The Journey of a Traveler with a Shadow Treasure, Maybe This Was His Psychological Process

But courage alone wasn't enough.

The enemy wouldn't be merciful because of it.

As the attackers raised their weapons and charged at Caesar and his mother, the guards fought desperately to block them, but three broke through the defensive line, their swords and knives about to strike.

The very hair on their skin seemed to sense the sharp blades about to slice through tender flesh, skin, and bone.

Seeing this, Aurelia Cotta's Face Turned Deathly Pale with Fear.

However,

Finally—Night moved.

Although he didn't have his wooden spear, his combat ability had reached a new level after so many days of natural growth.

Inheriting Achilles' godlike speed, his legs exploded with terrifying power, propelling him forward like an arrow released from a bowstring!

In a blur, he reached one of the burly attackers, effortlessly disarmed him, and, in a swift motion, slit his throat.

With a sickening squelch, blood spattered everywhere.

The man clutched his gushing neck in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock: "... (You)!!!"

But his voice, reduced to a rasp by the severed vocal cords, could only produce a whistling sound.

With a heavy thud, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Before anyone else could react, Night swiftly killed two more attackers with rapid, powerful strikes.

The godlike speed resulted in equally rapid attacks, so fast that the sword's edge dulled after cutting through the two men.

By now, Night had reached Aurelia, kicking away another attacker who was about to kill her.

He then wrapped an arm around the beauty's slender waist and, with a graceful spin, struck down another assailant.

Fast, incredibly fast—!

Night's strong arm supported Aurelia, preventing her from falling.

Her ample chest heaved with the motion, creating a heart-stopping sight that no one could appreciate at that moment.

All eyes were on Night's powerful figure, captivated by his display of strength.

Everyone was still processing the terror of seeing Aurelia and young Caesar in mortal danger when, in the blink of an eye, this handsome young man had carved a bloody path through the attackers.

It was terrifying!

The formidable assassins, who even the Julius family guards couldn't stop, were effortlessly slaughtered by this handsome young man, like a wolf among sheep.

The onlookers were stunned, including the slave trader and the three Spartans who had been watching Night from the beginning.

Their expressions of shock and awe were as if they had witnessed a catastrophic natural disaster.

… Gulp…

One of the Spartans swallowed hard, suddenly remembering their previous thoughts.

Hadn't they believed that this excessively young noble was merely a pretty face with no real combat ability, unworthy of being their opponent?

Clang~!!!

Night hurled his longsword one last time, and before it was completely blunted and rendered useless, he managed to kill another strong man.

Indeed, he still preferred the spear.

Although he had learned how to use a longsword from Hector for a while, without the divine weapon concept of sword-type armaments, the strength he could exert was still limited!

If he had been wielding a spear, his efficiency would have been almost three times higher!

The enemies before him wouldn't have been enough; he could have dealt with them in an instant.

If the onlookers knew what Night was thinking, they would have been utterly stunned.

Three times faster?!

What kind of terrifying concept was that?

No, no, no, is this level of combat ability even humanly possible?!!!

Insane—utterly insane!

At this moment, never mind three times faster, the mere sight of what Night had just done was already terrifying everyone.

In his current battle, the enemy's blood splattered on Night's slightly cold and ascetic face, adding a raw beauty rather than appearing grotesque.

Aesthetic violence—simple, brutal, powerful, cruel, wild~!

Extreme speed and extreme strength!

It was as if people were seeing a majestic lion!

The surrounding crowd, after fully processing what they saw, didn't feel fear.

Instead, their eyes grew feverish, and the next moment, they let out crazed, excited screams.

The strong male pheromones in the air, combined with the screams around her, nearly pulled Aurelia into that frenzied atmosphere, her eyes turning slightly dazed.

Her face flushed red, and she barely managed to calm herself down, quickly expressing her gratitude: "Thank you, brave warrior! Please help me kill these attacking enemies. The Julius family will remember your kindness!"

Night suddenly smiled and said, "Is this how you thank me, madam?"

Hearing his words, Aurelia's face turned red, her swan-like neck and earlobes instantly blushing deeply.

Under the influence of the Romans' admiration for strength, if not for her age and the fact that she was already married and even had children, she would have been wildly infatuated with this strong and handsome man, akin to the sun god Apollo.

Ah~!

Such alluring words and a powerful posture, dazzling enough to make one's heart race, almost made her fall for it, reminding her of her younger days.

Luckily, at the crucial moment, Night grabbed Aurelia, breaking her train of thought.

The latter let out a startled cry, and the next moment, under the force, she crashed into him.

Her chest was immediately compressed and deformed.

Hmm, Night had tried—ah, it was infuriating!

He truly hadn't done it on purpose.

Well...he wasn't particularly fond of Aurelia; she wasn't his type.

But Night wasn't the type to take advantage and then act innocent.

"Apologies, madam... The situation is urgent, please forgive my rudeness."

"I forgive you, brave warrior!!" Aurelia said, blushing.

While Night and Aurelia were interacting, young Caesar on the other side saw this scene and his face darkened instantly.

Before he could say anything, Night had already released Aurelia and turned to face the enemy.

Seeing that he wasn't acting improperly, Caesar's expression improved slightly.

Well...he was well aware of his mother's charm.

Countless men wanted to climb into her bed.

Night's calm and genuine release didn't seem like an act, indicating that the earlier incident was indeed an accident.

Despite the earlier scene that had displeased young Caesar, he was quite impressed by Night's displayed prowess.

That kind of martial skill—utterly monstrous, like a hero from ancient Greek epics brought to life, instantly forming a vivid image.

.

.

.