Solo Swordmaster

#286. please don’t

It was so strange, he thought to himself.

deep too.

Be firm.

while intense.

passing through life.

delicate though.

soft.

pure.

It wasn’t just a sensation that was hard to define.

After fighting the Seven Dragons for hundreds of years, I finally felt the psionic aura for the first time.

The irony that it was the essence of the eighth psionic that the Seven Dragons had been searching for so much complicated my mind.

but right after that.

Limon forgot his disquiet.

The important thing now is how to use this to save Maia.

Because there was no time to be immersed in useless feelings.

‘This power…’

Like when drawing out a sword.

Or as a trick to use the power of the stars.

Limon, who tried to draw the current, soon realized one thing.

‘I can’t handle it on my own.’

It was also a problem that most of them hardened and became like fossils over a long period of time.

However, the biggest problem of all was the tower of swords that was stuck in the middle of the flow.

The Dragon Slaughter Sword, the base of all of his.

The swordsman who faced and rejected the dragon was suppressing the psionic power of the dragon.

‘If I use the seventy-two types, is it possible to use them forcibly?’

A bigger problem was that his sword doctor was somewhat compatible with psionics.

Like an old tree rooted in a rock.

Or like a pillar built on a rock.

His sword was made more solid because it was grown on the basis of hardened psionics.

To the point where even waking up the psionics could destroy the swordsmanship that had been built up for hundreds of years.

Besides, it was useless to take such a risk.

I don’t know if it’s a physical wound.

Rescuing Maia, who had already reached the end of her life, was impossible even with the immortal Qigong, the most specialized in recovery among the seventy-two species.

‘If it doesn’t work with the 72 types…’

After thinking that far.

Limon opened his closed eyes.

And Li Qingyu standing in front of him.

To be precise, before I knew it, I saw the box she had politely held out with both hands.

“…Did you know it would be like this from the beginning?”

“No, it was just in case.”

“It’s good that you’re thorough.”

With a wry smile, Limon carefully laid Maia on the floor.

and opened the box.

Could it be because of the magic power that the archwitch and the saint instilled?

Or is it because it is Seven Arcs?

A deep-dark violin that maintains a lofty figure alone even in this space where everything is destroyed by poisonous air.

before holding it in your hand.

Limon hesitated.

When he tried to move his right arm, the excruciating pain surged up.

Well, it was unavoidable.

In response to Maia’s attack, his right arm is in a state where all the bones from fingers to shoulder are broken and even muscles are severed.

For a normal person, the pain alone would have been enough to pass out already.

To play the violin in this state was reckless.

But Limon didn’t let go.

Wooddeuk.

grit your teeth

forcing the pain

Even with the sound of bones breaking with each movement.

He placed the gear nose violin on top of his right shoulder and secured it with his chin.

But that’s the limit.

Even Limon, who had superhuman willpower and perfect control over his body, couldn’t help but feel his right hand holding the violin tremble.

Nevertheless, on top of Limon’s hand, who was trying to forcefully support the violin.

A slender hand stretched out from behind.

overlapped gently.

“…Princess, this is what I have to do.”

“yes. This is something only a swordsman can do, and it’s something a swordsman has to do.”

nodded slightly

Still, don’t let go.

Fixing the violin with that slender arm.

“But even if I’m a reserve, I’m a swordsmith’s bride.”

The couple are united.

Even though he can’t replace Limon’s performance, he still wants to help support it.

Even though it would be painful just to breathe in this terrible miasma, take a moment to look at the girl who smiles and speaks.

“Okay then please.”

Limon finally laughed.

in the pouring rain

Leaving the support of the violin to Li Qingyu.

Holding the bow with his left hand instead of his unnatural right hand.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a mess with only the swaying fingers barely resting on the strings.

It was a sight that Julia, who taught him the violin, would vomit cursing at him, asking if he would be able to play in that state.

But this is not something you can do.

It is something that must be done.

So the moment when Limon, who was in a messy position, slipped his bow through the pouring rain.

Gee ying.

Fingers stop shaking.

A single melody echoed through the jungle.

* * *

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Fiddle on the left to the right.

The bow held in the right hand in the left hand.

Playing left and right in reverse is inherently absurd.

It was an act that would have been fortunate for even the most skilled musician not to have made noise, let alone play properly.

It’s even more to do it while being intact in the pouring rain.

Even so, there was no shaking in Limon’s performance.

For him, a sword master before being a musician, it was easy for him to do what he used to do with his right hand with his left hand.

The problem was the right hand itself.

For a violinist, the hand holding the violin is not a simple support.

It is another musical instrument that plucks, presses, shakes, and plucks the strings to create a deeper and more dazzling tone.

In that sense, playing the violin while losing the use of one hand was as absurd as riding a bicycle with one wheel missing.

Gee ying.

Nonetheless, at this moment.

Limon’s hand moved without hesitation.

The curse on the violin didn’t force me to move my hands.

It was the result of suppressing all the pain and controlling his hands perfectly with his own will.

Teeing.

The index finger does not move.

If so, stop instead.

If you have a broken bone and it is difficult to apply force, you can forcefully snap your fingers by stiffening the muscles.

What if even that muscle is cut off and doesn’t move?

Does not matter.

In order to use it at times like this, he had been practicing swordsmanship for hundreds of years without a break.

