Chapter 480: 468 Gale Swordsman_1
Otto had no intention of concealing his tracks, or to put it another way, he basically felt too disdainful to do so in his current state.

Even more, his appearance was quite ostentatious, with his enormous dragon body crushing many of the Eastern Empire’s tents.

From the continuous screams, it seemed that many unlucky people hadn’t had time to evacuate from their tents.

Though it was pitiful, Otto didn’t care; after living in this world in such a manner for so many years, he was no longer the same person from another world.

At this moment, a large group of potbellied noblemen and their gorgeous families ran out of the tents around Otto, screaming.

It seemed that those who stayed here in the rear were mostly this kind of people.

However, there were naturally some exceptions, and now Otto’s gaze was firmly fixed on a tent in front of him.

This was the target of his trip.

With the commotion Otto caused this time, it was impossible for the other party not to notice him.

Several people who looked to be of high status had already run out of the tent, but it was obvious that the main target was still inside and hadn’t shown himself.

Otto looked at the tent in front of him with interest, then spat a scorching fireball to the side, turning the nearby area into a terrifying sea of fire.

Under the reflection of the flames, a seated figure could be vaguely seen in the tent.

The figure seemed quite calm, but if he continued to have no reaction, Otto’s next fireball would not miss.

But it seemed Otto didn’t need to do that, because under the reflection of the flames, he could clearly see that the seated figure in the tent was slowly standing up.

At his waist was a rather odd, curved longsword.

At this moment, the figure in the tent stood up completely, his right hand already on the hilt of the sword.

“Whoosh!”

With a few sounds of breaking through the air, Otto squinted at the tent, his expression somewhat solemn.

Before he could see clearly what was happening, the tent shrouding the figure was cut into pieces by the raging sword aura.

The man with the sword remained in his previous battle stance, not even changing his grip on the hilt.

As the wild sword aura dissipated and the fragments of the tent scattered everywhere, Otto finally saw the man’s face clearly.

He was a tall and lean man, his messy long hair casually draped over his shoulders, his eyes closed with a layer of thin, scattered hair across them.

At a glance, apart from the weirdly curved longsword, this distinctive man wore only a loose gray robe.

Aside from that, he had nothing else, not even shoes, his bare feet stepping directly on the rough sandy ground.

Despite his simple attire and thin figure, the man’s mere presence exerted a sharp aura that Otto could feel.

Although he was human, he didn’t quite feel like a human to Otto.

Rather than his human appearance, he seemed more like an exceptional divine sword that had been unsheathed.

“Interesting…”

Otto suddenly laughed: “I really didn’t expect that there would be such a powerful person like you in the Empire, besides Dudley.”

Hearing Otto’s words, the man’s body slightly trembled, still keeping his eyes closed but bowing to show respect to Otto.

Then, he introduced himself: “Gale Swordsman·Endo, I am far from enough when compared to the Guardian of the Empire!”

“I don’t think so!”

Otto sneered: “In my opinion, you are much stronger than Dudley. At least when you saw me, you didn’t choose to surrender at the first opportunity!”

Endo didn’t respond to this, but in his heart, he also looked down on Dudley’s surrender without a fight.

As for Otto, the rumored Silver Dragon Lord, he had some understanding of him.

But in his impression, the Silver Dragon should not be as powerful as it appeared now, and the Eastern Empire had even cooperated with the Land of the Soaring Dragon for a while.

Even now, the Eastern Empire still maintained a certain trading relationship with Caran, and those novelties from the Land of the Soaring Dragon were very popular among the aristocratic circles.

However, setting aside these matters, facing the Silver Dragon up close, Endo felt immense pressure.

Feeling this terrifying pressure, Endo gradually began to understand Dudley’s feelings back then.

He honestly started to doubt whether the Empire’s intelligence agents were all just useless people drawing empty salaries.

However, thinking about it at this time was useless. Endo didn’t think that the Silver Dragon came to him just to have a chat about life and ideals.

From the beginning, his hand never left his sword hilt.

Under Otto’s terrifying pressure, unknowingly, he had already pulled out a sliver of the blade.

A dazzling sword light suddenly leaked out from the junction of the scabbard and the hilt, apparently, this oddly shaped longsword was not ordinary.

Otto noticed this subtle movement and then looked at Endo with interest, saying indifferently, “So, do you want to try? You know, even Dudley didn’t dare to do this.”

“I have a mission I must complete!”

Endo’s words sounded extremely firm, and at the same time, he slowly crouched down, adopting a sword-drawing stance that Otto had never seen before.

“Then let me feel how much you value your mission!”

Otto stared at Endo with his crimson eyes and suddenly shouted, “Come on!”

With that, the entire area around Endo was swept by fierce winds, and in an instant, he disappeared from his original position.

Endo used his actions to respond to Otto.

His movements were very fast, and in an instant, he had jumped above Otto’s head.

A series of sword lights flashed, and in a split second, he had slashed and stabbed the same point on Otto’s forehead multiple times.

At the same time, the wild winds surged, picking up countless leaves and fragments of the tent.

As he fell, Endo stepped on the drifting leaves and fragments in the air with one foot, propelling himself upward to jump again.

Then he once again raised his body and attacked the same point on Otto’s forehead several more times.

Afterward, his body moved through the air on the drifting leaves, attacking the same spot on Otto’s forehead multiple times with each leap.

His speed was truly fast; even Otto couldn’t track his figure in the air with his eyes alone.

Endo, just like his title of Gale Swordsman, was indeed a man like the wind.