Solo Swordmaster

Episode #169. A dragon slashing sword.

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Awesome.

Hundreds of threads stretch out from the tips of fingers as white and thin as jade rings.

Threads containing psionics, stronger and more pure than hundreds of tolerable Seven Dragons combined, entangled in the air to form the shape of a tiger.

Two gigantic tigers spurring on the ceiling frame like living creatures.

Chew!

It was a single blade of light that pierced the two beasts that could have been torn apart even by a tank.

The skill of a person who reached the pinnacle of a sword, cutting off the heads of two tigers charging from the left and right with just one exit.

A thread that loses its shape and becomes disorganized due to its head being cut off.

But it’s an illusion.

The threads that seemed to be disorganized become intricately entangled again in the air, forming ten wolves in the blink of an eye.

As if following the leader’s command, aiming for prey.

Seven wolves rushing towards Limon in perfect order.

Four trying to hang on their wrists and ankles, two trying to headbutt their bodies back and forth, and one aiming for the neck to take their last breath.

Fighting.

But Limon is not shaken.

It spins in place like a top and cuts the four wolves in two.

Twisting her body at an angle and leaning back to avoid the two wolves’ torso headbutts, she slashed their throats by simply pulling her sword at an angle.

Then, aiming for an opening, he pierced the forehead of the wolf that rushed in.

steps at the same time.

blame blame blame

While Limon is dealing with the wolves, the three wolves that were trying to kill Tata are split apart, one at a time.

The threads that formed the wolf are entangled again to form a new shape, but Limon doesn’t care.

It just ran straight toward Ainsha, who was manipulating the thread.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t have time to create complex shapes against Limon, who rushed at him like lightning.

Ainsha created a thick barrier and five spears with the quickly drawn thread.

Barriers that could easily deflect shells blocked Limon’s path, and spears that could pierce even bunkers with a single blow aimed at vital spots.

Awesome!

But in the end that’s all.

It’s as if you can’t stop yourself with these improvised toys.

The moment Limon’s sword, which split the barrier with one sword, slowly drew a circle in the air.

Five spears suspended in the air like flower petals caught in a spider’s web follow the tip of Limon’s sword and are shot backwards at Ainsha.

Ainsha instantly dispersed the psionic and destroyed the window.

The response was swift.

But it wasn’t fast enough.

The moment Ainsha broke the window, Limon was already right in front of her.

The blade extended straight out.

The stabbing, which unfolded at a more terrifying speed because it was simple, dug into Ainsha’s thighs without leaving even a gap for the blink of an eye.

Kaaang!

What blocked the blade was the wide open hem of his clothes.

The cheap cardigan that Limon bought for 5,000 won, however, becomes an iron wall of Venus at this moment, blocking the Sword Master’s sword that can pierce even a 500 billion won warship.

Limon is not disappointed though.

As if he knew how to block it, without hesitation, he swung his sword again and attacked Ainsha.

The same is true of Ainsha not being shaken.

Against the terrifying storm of sword light, she brandished her cardigan with an expressionless face.

And so the brawl begins.

Papa baba bababat!

I wrapped my cardigan around the swinging sword to block it, and at the same time twisted my body slightly and aimed at Limon’s abdomen with my outstretched legs.

Limon exquisitely pulls out his sword from the tightly gripped cardigan to block the kick.

The moment you want to touch your feet, the swirling twist that permeates through the sword and tries to rip your wrists is dissipated with just a light flick of the tip of the sword.

simultaneous counterattack.

Dozens of sword strikes unfolded in succession while exquisitely avoiding vital points, aiming for parts that hindered movement.

Ainsha defends the attack reminiscent of a raging storm with her cardigan, while at the same time moving her psionics according to the fairy blue stream.

Kagaga River!

A cardigan that flutters like a winged fairy’s robe and bounces off a sword like a wave that pushes even a huge ship away.

With each collision, the sword gets faster and the cardigan’s sway becomes much bigger and stronger.

The moment the uproar reached its peak.

What came out of the cardigan was a psionic wave.

Taking advantage of the gap that Limon split it in the front, the tip of the cardigan swung like a wave hit her chest.

cooong!

It’s just a thin cardigan.

Limon was pushed away as if he had been hit by a mace by the psionics of the ironclad third class and the fairy blue class.

However, what appeared on his face was a cold smile, not a dismayed expression.

And one question pops into Ainsha’s mind as she looks at her cardigan split in half and her bruised blue arm with an expressionless expression.

‘why?’

Limon slashed his arm and even cut off his cardigan, aiming for the momentary gap of the attack by fusing the two types of psionics.

The workmanship was astounding, but not miraculous.

He is none other than a swordsman.

Because he was the greatest enemy of the Seven Dragons.

Nevertheless, Limon quietly opened his mouth as he saw Ainsha, who stopped moving at the question that he could not solve.

“You still don’t understand? Why can’t you read my future?”

“…”

Ainsha flinched.

Unlike his still expressionless face, Limon laughed at the reaction of his body that was so honest.

“No surprise. It’s just a simple trick.”

“It is nonsense.”

“No, that makes no sense.”

How can you block the foreknowledge with mere tips?

Ainsha’s subconscious objection was clearly denied, and Limon continued in a languid voice.

“This is the trick the Sword Emperor learned while fighting the seven dragons, your ancestors.”

“…!”

Maybe it’s because I heard something so unexpected.

The moment Ainsha’s pupils shook.

Limon mercilessly dug into the gap and swung his sword.

Even in the midst of agitation, Ainsha reflexively moved her body in response to Limon’s attack.

