Chapter 382 – Secret Sword (4)
〈… I’ll learn a lesson!!〉
The blue sweet potato raised its sword high as it built up its veins.
Your sincere desire to learn is fucking admirable. If it was like that normally, I wouldn’t have to go to work until the day off.
I don’t know if those bastards get weekend pay.
Keying-!
I opened Odin’s eyes, taking advantage of the reflection I had when the knight commander had just run away. The mana gathering at his feet was a familiar form. Is it the spring jump used by the Primor escort knight?
‘I’m thinking of making a dash. But it’s too slow to activate.’
Two seconds have already passed since the blue sweet potato raised the knife.
2 seconds. This too seems short, but it is a long time.
Just think what would happen if a major league hitter put down his bat and was left blank for two seconds. 2 seconds is by no means a short time.
In a real battle where victory and defeat were decided in an instant, in 2 seconds, more than 3 attacks flew in.
It’s more than fucking imaginable. Even impressive
Well, you have to hope for what you want from a bastard who undergoes supplemental training. At this level, there is nothing to catch Odin’s eyes.
In the third second, the sweet potato rushed. The speed was quite fast, but the technology that saw through everything was fast, but it was meaningless.
‘First of all, this technique.’
I put my hands behind my back and developed the master’s escape method I learned from Sister Heswald. It was a step that he realized how to use while hacking, and was able to use it in battle while avoiding Tyrsi’s space-cutting Mamamoo.
─Poof!!
Giving up the fight and going all-in for escape and evasion was worth it. As I dodged to the side, his sword cut through the air like Jammin mimicking Power Rangers.
The blue sweet potato, which had hit the ground with a sword, grabbed his numb arm and hurriedly turned to me. All of a sudden. It’s because you dash at a speed where you can’t even step on the brakes.
‘Where is this next?’
I threw a low kick at the dumbfounded blackhead. From the black magician Corutus, Parkuri——no, it’s a technique that has been honoured.
It is a kicking martial art in which a sword of mana is attached to the tip of the foot and a b-boying like capoeira is performed, but of course I did not intend to kill it, so this time I only kicked it without a blade.
─Jjoeok!!!
〈Quaaaaa that!!!
The tip of my shoe got stuck in the thigh of a blue sweet potato. It must have felt like his thigh muscles were splitting.
He couldn’t stand it and got down on one knee. It was like a knight signing an oath of allegiance. That’s shit It was the speed at which I was going to change the owner at once because I had given him some true education. I smiled.
‘Don’t make a fuss. The amount of mana used is similar to yours.>
I measured it by eye, but the amount of mana I was using now and the mana he had were similar.
There are several reasons for practicing mana egalitarianism, but the first reason was that if you win too overwhelmingly, it could be assault rather than sparring. Even if it’s a little bit of a bitch, it’s a knight of the elder’s house, but you can’t make him half-disabled.
And the other reason was that it seemed like it would be training for me if the level was similar. There’s no point in sparring when a bear really fights against a human.
Fortunately, he must have been very embarrassed to have fallen on his knee, and he, who was completely outraged, sincerely encouraged Ogi.
─Poof! Swish swish!!
I leisurely thought of something else while avoiding the orderly swordsmanship at intervals of a span.
The use of that sword technique has been handed down in the pipeline of the Absorption Great Law that connected me and the blue sweet potato. I begin to get a sense of what exactly the blade that the knight commander showed me and jumped out was.
‘Honey.’
Technology absorption rate is good. Don’t suck it down to the marrow like this.
It feels like practicing ‘transmitting knowledge directly to the brain through USB’ that I imagined while preparing for the CSAT in my senior year of high school. Well-developed magic is indistinguishable from science.
The blue sweet potato swung the sword again. It’s a knife that I’m swinging like a dick, but I felt like I was going to go to the middle of the day.
However, even though the amount of mana used was similar, the level difference between me and him was too great.
It was because the skills I had acquired were all special S-class martial arts, except for Beast Return. The level and efficiency of technology was the difference between heaven and earth, and I had overwhelming combat experience. Can you get hit by a blind knife?
I inserted my palm into the path of the sword as if clapping.
─Chaeeng!! The sword aimed at my shoulder was caught in my palm. It’s like being put in the jaws of an animal.
First of all, this is a technique copied from Corutus.
When he grabbed the knife with his bare hand, the blue sweet potato was startled and his breathing was disrupted. Of course, I couldn’t just block the iron, so this time I also put inner armor on my palm with the trick of blood magic.
And while I was using the blood magic attack anyway, I added the claws of beast return to the martial art like beast jaw and wielded it.
