Reborn As Noble - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 )
Javier strolled through Akan Village, enjoying the peaceful moment.

The smell of freshly grilled meat filled the air, mixing with the earthy scent of the fields.

Children ran past him, laughing. Villagers smiled and waved.

For once—

Everything was calm.

But then—

A chill ran down his spine.

His enemy detection skill flared.

Danger. Close. Approaching fast.

Javier’s expression darkened instantly.

Without hesitation, he shouted—

“Liana! Gloria! Defend the villagers!”

Liana’s sharp eyes locked onto his, sensing the urgency.

“Young Master!”

Gloria’s calm demeanor changed, her hands moving to her hidden blades.

“What’s happening?”

Javier raised a hand.

“Get back! Just cover our people.”

Both maids hesitated for half a second—

But they obeyed without question.

Then—

A shadow loomed overhead.

From the sky, something descended quickly.

Someone.

With a loud crash, they landed just a few meters away from Javier, dust and debris flying up from the impact.

As the dust settled, Javier’s eyes narrowed.

A girl.

She stood up slowly, her body poised like a predator.

Her arms, legs, and part of her face had intricate patterns—ancient markings carved into her skin.

Not tattoos.

Amazarak markings.

Her eyes locked onto him.

A single Amazarak warrior.

Inside Javier’s mind, he analyzed the girl.

Her movements, mana flow, stance.

And the verdict?

She wasn’t strong.

At least— not as strong as the Sword Hero.

Javier’s lips curled into a grin.

“Heh… well, I was getting bored anyway.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement.

With a low chuckle, he tilted his head slightly.

“…So entertain me, girl.”

The girl’s eyes flashed.

She vanished.

A sudden burst of movement—faster than an ordinary warrior—

And she reappeared behind him.

Her kick came swift and brutal, aimed straight at his head.

Javier’s grin never faded.

With a casual motion, he raised one hand—

And blocked it effortlessly.

The moment he blocked her kick, the girl didn’t retreat.

She didn’t flinch.

She didn’t speak.

Instead—

Her aura erupted.

A surge of mana pressure surrounded her, causing the air to tremble.

Javier’s eyebrows raised slightly.

(Hoh… so she’s been holding back, huh?)

Yet—

Even as her power flared, her expression remained emotionless.

She still hadn’t said a word.

No battle cry.

No taunt.

Just pure silence.

(Weird.)

Then—

She moved.

Faster. Stronger.

Her feet dug into the ground, and in an instant—

She charged straight at Javier.

Her movements were refined, her control over her mana clear.

Javier’s grin widened.

His eyes shone with excitement.

“Oh! Magic close combat? Nice!”

For the first time in a while—

He actually felt like playing.

The girl vanished again, her movements faster and sharper.

She attacked.

Her fists blurred, throwing a rapid barrage of strikes, each aimed at a vital point.

But—

Javier just grinned.

His hands moved lazily, blocking every single punch with almost no effort.

Her speed?

Decent.

Her technique?

Not bad.

But to Javier?

Still slow.

His voice dripped with amusement as he smirked.

“Nice.”

He casually tilted his head to the side, dodging a straight punch with ease.

“…Errr, but still slow.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed.

She didn’t react to his words.

No frustration.

No emotion.

Just pure focus.

Then—

She jumped back, gathering mana around her leg.

Flames ignited, swirling violently around her foot.

She launched forward.

The flames roared, her attack powerful enough to shatter solid stone.

The villagers watching from afar gasped in fear.

But Javier?

He didn’t move.

He didn’t flinch.

Instead—

He reached out.

And with a single hand—

He caught her leg.

The flames licked his skin, but he didn’t even acknowledge them.

Then, without hesitation—

He threw her.

Hard.

Her body spun midair, crashing into the ground several meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Javier rolled his shoulders.

“Not bad.”

Then he grinned.

“But you’ll need more than that to entertain me.”

Javier smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

His hand rested on the back of his head, his posture completely relaxed—as if he wasn’t even in a fight.

With a mocking smirk, he tilted his head slightly.

“Come on, bitch. Use your real power.”

The Amazarak girl’s eyes flickered.

Her body tensed.

She moved.

A surge of mana surrounded her, boosting her speed even more.

With zero hesitation, she charged—

Faster. More precise.

Her fists and kicks flew, launching a relentless barrage of close combat attacks.

Each strike aimed to break bones.

Every movement refined and controlled.

But—

Javier’s grin never faded.

His body shifted slightly, dodging some attacks and blocking others—still looking completely unbothered.

He yawned.

“Aw~ come on~,” he drawled, voice teasing.

He tilted his head mid-dodge, narrowly avoiding a punch.

Then, with a smug grin, he casually added—

“Use a weapon too.”

Because honestly?

This was still too easy.

Javier let out a mock sigh, shaking his head as he effortlessly blocked another punch.

“I don’t know why you Amazarak think you can win every fight with just fists and close combat. Damn!”

His eyes glowed with amusement as he dodged another kick by leaning slightly to the side.

Then—he smirked.

“Is that your full speed? Come on! Too slow.”

The girl’s expression remained cold, but her attacks grew sharper and more precise.

She was pushing herself to the limit.

But—

Javier?

He was still just playing.

Then, suddenly—

He vanished.

A burst of wind filled the space where he stood.

The girl’s eyes widened as she lost sight of him.

Then—

He reappeared.

Right in front of her.

Their faces inches apart.

His expression?

A slow, mocking grin.

Before she could react—

He vanished again.

Then—he reappeared behind her.

This time, his face was serious.

Then—gone.

Now—to her left.

A raised eyebrow, a smug smirk.

Then—gone.

Now—to her right.

A look of complete boredom.

Then—gone again.

Reappearing at random places, each time showing a different expression.

Mocking.

Playing.

Taunting.

The girl’s body tensed.

Because she just realized—

She couldn’t track him at all.

Javier’s speed only increased.

A blur of motion.

Reappearing. Vanishing.

Circling her faster than her eyes could follow.

In between, his voice echoed, dripping with mockery.

“Come on! I thought you Amazarak were stronger!”

Another blur—he appeared behind her.

“Just like your warriors, right?”

Another burst of speed—he stood a few meters away now.

Then—

With zero hesitation, he tossed something onto the ground.

A small object.

It hit the dirt with a dull clink.

The girl’s eyes snapped down.

(That’s… our warrior’s…?!)

It was a necklace.

Not just any necklace—an Amazarak warrior’s token.

Made from the fangs of beasts, engraved with battle markings.

A warrior’s pride.

One of her own.

And Javier?

He just grinned.

His eyes gleamed.

“You all came here thinking you could do something to my people?”

He stepped forward.

His grin widened.

His voice—low, almost dangerous.

“Do you think I will let a banana produce fruit twice?”

A cold silence.

The villagers behind him shivered, not understanding the meaning—

But the Amazarak girl?

Her body tensed.

Because she knew exactly what he meant.

( End Of Chapter )