face was deathly pale, his forced calm tone of voice trembling with a hint of weakness.

  Before Fenrir's voice fell, Middy had broken through the heavy knight's defense line again with the support of the elves.

  In an instant, the arch-enemies of past and present lives locked eyes, Fenrir felt as if he was facing a predatory tiger, the black-haired youth's razor-sharp gaze made him involuntarily think of the snow that had not melted for thousands of years on the Stru mountain range.

  Then Fenrir's last bit of pride was thoroughly shattered, he didn't say a word and turned to run.

  Abandoned his subordinates, abandoned the ridiculous idea of pursuing and killing Midei, just to survive, he fled without regard for anything.