The identity of Yesugei could be discovered, so the flame was put out. To others, it will look like an ordinary sword.
Blood Demonic Art
Calamity End
─Kaang!!
When the top-notch martial art was added to the fisting technique of the blood mage, the iron sword snapped. ─Pangrrrr. The half of the sword, which spun sparks and spun, fell into the arena and made a metallic sound.
The red rain of Berlin acquired during his days as an adventurer.
At the end of the infinitely advanced technology, it gained power and strength comparable to that of an iron sword.
〈When it got caught in my hand, it was split in half with an iron sword and rummaged…〉
… Thump!
The moment I muttered, the black-haired knight fell forward, rolled his eyes, and passed out.
The pit of the leather armor worn during training was slightly dented. Breaking the sword and passing by, he threw a punch into the pit of the stomach with a spinal reflex. The reason is that he focused on combining martial arts and stabbed the gap without hesitation.
‘… I’m still clumsy too.’
I smiled bitterly. The opponent was too weak, so I won easily, but in my eyes, it was not good.
‘There were many loopholes in the connection between technologies.’
For example, escaping from master’s degree, which is the step of avoidance.
It’s a technique that can’t be used when attacking, but it was a fact that it was a chew OP mover.
I want to avoid attacks that are difficult for me to block with this and switch to a quick counterattack. Because I, who used to fight off strong opponents every day, finally got a proper evasion technique.
However, when actually connected, the movement is cut off. There is a big change in speed, and a gap is exposed. It’s similar to the feeling of not being able to drift and having to slow down when going around a curve.
Nord, the savage warrior, a bit of reflection.
‘It looks like I’ll have to train the mana-catheter in my body to use the aura anyway, so it’s a perfect opportunity.’
– Booung!! I swung my sword as if drawing blood from a sword.
Didn’t they have punching bags to use for personal training until the knight commander was called again? It was unexpected luck. It is more helpful than training alone as there is definitely an opponent who responds quickly.
Because if wives are the opponents, they can’t punch like this without hesitation. I smiled with a sense of accomplishment and waved to the other knights who were in despair for some reason.
***
─Stride, stride!
Gaius Ritter Bane was heading to the gymnasium with light steps for the first time in months. This is because it was confirmed that Primor’s pregnancy was not an accident.
It has been more than two months since his lord lost his son.
That wasn’t enough, so after the master’s death, his wife, Primor, burned with vengeance and even ran away. For the past two months, the people of the Armials family have had to be careful even walking down the hallway, as if walking on a knife edge.
But those gloomy times are over.
The only heir to this family died a tragic death. But at least he was able to leave his children to his beloved wife and respected father before his death.
The fact that Primor’s child was his biological child was confirmed by the testimony of the archbishop who had just visited from the Pomona Church.
Is it an exaggeration to say that the flower bloomed at the end of the tragedy?
The only thing left for Gaius was to help the householder not to face an external death until the child of Primor grew up.
His lord, Cornelius, also laughed with great joy. So Gaius was on his way to call him so that Nord would not be late for dinner with such a lord.
Of course, to put it bluntly, such a trivial call was far from Gaius’ job as a knight commander.
However, he was the one who had to support his master with all his might more than before.
He was Gaius, who thought that Nord’s opinion might be helpful in breaking down the wall that stood in his way, so he moved his steps to the gymnasium without any hesitation.
He wanted to ask the master Lee Sang-il, who was equal to him, about the achievements of the day.
‘How much did he see through my family’s swordsmanship?’
Gaius swallowed his mouth half in anticipation and half in worry.
A warrior who reached the level of mastery, like Gaius or Nord, could recognize the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy simply by looking at them.
It is something that can only be seen by looking down from a high place. If you can’t even do that, it will be difficult to become a Mithril class in the first place.
It was only shown briefly out of consideration for the opponent’s pride, but if Nord wielded his sword and reviewed Gaius’s open sample, he would easily guess what kind of swordsmanship would be derived from those seven postures.
‘If possible, I would like you to ask for a match with me instead of teaching me…’
That wasn’t a request Gaius could ask of a guest first. He licked his lips in regret as he walked towards the gymnasium, but stopped when he heard a loud shout from inside.
No, is this really a screaming sound?
As a master swordsman, Gaius quickly resolved the confusion, but the question did not disappear. He honestly felt more like a scream than a spirit. Even during self-denial training, such a terrible scream did not come out easily.
Gaius’ steps sped up spontaneously. Gaius, who hurriedly ran, witnessed a scene as shocking as the scream.
〈No. A Nord with a sword was sitting on the back of a low-ranking knight doing push-ups and shouting loudly.
