Chapter 782 – The Sword of the Breeze (1)
A girl standing still, blowing a breeze, without any magic or movement.
─Gulp.
However, the commander of the knights who confronted them stood firm.
That too is inconceivable. Even when I looked at it, there was no gap in the natural body of the girl with the sword roughly – the elder in the form. He even has some charisma.
Wouldn’t it be more so for those who know the season well that exudes from that posture?
〈… Cut in line.〉
Was it like that? Only Nefertiti murmured between the two, who had hardened like statues.
After her elder, her thousand swordsman, Aurelius responded to her pouting with her one step slow.
〈… Oh, sorry if I interrupted suddenly. Stop because the disciple seems to have hit a wall. It won’t be an apology, but why would you compete together?
Words that arouse the warrior’s sense of humor and interest at the same time.
Even the cold-hearted Nefertiti was tempted by the word ‘sweetheart’ not to fall over. Can you wager a fight where you won’t die even if you lose to a master who is stronger than me? I can’t miss the country either.
Our 4th Dimensional Lady who coolly replies OK to the Marquis who has the power to drive the Emperor by saying, ‘Did you help me?’. Well, if there’s a problem, I’ll take responsibility.
Starting with the declaration to fight together, Nefertiti and the Knight Commander adjusted their positions.
I didn’t know the technique properly, but I saw the knight commander move. Nefertiti did not concede players to him and actively stepped forward. A training whip tore through the air.
─Pang!!!
A plain leather whip. It was Nefertiti’s thing I got to train with me, but the whip that aimed at the body while tearing the wind was never seen as an attack during training.
It avoided vital points, but it was definitely a bloody attack.
The tip of the whip that made use of the increased mana became blurry and hit the Marquess’ shoulder.
– Empty!
However, the Marquis didn’t dodge and hit the tip of the whip right on the spot.
It might be a whip made of Wooshin’s leather, but an ordinary whip like that has no way to withstand their power. A whip that bounces in vain.
《Like a Serpent in the Desert (r-Hr.I ir.Kwi mi sA-tAn smt).》
Nefertiti chanted as if reciting a spell.
─Tsupat! The whip that had been crawling on the floor spewed out again.
Up, down, left and right, a total of 4 times.
Who in the world would consider that flashing speed and power to be whipping?
─Tu-tu-tu-tong!!
Marquis calmly bounced back. It was awe-inspiring how he calmly countered an attack that would crush a house-sized rock like garlic in a mortar with a wooden knife.
But Nefertiti didn’t stop either.
Fighting against each other—!!!!
There was no aura, but the increased mana covered half of the large gymnasium with afterimages of the whip at a level that even he could barely control.
It was as if a blender with a whip inserted into the gym was spinning at dozens of turns per second.
〈… A behemoth that can be seen?〉
‘Did you notice that now? Asshole. I gave up a long time ago and put it in my pocket.〉
‘It’s slow. Even realizing.〉
The knights who came to watch are on their way to Yamuchi again.
Constant onslaught. It was a series of feasts that did not even give the black magicians time to think about what they would do if left to their tricks.
When fighting with me, Nefertiti is mainly in charge of the rear check, but in essence, she is a warlock hunter. The whip ran wild from a distance closer than the wizard’s distance and farther than the warrior’s distance.
More often than not, when she fought her own way, the result was a violent onslaught of vengeance and anger.
Fran, who was wiping the sweat, almost missed the towel, but opened her mouth.
“Nor. Nefertiti, have you become stronger?”
“Because the amount of mana has increased.”
It was a natural calculation. Dana muttered intrusively, throwing off her armor.
“The power of one room, one room is always… Didn’t you feel better?”
“Uh. It’s not much different from when we subjugated Wooshin.”
Even our eyes have grown slightly. I nodded.
“Nefertiti is also a master. To the extent that mana has increased, your skills will not become stronger again.”
If you increase the amount of mana, the power suddenly increases?
From the beginning, it is said that there was room for growth in technology.
It also means that the technology was not perfected.
‘It’s nonsense.’
To a master who has awakened his aura, the word immaturity is far from related.
You’re not a guy like me who dug multiple wells.
Her skill, which had only been digging one well in her entire life, is already perfected. Level 10 in game. The skill experience bar is fixed at 0/0, so there is little room for it to become more powerful.
‘Because the essence is different from magic that becomes stronger by the amount of mana put into it.’
Looking at it this way, the amount of mana doesn’t seem to mean much to a warrior of our level.
But that’s a short-lived idea.
