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Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

Chapter 212 Aggravating Opponent
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After being separated from his team, the man rushed toward a certain cell of the Imperial Prison's maximum security. The bodies of a few guards were scattered around the floor as a result of their deviance toward the man. Even the jail warden, who was over Level 500, was thrashed by the man.

After beating some guards, the man finally reached his destination. He approached the door of that cell and grabbed the bars of its vision panel. From there, he saw the one who was detained in it sitting on the bed and looking at him in the eyes, visibly shocked.

"Sabrina..." 

"Mordred...! What are you doing here?"

The woman with wheat-blonde wavy hair behind that metallic door, Sabrina, asked that question to the man with gray dreadlocks, whose name was Mordred.

Both of them were the heads of some divisions of an underground organization, the Five-Headed Hydra. Mordred led the manpower division, while Sabrina managed the human trafficking and black market divisions simultaneously.

However, a few months ago, the base of the human trafficking division was suddenly raided by the authorities. Many goods were rescued, and all those responsible were arrested, including Sabrina.

"I am here to save you, Sabrina."

"What?" 

As soon as he said that to Sabrina, Mordred cast a few enhancements on his body.

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"Folded Strengthening. Herculean Strength." 

Once his strength had been buffed several folds, he then added a basic strengthening skill to increase his raw strength even further. After that, he firmed his grasp on the bars before he pulled them.

Clank. Clank. Clank.

Instead of the door, the metal bars of the vision panel were detached from it. But Mordred took no need of it and put his hands on the panel and attempted to pull the door itself. And as he did, the floor shone, and Mordred knew it was the work of Bruxo.

"Hmph!" 

The doors and frames of the maximum security compound were made out of durable materials such as mithrill alloy. Each was magically locked, and only the warden could open it. But he was unavailable, and Mordred had to do it by himself with brute force.

Even though Mordred was formerly a Supreme Rank adventurer, he still needed to buff himself up to break one of those doors.

Screech. 

The door then ultimately separated from the frame and was pulled out by his hands. Mordred tossed the door aside before entering the cell. Once he got closer, he took a glance at her neck and saw a metallic collar around it.

That collar was actually a magic item that was issued to all of the prisoners. It blocks the wearer's mana flow, which prevents them from casting magic as well as activating low-level skills.

But Mordred could not just forcefully break it, since doing that could hurt the wearer. He just had someone from the organization remove it from her once they got back.

"Let us get out here together, Sabrina."

Mordred drew closer to her before grabbing her wrist and turning around.

"Did Sir Kolben order this?" She asked. 

"Frankly, Sir Kolben opposed my request to save you."

"So you did it by yourself?"

"No, I have the others with me."

"What are you thinking?! Not only did you disobey Sir Kolben, but you dragged the others as well!"

Mordred and Sabrina were not just colleagues; they had been in a relationship as well. When Mordred heard the news that Sabrina had been arrested, he got furious and frustratedly demanded that their very leader, Kolben, set her free.

Although they had the capability to do so, Kolben flatly rejected the idea since invading one of the most important would cause them massive losses compared to the gains. But Mordred could not just accept it, and he even thought that Kolben had been disposing of Sabrina.

"It doesn't matter now; what is more important is that I have to set you free."

Mordred pulled her out and made an exit from the cell together. However, as soon as they got out of the room, they were greeted by two individuals outside. It was a pair of men and women, namely, Michael and Uriel.

But in contrast with their young looks and ages, Mordred could instinctively perceive that they were more than they appeared.

"So you two must be the ones to defeat them, huh? However, your journey ends here." 

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Mordred immediately drew out his eighty-inch Orichalcum Zweihänder, a large two-handed sword, from his back and swiftly dashed forward. Michael got his eyes wide for a split second and was surprised by his speed, contrary to his seven-foot-tall, robust, and bulging body build.

But he was still able to read his movements and quickly crossed his saber with his sword. However, Michael did not expect him to be much more powerful than he could imagine, even though he did not use any techniques.

"Ack?!" 

Michael truly underestimated him based on his stats, but he did not hold himself back either. Even still, his body could not contain all of Mordred's sheer power, and Michael was sent flying due to the momentum of Mordred's heavy sword.

"Micha—?!" 

Uriel, who was still in her assassin mode, instantly stepped back in order to avoid the Zweihänder that was swinging at her. Even though the caster was knocked out, the Anti-Magic Field was still activated, and Uriel had to allocate her stats to fill up her current battle insufficiency.

Once he comically landed on the floor, Michael quickly got up and attacked Mordred with a technique. He instantly realized how dangerous Mordred could be and wanted to end it immediately.

"Hundred Slice!" 

Michael executed a powerful sword art and slashed his blade a hundred times, directing each of them solely at Mordred. However, after seeing that, Mordred just smirked and slashed his sword several times.

"Folded Slash." 

Ching! Ching! Ching! Ching! 

To fight against a hundred, Mordred countered with a dozen. He was so precise that each slash of his sword intercepted many strikes from Michael. Sparks of sword strike lit up the corridor until their blades clashed last.

"My turn." After the sparkling deflections, Mordred took a stance and bent his knees. "Hundred Slice."