Chapter 358 – The Descent of the Goddess (8)
For the warriors of another world, the amount of mana was a matter that determined victory or defeat.
In the 21st century, the more you use shells and bombs like water, the lower the death rate of soldiers.
Of course, that didn’t decide the outcome of the fight itself.
A master of martial arts can even sever a giant’s neck with a handful of mana.
It’s fucking damn sick, but Diavolo was a master of skills and mana superior to me. If you think normally, even if you hit it well, it’s not an enemy that I can win even if I increase the amount of mana a little.
If you think about it normally, that is.
─Quaang!!
As Diavolo and I exchanged her spear blades, mana exploded violently.
Me and the red-headed bitch bounced back after receiving similar shocks, but that bitch’s expression was much worse.
It’s already frustrating to fight an equal fight against an enemy who is clearly more cocky than himself. It’s the same as having a soul-to-soul match with a deep-sea user who is a game sucker in Ranked Game.
Diavolo swung his sword with a pickpocket.
Eyes full of murder stared at the mana coating of the beast receptacle as if tearing it apart. The color of her eyes is dripping with blood. Falling in love with my muscular beauty, is this bastard homosexual?
I smiled and fired a short shot.
〈… Aaaaa!!
Diavolo’s sword became sharper at my provocation. Even so, I can’t see any gaps, it seems that the real talent is the person who is talented.
Being a master of martial arts was a state that could only be achieved with unwavering self-confidence or talent.
And confidence and performance accompanied by skills lead to hypertrophied pride!
It was a provocation aimed at distracting his mind, but Diavolo, though angry, did not reveal any gaps.
Can not help it. It was an enemy that had a bad compatibility with my sub-passive, K-Padlip.
Telepathically pouring in like a rapid-fire cannon, I fired a spear and forced Diavolo to defend himself.
Diavolo counterattacked with superior technique and speed, but not often.
There are two reasons. The first was that he was a little tired from fighting Signatio, and the second was that the environment was different from before.
When Signatio and Diavolo were fighting, there was no time for the raid members who fell short of the deduction cut to intervene.
But this time it wasn’t a pure 1v1.
─Zeuong!
A pillar of ice stood between me and Diavolo. Tirsi followed this fight with her eyes and supported her.
Finally, Diavolo, who was wielding a sword on his left side, was accurately blocked by the pillar, and I pierced Diavolo’s empty left half with a spear.
─Pu-wook!!
My spearmanship, a combination of martial arts from the age of gods and ancient sorcery, worked even for a first-class master. Diavolo gnashed his teeth, bleeding. The more the bastard’s expression got worse, the more fun I felt.
‘The wound may be shallow, but I can’t give up on defense as long as I’m taking damage!’
I push Diavolo with extreme concentration.
There were times when I attacked and Tyrsi stopped moving, and Diavolo would also come to a halt.
It has to be. Aren’t there two enemies following his speed? Even a warrior who is told to be put in the world reveals his ability to cope when he is attacked.
That was lethal in a many-on-one fight.
The other escorts weren’t just sucking their fingers when that bitch’s movements became dull.
Watching me struggle, the wizards memorized their spells as well.
Those magics harassed Diavolo enough not to interfere with my attack, or gave me a weak level of strengthening buff, narrowing the gap between us.
Diavolo attacked me while chewing on the sparks that landed on his body.
However, there was a difference between doing even the weakest attack and not doing it. Isn’t there a saying in the stock market that when even ants gather together, they take down institutions?
Diavolo’s face was going white with so much fury now, but that was the end of the pointless provocation. I stopped my bullshit and put all my remaining concentration into the battle.
Fortunately for me, K-padlip didn’t work, but in other respects, the compatibility was good.
─Kagagak!
I blocked Diavolo’s sword with a spear thickly coated with Beast Return’s mana coating. Sparks flew, illuminating Diavolo’s distorted face.
Since acquiring the aura, that Seapallum must have never had such a hard time dealing with an under-level cock-me-down.
Even just wielding a sword is armor, it’s fucking, and everything is cut off, but what does it mean to say that it’s a trick or a technique?
It’s the same as if every piece is a queen in chess. Fighting according to the standard rules does not establish a battle.
‘Kingchi, but I’m far from the standard of a warrior like myself.’
I slid the blade and rolled my eyes wide.
Even if he used [Gerture] To root the old god’s mana in the body of the earth hero’s power, his physical abilities were comparable. However, even against Auras, the mana coating, which was thicker with runes, was not pierced.
In other words, it means that a normal warrior can overcome a difference in level that would take 1 second!
〈Suck!!〉
─Chwaaaaagh!
Diavolo skillfully climbed the spear and aimed for my hand.
I’m rolling my hair because this cut-throat cock-bap shack can’t be done with the regular method. I didn’t go along with it and violently cut the sword.
If that bastard had better skills than me, I had to make sure he didn’t save his enemy’s organs. Diavolo made an insect-bitten expression as if he noticed my thoughts.
‘The game is not about winning. I’m saying that the other person is pissed off.’
I, who practices the strategy learned in real battles since I was a child, and continuously develops Gertur’s herbivorous diet.
And since the provocation didn’t work, there was no reason to obsess over it. I gave up on verbal communication and opened Odin’s eyes.
In fact, I didn’t even think it was very meaningful. Even though that bastard was a warlock, he didn’t seem to be the type to use magic in battle.
That’s not particularly surprising. Magic in another world is a kind of study. There is no such thing as an excellent magician or a pro in combat.
‘… What?’
However, I had to be surprised for a moment to see the unexpected effect of Odin’s Eye, which I tried out.
And that surprise immediately turned to joy. I laughed fiercely and stepped on the advance with full power.
─Thump!
Seeing the foreshadowing of a powerful attack, Diavolo’s eyes lit up.
Did he think I was rushing into the match and revealing a gap? The guy performed an amazing swordsmanship that couldn’t be stopped even after watching it.
And, in line with that, mana moved in his body as well.
‘… See!’
Deutsch’s pair of eyes were reading the enemy’s movements.
──The master’s technique is like magic in itself.
Fully developed muscles are indistinguishable from magic. There was a fixed pattern in the techniques of the masters, like magic techniques. It is the ‘rule’ that reminds us of the notation of baduk or the move of a god.
Diavolo was a first-class master.
Even if the source of the swordsmanship was as cruel and wicked as the Japanese soldiers who honed their skills while beheading Koreans, the subtlety they obtained was real.
So, it is visible to this eye.
That magic-like movement of mana——the realization and essence of each technique—what Odin sees through the flow of magic is what he can see!
─Chaeeng!!
Diavolo put a knife through my neck with precision, but then I was stunned as if I had gone out of my way. It was because Beast Return’s mana had become insanely thick, and he was able to parry his attack.
Do you know how to stop an attack you can’t even see?
It’s just blocking without looking.
Diavolo opened his mouth, but it was not worth listening to the idiot’s complaints that he mistook it for a killing blow.
Since the defense was dedicated to mana coating, I was able to stab this mother-of-a-kind black knight’s gap with a lethal stab. The advance of the reckless advance unfolded as a thrust from the tip of the spear.
─Puffy!!
Just like that, the blade of my spear pierced one side of Diavolo’s chest.