“There is a difference though. To save mana, to be able to shoot her savagery that she couldn’t use.”
That was the decisive reason.
The reason why increasing mana is an advantage.
‘There is no cooldown time for skills from another world.’
Although there is a concept of first deal and second deal, spells and recoil, many martial arts can be repeated.
Fran frowned.
“But if you use such a great skill… “
“Mana runs out quickly. So usually you can’t. How do you shoot a skill that consumes 20% of maximum mana? If you use it twice, the remaining mana is cut in half.”
Mana is the foundation of strength, a fuel tank, and a lifeline.
What if you’re riding a train? Without fuel, it’s just a bunker.
Even when humans run out of mana, their defense goes down.
Armor? If you just peel it off and pick it up, you’ll find it.
This was the reason why the victory plan when fighting masters could be summarized as ‘picking the lid on that bastard’s head with my skills’ or ‘picking the lid after running out of mana so they can’t fight’.
The strategy of the 99th battalion last time is an example of the latter.
‘Even if a master runs out of mana, she’s half a king.’
The master class is also a good dog that shines when mana runs out, and her impotence is 30cm.
Even a UFC champion won’t be able to beat an amateur if he runs three or four full marathons.
However, there are exceptions to this common sense.
The reason I was able to defeat the guys from the 99th Battalion.
The Marquis’ eyes widened as he parried the attack.
At first, it might be because Nefertiti, who wanted to test a radical onslaught against her without hesitation, did not drop her mana performance at all.
〈… I got this and that from my dad.〉
Daddy, are you talking about me? I smiled bitterly.
What happens to a warrior of our level when mana spikes?
‘What are you asking for granted? The amount of damage jumps.’
If the amount of mana increases by 3 times, the amount of damage increases by 3-4 times.
Can the result of the amount of damage be the same as that of a kid who mixes skills with normal hits and a kid who keeps shooting only high-damage skills? Since Nefertiti is a master, the gap is even greater.
Without any pre-orders, such as memorizing spells, he overdoes the seasons that are not inferior to high-ranking magic.
Enemy wasting my mana?
Fuck you. I have more mana than you guys.
You lose when you run out of mana?
So she won’t be bottomed out?
This is how I beat the enforcers of the 99th battalion who even caught master class monsters.
Here, Odin’s eye prediction with +α and Lalilura’s CC support were also available.
‘It has a lot more minerals and gas, and even turned on the map hack, but it’s a pity that I can’t win.’
Seasons polished. Massive mana.
In some cases, it is a power that may be superior to the master class with less mana.
In a sense, the pinnacle of strength that the Mithril class can reach.
Then, what should we call those who pass that strength leisurely?
With the tip of his sword, parrying the repeated blows that split the gymnasium with only the wind pressure, Marshal Marquis Aurelius spoke to the knight commander who was watching the onslaught.
〈… …〉
Nefertiti didn’t say anything or pour more techniques.
It has to be. I didn’t fight casually, so how can I get faster?
〈… I will learn a few things with my lacking skills.〉
The knight commander raised his sword in an upright position.
He wasn’t just playing. After seeing Nefertiti’s skill, he found an angle to cooperate with. Returning the whip, Nefertiti changed his attack method.
At that moment, the knight commander’s secret sword was sprayed at the Marquis who entered.
─Poof! I lifted the chin resting on my arm.
‘The mana of the wind?’
The swordsmanship of the Armials Knights that slashes!
There was a strong wind mixed with it. The direction I suggested a few months ago was completely melted into swordsmanship. That invincibility. It was truly admirable that he was a master.
Maybe that’s why the Marquis also snorted.
─That’s right! She approaches while dodging a slash.
‘Did they come out on the offensive?’
Nefertiti, narrowing his eyes, returned to check. That margrave is not even a pervert, it is a monster that received her onslaught by sealing the attack and only defending.
He thought that if the technique turned into an attack, he would not be able to withstand it.
‘That’s right. The whip wasn’t originally meant for defense.’
An opponent who knows the enemy’s skills even a little more is suitable for defense.
In other words, it was up to the knight commander. The arm of the Marquis, who was rushing forward, blurred. The Knight Commander parrying the shotgun thrust and then launching a counterattack. Perhaps because they fought with each other, their skills were more sophisticated. ‘Do you want to keep calling me that? Have you forgotten my name?〉 ─Chang!! Of course, it would be disadvantageous to compete with her on her proficiency. The knight commander’s counterattack was easily overturned, and the blade of his wooden sword stabbed his thigh as the swords intertwined. 〈Suck!!〉 It was then. The wind embracing the wooden sword blew in the designated direction, widening the close distance. Just the right distance to swing a sword! Is it a counterattack of a counterattack? The blade, which was sent out with a skill that was completely invisible with the newly created technology, flew aiming for the collarbone of the enemy that had been blown away by the wind.