With one hand, he swung his half-remaining cardigan to strike the sword, and with the other hand, he attacked with countless beasts and weapons made of hundreds of threads.

While drawing an attack with a unique movement like drawing a circle, it spins like a whirlpool, counterattacks with kicks, and cuts off the flow.

The movement itself is mysterious.

It was the appearance of the strongest master of the White Dragon clan, who appropriately used all kinds of reason according to the situation.

However, Ainsha had no time to spare. No, on the contrary, beads of sweat ran down his expressionless face.

Read the future where your wrist is cut.

But it misses.

Read the future of hitting limon.

But it disappears.

Read the future that blocks sword attacks.

But it’s intertwined.

At first, I couldn’t see only Limon’s future.

The more the battle continues, and the fact that her future is clouded every time she gets Limon’s sword shakes her.

‘I don’t like it. It’s terrible.’

To her as a prophet, it is fear.

It was a more terrifying sensation than being blinded and deaf in real time and losing limbs bit by bit.

So it was.

It was the reason why Ainsha forcibly shook off Limon and raised the psionic power.

It’s not that I decided to make a decision quickly because it’s getting harder and harder to know what to do next.

The intense urgency to get rid of this feeling as quickly as possible made Ainsha go on an adventure.

Both hands are overlapped, and the psionics of the celestial netting type are applied to the cloth threads to give it shape.

By pulling the thread, the iron-wrapped Samryu (鐵袍長衫流) adds more strength than steel, and the pulled thread is bouncing to permeate the waves of the Fairy Blue Current (仙女波浪流).

Then, the middle of the thread is wrapped around the ankle to load the rotational force of the Spiral Chime Flow, and the softness of the Taegeuk Yuhaeng Ryu is added by stepping on the thread with the tip of the toe.

The moment when the five types of psionics were mingled with the thousand threads and repeated amplification after amplification.

From the entangled threads of cloth that crossed over a thousand times in the air, a single figure with pure white brilliance erupted like an explosion.

『Seventy-two kinds of martial arts, five seasons,

seventy-two kinds of martial arts, five martial arts,

reign of

the dragon king』

Kugugugugugugung.

It’s a wonder.

It is unbelievably delicate that it was made with only thin threads, but the shape of a white dragon filled the ceiling.

But it wasn’t just a beautiful ornament.

Psionic waves emitted whenever the shape of the white dragon wriggled, and the filming site shaking as if there was an earthquake proved that fact.

“Wow! what? Earthquake?”

“More than that, what is that? special effects? Was something like that planned?”

Maybe it’s because of the loud appearance and aftermath.

The moderators, staff, and audience members looked up at the ceiling, not knowing what was going on.

However, Limon was neither surprised nor embarrassed.

He just let out a laugh while holding the sword at an angle with both hands.

“It must be a dragon in front of me… It’s fun.”

long, long ago.

Geomje, the first sword master, fought against the seven dragons and the seven dragons that dominated the world almost single-handedly.

At that time, the biggest obstacle to the Geomje was none other than their foresight.

Because the foresight to find out where to run and when to attack has blocked the will to resist itself.

However, because of this, the Geomje could gradually learn how to deal with the foresight while repeating raids and escapes.

The trick gradually built up reason in the battle with the seven dragons and became a systemic technique.

“Then let me show you too.”

Face the dragon with the Sword Emperor.

Going through the same battlefield as Geomje.

A swordsmanship that only two disciples who were covered in dragon blood like the swordsmith could learn.

After that, no sword master dared to master it, and even so, one sword master died and only one sword master remembered.

The last disciple of the Sword Emperor awakened the swordsmanship, which was no longer passed down in legends, beyond the distant years.

“What is the sword that cuts the dragon?”

『Yam Dragon Kill Sword Original

斬魔龍殺劍 元祖 斬魔龍殺劍 斬魔龍殺劍 斬魔龍殺劍 斬魔龍殺劍 斬魔龍殺劍 元祖

Strikes and kills all the dragon’s offspring.

Dragon Kill』

And so, the wriggling dragon’s shape opened its mouth and flew towards Limon.

The moment Limon extended his sword towards the dragon’s shape.

―The future of the world has been split.

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“…!”

Ainsha held her breath.

It wasn’t just that the dragon’s shape, which had the power to crush even mountains, was being torn apart like meat being ground in a grinder.

Because only she could see what Limon was doing right now.

the future diverges

Two fixed futures.

Two imperfect futures into four.

Likewise with eight and sixteen.

Every time Limon swings his sword, his wisdom splits, and tens of thousands of hundreds of millions of futures rage like a storm.

‘This thing…’

Now what he’s cutting down isn’t just dragon form or psionics.

Just like when you destroyed Tata’s wisdom by building up processes and causes.

He read her thoughts, saw through her movements, and the reason of the sword he built up step by step became an overwhelming reality, cutting away the shallow future.

Ainsha finally understood.

The fact that foreknowledge didn’t work for Limon was too obvious.

There was no fixed future for him, who could create infinite possibilities just by swinging his sword.

realized at the same time.

This is exactly the sword of the sword.

That it is the sword that the superman, who took only two disciples to face the seven dragons and finally ended the age of bronze, created his own future.

Knowing that fact, her ancestors never confronted Limon and only ran away.

But when I realized that.

Limon’s sword, which had already split all the forms of the dragon, was reaching towards her.

The moment when Ainsha, overwhelmed by the sword of the absolute that cuts even the future, was about to face the blade without being able to resist.

“princess!”

Chow!

A figure came between her and the blade.

Red blood spurted into the air and soaked Ainsha’s hardened cheeks with her eyes wide open.