『Yam Dragon Kill Sword Secret Technique

斬魔龍殺劍 祕術

The shapeless sword is invisible.

無形劍是隱形的』

It uses a black sword that can cut enemies even 100 paces away by manipulating a thread over hundreds of meters with just fine senses.

Make your muscles a thread.

Make your nerves your sword.

The fine recoil that started from the shoulder is transmitted to the fingers, and the performance continues in exquisite detail.

Giing.

Was it a response to the performance that he poured his soul into?

The power of the Seven Arcs in the violin of deep darkness awakened, and finally his dragon psionics began to move.

It wasn’t that he resisted the pressure of the swordsman.

Like water running through your fingers.

Like the wind that seeps through the bars.

It was only by releasing the flow that had been hardened over a long period of time that he was able to naturally escape the pressure of the swordsman.

Of course, that’s only a small part.

Compared to the overall amount of dragon psionics, it was only a small current, less than half of it.

But the moment that ‘weak’ psionic flowed out.

Ugh.

“…!”

Li Qingyu shook her slender shoulders.

A dizzyingly massive psionic storm erupted explosively from Limon.

Above all, the dragon’s true blood resonated with his dragon psionic, and it felt like it was pulsating hotly.

made her shake

And it was not only Li Ching-yu who resonated with Limon.

pounding.

Maia carefully laid down.

As if death had already arrived.

Her psionic power, which had gradually faded along with her slowing heart, was beating again, resonating with Limon.

But that was just the beginning.

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Whoops.

‘ah…!’

The violin bow glides brilliantly, each time the finger plucks and plucks the string.

A dazzling melody echoes in the air.

Psionics also fluctuate.

sometimes softly.

sometimes quietly.

sometimes violently.

Each time the tone changed, Limon’s dancing dragon psionic resonated with her and Maia’s psionics, making them flow together.

A melody that changes according to the psionic flow.

And feel the psionic flow that grows and deepens according to the melody.

Li Qingyu understood.

At this moment,

Limon is controlling it by creating a new song according to the flow of their psionics .

It wasn’t the violin he was playing.

It was Maia’s psionic.

Li Qingyu’s psionic.

they were themselves

Gee ying.

The body is hot.

My back gets chills.

My breath quickens.

hugging his psionics.

Gently sweeping every nook and cranny.

Dig in hot.

The performance that makes it even more heartbreaking and Limon’s psionic contained in it.

Because she was born with the blood of a dragon, she felt psionic itself as if it were a physical body, which made her feel dizzy.

And the more the dizziness grows.

Maia and Li Qingyu’s psionics also instinctively coveted the dragon psionics he created and mixed them into one, accelerating the flow.

Synchronization.

A phenomenon in which two psionics are mixed into one and amplified.

Anyone who is a member of the Black Dragon clan or a Jinbeop master who is gifted with mental communication can do it.

However, the most ideal psionic resonance, which even the Black Dragon Princess, Li Qingyu had never achieved, was now taking place between them.

That’s how Limon’s performance came to an end.

The moment when the synchronicity between dragon psionics, which had been amplified like crazy as they were mixed, reached its peak.

– Change has begun.

* * *

Sizzle.

[This is…?]

Yuna-kyung, who was stomping outside the range of poison, widened her eyes.

The moment when Limon’s performance continued and the poisonous fog that flowed from Maia seemed to sway.

It was because he saw that even the soil had turned black due to the miasma and suddenly sprouted from the rotting earth.

The change did not end there.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

It blooms.

The bushes sprout.

a tree grows

Maia’s poison that originally drove everything to death.

It was being turned into weakness by the flow of delicate yet haughty psionics, breathing life into everything in all directions.

“This… psionic…!”

“…oh my god.”

And that ‘everywhere’ wasn’t the only place.

In addition to Barbara and Arbella, the search party of over a thousand green dragon clans frantically searched the jungle.

others too.

stop all action.

Forgot to even breathe.

All over the Amazon, which covers an area of 5500000 km², countless lives were born and all diseases and wounds were healed, watching in awe.

“It’s Poison Green Dragon Medicine Army! The medicine man has returned!”

“Sir, the founder…!”

For a moment, I am lost.

They knelt down, bowed their heads, and shed tears of joy without saying who came first.

a long time ago.

A miracle that was only possible during Poison Green Dragon Yakgun’s lifetime.

Above all, the vast flow of psionics that covered the entire vast Amazon and transcended the limits of humans as well as princesses.

made them immersed in joy.

And while so many people were so thrilled that they cried and collapsed.

The psionics that covered and flowed throughout the jungle gradually converged toward a single point.

following the flowing melody.

Mixed in the spreading scent.

The vast life force she drew little by little from all the animals and plants in the Amazon was flowing into Maia according to the psionic flow.

And so, the moment when not a single drop of that massive psionic was sucked into her.

Woo-woo-woo-woo-deuk.

Horns and wings disappear.

The blood returns to your face.

Her blue-white lips turned pink.

fluff.

Could it be because of consuming too much psionics?

Or is it because of the afterglow of the extremely rough and hot performance that stirred his psionics without hesitation?

Li Qingyu, who stumbled and was about to fall, was held up and supported by his now-sound hand.

Limon lowered his gaze.

And it’s like waking up from a long nightmare.

Seeing Maia with her long eyelashes quivering and then opening her eyelids to reveal green eyes, Limon said with a small smile.

“Did you have a good dream, Master?”