-Tup.
And it bounced off the kicked toe so easily.
─Bingle. Those were the words of the margrave who kicked the sword while rolling over as if rolling sideways.
“… Did you miss Is it a coincidence? Hey, please explain.”
Dana shook my arm like she was going crazy with nervousness.
“It misses. You blocked it.”
It was as natural as flowing water, and it looked like it had accidentally been hit by the toe and bounced off.
To put it another way, it means that everything is being read.
〈… Whoop, whoop.〉
As he swung his sword, the knight commander sweated all over his body. It was clear to me that it was an engagement that was so heartfelt. I must have thought of winning the match on the first move.
It was worth it.
If you knew that skill well, you would have known that you couldn’t win even if you dragged it for a long time. Then, where should I look at my skills? It’s because the odds are the highest when I’m lightly careless.
But even that failed.
-Sureuk. Marquessman aiming a high sword vertically.
I noticed the presence of an elderly man standing behind the gymnasium. I didn’t know because I was concentrating, bitch.
Next to the elder was Primor with a child.
─Heh. The Marquis snorted and said,
〈… …〉
‘As the wind flows, as the heart tells’. It was your essence that made you a Mithril class. All the guys in this house are like that. Aren’t they idiots busy doing what they want to do?〉
Was it the realization that the knight commander had awakened to his aura?
Recalling Primor’s whereabouts, I involuntarily nodded.
Wasn’t that the case with the elders beating me up, sponsoring me, or helping Tyrsi?
For better or for worse, the people of Armials are true to their feelings.
It seemed that the commander of the knights who guarded them was also affected by it.
“Each person has their own climate. You should have made that flirtatious sword out of wind. Not really blowing air into the sword like an idiot.〉
… Hot.
I avert my eyes from the Marquis who has his back turned.
We didn’t even meet eyes, but it happened naturally.
‘I’m sorry. By blowing vain winds.’
Apparently, the knight commander’s sword became duller because I had blown in vain.
But since I was the one who tried to create such swordsmanship, wouldn’t it be my fault?
〈When the wind stops, it’s just extra weight.〉
The Marqueeback fired. Unlike when he praised Fran, it was a harsh comment.
“No matter how light it is, flab is flab. You can’t make a sword out of wind, but you’ve become quite arrogant to do the exact opposite. Did you ever think you could put nature in a single sword?”
〈… I’m sorry, Master.〉
Despite the criticism that made everyone uncomfortable, the knight commander did not blink an eye.
“Still, I thought this direction was the right one. This is the path I have chosen for myself.”
Marquis Marquis, a girl in a tailcoat, easily understood the harsh assessment as if it were a lie.
Or maybe he didn’t think he’d break his stubbornness in the first place. She raised her wooden sword to her face like her rapier, half-opening her eyes. 〈Trees that cannot be broken tend to be uprooted by storms. Please be careful not to lose your pride.〉 At the end of that declaration. Her offensive began. To put it another way, the fight is over. ─Bright!! Nefertiti, who was looking for a gap, opened another feast. When the combo attack didn’t work, she switched to a single shot attack. 〈There is a downside to fast and sophisticated technology.〉 Responding to that, the alter ego wrapped a sword around the tip of her whip. I had Odin’s eyes on, and it wasn’t that fast of a skill, so I could see it. The mana shimmering at the tip of the sword tore the whip and ground it like a dandelion seed pulled out by the wind. When the sword was threaded through, the blade flashed as if it were in full bloom. A sword attack that unfolds even without swinging. Power of the Heavenly Sword. It was a piece of miracle that defied common sense. ─Perfuck! A puck hitter who hits Nefertiti on the back with the handle of his sword while passing by. Our fourth-dimensional lady seemed to be thinking deeply, but her eyes slowly opened. ─Blow up. When she fell after fighting with all her might, both swordsmen extended their swords at the same time. Not to mention the results. 〈… Ku.〉 ─Tung-gang! The knight commander who lost his sword groaned. The first training a warrior receives is training not to close one’s eyes and not miss a weapon under any circumstances. For those who eat knives, it will be the foundation of the basics.
So, it couldn’t be said that it was a complete defeat.
He reached for the dropped sword, then paused as if admitting defeat.
The Marquis lightly shook his sword.
