Solo Swordmaster

#Side Story 33. A fate trampled upon, a blooming flower (7)

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Kwaang!

That moment.

Limon reacted immediately.

The entire process from drawing the sword to swinging it is literally a split second.

Even by the standards of a sword master, it was amazingly fast in that it contained the sword’s will in just a split second.

Thanks to this, Limon was able to cut down the driving snowstorm of absolute zero in one go.

But his face actually became hard.

It was not because Joan of Arc’s wish, which she had promised to grant if she lost in this competition, was absurd.

The swordsmanship used by Geomhwa.

The frightening speed of manifestation of sword will.

Above all, the hardness of the snowstorm is heavier than you can imagine.

As a swordsman, Limon felt an instinctive sense of tension.

But before he could react.

Joan of Arc was already changing the sword style of the dragon sword that was moving slowly.

Twist your waist.

Attach the sword paper to the sword body and

pull the sword back as far as possible.

Release the twisted waist in the opposite direction and extend the sword that was pulled in a straight line again.

―As if throwing out a spear.

『

Thorns That Pierces Death

Dead Flower

Valhalla

』

Paaaang!

Space is pierced.

It’s pierced. It’s pierced.

Every moment the sword is extended.

From the next space to the next space.

What is thus completed is a realm of death covered with pierced space.

Like vegetables sliced thinner than paper.

Divided into units smaller than a fingernail.

However, with that alone, the entire world is covered with hundreds of blades imbued with a poison that can kill even a sword master with just a glance.

The reason Limon was able to survive was because he reflexively pulled away after seeing Joan of Arc’s posture.

Her sword was so sharp and precise that if her reaction had been a little later, she would have suffered a wound or two.

But that was just the beginning.

Suddenly.

Dreams are being cut down.

Like being drunk, a mysterious sword attack that makes it impossible to tell which is a dream and which is reality mixes with mental perception and engulfs one’s consciousness.

Crumbling!

The streets are being cut down.

Numerous rocks and debris that had been thrown up to the sky by telekinesis rain down like meteors, causing a tremendous impact.

Coo!

Contradictions are cut away.

Her physical abilities have been strengthened beyond measure through the power of bio-manipulation, and her sword draws an impossible path and targets vital points.

Faaah!

Cause and effect are cut.

The moment every attack he wields unfolds, it turns out that he was attacked first, forcing him to go on the defensive.

Just a few minutes at most.

In the meantime, he managed to block all the various sword techniques and swordsmanship that Joan of Arc used in succession.

Limon, who jumped back and widened the distance, looked at her with an extremely stern face and softly opened his mouth.

“…You have mastered all the sword skills of your juniors.”

“That’s a new thing to say. “I think even you, teacher, can do this.”

“It’s possible.”

Limon calmly admitted.

In the first place, not only other swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but also swordsmanship.

The Sword Master is something that can be learned just by looking at it once.

It was not strange at all that Joan of Arc, who had spent a long time at the Sword Tower like he did, learned all the sword skills of her juniors.

…okay.

That is, as long as it is acquired.

“I’m not confident that I can do it as perfectly as you.”

“Hehe, those are words of high praise.”

“This is not excessive praise. “It’s an objective evaluation.”

That was why.

Limon had no choice but to make a complicated expression.

The perfection and skill of the sword used by Joan of Arc is such that it is difficult to believe that it originally belonged to another sword master.

Even he, who had been training for hundreds of years, could not handle his disciples’ sword skills so perfectly.

What kind of struggle are you going through?

Because of how much training you have done.

Was it possible to complete a sword like that?

It was hard to even imagine.

“It wasn’t that difficult.”

Joan of Arc read the complex emotions in his gaze and smiled.

And as if remembering something.

He continued speaking while looking into space.

“Junior Asha admired you so much that he wanted to be with you forever, even if it meant stopping time and changing the world.”

“I understood that affection.”

“Vlad junior wanted to get his family back through space and beyond.”

“I also sympathized with that obsession.”

“Junior Suri wanted to live in a happy dream rather than a cold reality.”

“I had that dream too.”

“Junior Billy wanted to become a hero because he respected and admired his teacher more than anyone else.”

“I acknowledged that envy.”

“Junior Gandhi loved peace more than anyone else, but he was not afraid to fight to achieve peace.”

“I also had that contradiction.”

“Junior Adolf believed that the current human race was so weak that eventually only perfect humans would remain in the world.”

“I achieved that belief.”

His own best disciple.

She is the patron saint of Sword Tower.

As humanity’s last survivor.

Training swords with my juniors.

Protecting the world.

fought.

After recalling each memory one by one.

She slowly lowered her gaze again and looked directly at him.

“So, teacher. “You’d better give it your all.”

“….”

“-If you take care of yourself and one of your limbs falls off, it will be very difficult for you to stay here.”

Of course, even if that happens, there is no need to worry because we will help you so that you do not feel any inconvenience.

Grinning.

With a gentle smile.

However, Limone, who had been staring intently into her eyes that were so deep and dull that he could not see the bottom, eventually nodded.

“Don’t worry. Because that won’t happen.”

“Then I’m glad.”

He seemed genuinely relieved.

In contrast to Joan of Arc, who had a deeper smile, Limon had no expression on his face.

The two priests facing each other swung their swords again at the same time, as if they had made a promise.

And then…

disaster began.

Crumbling!

Snowflakes soar upside down.

The dark clouds in the sky part.

The avalanche that had been rolling in like a tsunami evaporates in an instant.

It is not a huge mountain, but the entire mountain range shakes and changes the terrain.

Without the slightest exaggeration, two swords intersect in a fierce battle that shocks the sky and shakes the ground with just the aftermath.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gang!!!

The dragon sword is pushed away.

The strong magic sword bounces out.

When an instant’s sharp sword is overtaken by an extremely dull sword.

The destructive heavy sword destroys the contradictory strong sword, but gets lost in the dazzling illusion of the sword, and the counterattack launched by the exquisite half-sword is lost to the beautiful sword.

It’s truly amazing. It was a sword fight that any swordsman could not help but admire.

Even the Sword Master.

And Limon was no exception.

‘-strong.’

Of course, there is no such thing as a weak sword master in the world.

They were the ones who saw the tip of the sword and could take his life at any time if they let their guard down for even a moment.

In the end, it was largely thanks to his experience and compatibility that Limon was able to win and survive while fighting other sword masters over the past hundreds of years.

While it was rare to be outnumbered against any sword master thanks to the dragon slayer’s sword skills.

This is because he was able to gain an upper hand in most battles by acquiring and training various sword techniques.

This was possible because he had trained thoroughly for hundreds of years to deal with the Sword Master since his life-threatening battle with the Sword Demon.

That’s why this moment.

Limon could not help but be amazed.

Even among the 13 swords, only the three based on the dragon slayer sword can produce full power.

This is because Geomhwa fully reproduces the power of as many as six swords and is used in exquisite fusion depending on the situation.

She was even using the power of the Dragon Sword to mix her own swordsmanship with psionics.

Even though he had reached the ultimate level of sword skills, he could not easily gain the upper hand.

Especially since the sword is still changing.

Papa papa papa pap!!!

More profoundly.

More complicated.

More clearly.

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions.

The more the swords intersect, the more the opponent’s sword skills develop, and they develop their own swords to destroy each other’s swords.

A complex battle where one misjudgment could cost you your life is even more enjoyable because it is so risky.

It’s instinct.

Who is the opponent?

Whatever the situation.

In a fight that risks one’s life at the point of a sword, in conversations between swordsmen, and in one’s own development.

As a sword master who felt great joy more than anything, it was an unavoidable fate.

‘But I feel lonely.’

But at this moment.

He felt no joy.

Sword righteousness is the sword master’s life and will itself.

Obtaining the sword spirit of another sword master is only possible if you understand that belief and the pain of life.

How painful it must have been for her to go through the same pain as the priests and sisters to learn the sword skills and to train it to this extent.

It’s a pity just to think about it, and

the more I mix up the swords, the more I feel sad.

Gradually it becomes familiar.

Gradually becoming unfamiliar.

Her swordsmanship.

While I miss you.

Unfortunately.

Sorry.

It was so heartbreaking that I couldn’t even feel the joy I should have felt, whether as a sword master or a teacher.

Because he never taught her that way and never wanted her to be like this.

What he wanted was just…

“….”

That moment.

Limon paused.

During the battle with the Sword Master, there was a huge gap.

Nevertheless, as a result of his thinking, he managed to block Joan of Arc’s sword without even getting a scratch.

‘…is it.’

Joan of Arc, to be exact, looking at the sword she unfolds.

He finally realized.

understood.

‘Is that something like that?’

Quang!

That was why.

The reason why he stopped the sword fight by swinging his sword violently and began to increase his sword fighting skills by increasing the distance between her and her.

Joan of Arc did not bother to chase after Limon.

As if he had been waiting, he just raised the power of the dragon sword along with his sword.

And so the gazes of the two sword masters crossed.

The moment when the two divine swords and demonic swords, the Kang Demon Sword and the Dragon Sword, which were created as a pair, were finally swung after a strong vibration.

『Yam Dragon King’s Sword, Il- ui

(魔魔龍王劍 一義) The King’s

Sword

that rules over dragons (龍王之劍)』

Pugh!

Heaven and earth are shaking.

With a platinum glow.

The eerie sound of cold metal digging into flesh echoed…

…and silence swallowed everything.

As if the fierce battle from before was a lie, all the noise disappeared and only snowflakes fell quietly in silence.

A voice flowing softly.

“Why…”

he suddenly said.

Drops of blood are falling.

Blood-red flowers blooming on snow.

And looking at the source, she asked with a trembling voice.

“You didn’t cut me?”

“Then why didn’t you try to block my sword?”

“….”

“…also.”

Just before clashing.

I took off the sword that I had pulled up.

Looking at his student who tried to hit him defenseless with his full force.

Likewise, the teacher, who took the sword from her with his bare hands, not only withholding his sword but also his sword, continued bitterly.

“You wanted to die by my sword.”