Solo Swordmaster

#612. run away

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While Limon is engaged in a skirmish with Vlad.

Maia and the poison dragon team were also fighting a fierce battle with the running eagle.

Resonate psionics with each other.

By sharing thoughts through the Eum Ip-mil-ryu,

the sight of Arbella and more than 30 master-level masters wielding sword spears is truly a creature.

Like the hundred-armed giant Hecatoncheires.

It was the peak of passing that could threaten even the superman of the absolute class who fought as one by assisting each other until the beginning of the first half ceremony.

And the core of the offensive was, of course, Maia fighting at the head of the Venomous Dragons.

Quaang!

The ground shakes at the advance.

A storm rages with fists.

Maia’s iron fist, which contained psionics that had been doubled through resonance with the Venom Dragon, had both the power to break Taesando and the speed of a gale.

In addition, like the best foreign service master of the Seven Dragons, there is no gap in his fisting technique.

It was to the extent that even a superman of the absolute class could have his head smashed in the blink of an eye.

Pababat!

However, in terms of the splendor of the movement, the running repair was also formidable.

Take the left sword in reverse.

Suddenly swinging the right sword.

Cross your swords to block your fists.

Doing somersaults, avoiding kicks, and then lowering his stance to aim for his ankles.

The appearance of a running eagle that uses a dagger like claws or teeth to draw ever-changing trajectories is truly a beast.

In that rough and irregular movement, the sharpness of biting the leash at once was hidden in the opponent’s back.

However, Suri, who is running, only focuses on receiving Maia’s fist.

There was hardly any counterattack.

Contrary to Vlad’s expectations, the reason wasn’t because he didn’t have a sincere desire to fight in the first place.

There were more obvious and realistic reasons.

Chew!

“…!”

The moment he cut off Maia’s forearm.

That’s why the running repair had no choice but to lean back in fright instead of continuing the offensive.

Wouldn’t that just make you feel safe?

After overcoming somersaults and opening a distance with Maia.

where she was.

To be precise, I raised my eyes as I watched the ground sizzle with Maia’s blood splashed there.

“…discomfort. Green females are really poisonous.”

“That’s such an unexpected compliment.”

“Point out. Not a compliment.”

“Your intentions are irrelevant. As a sword master, being vigilant is itself a compliment to me.”

Take off the gloves you always wear.

Exposing two hands as white as white jade, Maia made a cold mockery while regenerating the wound on her forearm with the Immortal Qigongryu.

Whether the running repair is sincere or not.

If the one here was another princess.

Dealing with her without Yonghwa would have been close to impossible.

The only exception is Charlotte.

Even so, Maia was still able to endure not only because she was the best foreign service master of the Seven Dragons.

It was because of her toxicity.

“You’d better keep that vigilance. It wouldn’t be what even a swordsman wanted for you to meet the same end as Sajo.”

“…admit. It is foolish not to be wary of poisonous snakes.”

The running repair reluctantly accepted the warning.

The poison contained in Maia’s blood was inherited from the poison green dragon medicine group along with the dragon’s blood.

He was the foremost poison in the world that even drove the Sword Emperor to death.

I wonder if it’s Limon, who is invincible.

Being covered in her blood was dangerous enough that even a sword master would risk his life.

when we actually met for the first time.

To the extent that she had to struggle just because she had fallen into the river in which she dipped herself.

It was only natural that the running eagle was wary of Maia and reluctant to approach it at all.

But not everyone took it for granted.

“Even if you are poisoned, I can treat you, so you don’t need to be so vigilant.”

“Don’t be conceited, Holy Lord.”

A woman in a court uniform with a puzzled look on her face protected by her behind a running eagle.

Listen to Johanna.

Maia said coldly.

“Even if you are the best healer in the world, the human body is not simple enough to heal all diseases and wounds with the power of your skills.”

“Wouldn’t you know if it’s really like that once you try it?”

“You really sound like a quack.”

“You are too mean to be a quack. I take pride in helping and healing people in my own way.”

“So you are a quack. What is needed to heal people is knowledge and skill, not pride and goodwill.”

The burden the body has to bear.

There may be sequelae.

without evidence that it can be cured.

Giving treatment with vague confidence is just a quack.

What the patient needs is a doctor who knows exactly what and how to treat him, even if he is selfish and has a bad personality.

Looking at the most pessimistic point in the world.

The world’s best healer smiled.

“well. At least, I think it is better to treat people with good intentions than to indiscriminately spray poison that harms people.”

“I must be so shameless.”

“I am only following your teachings.”

No matter how Maia scolded her.

that his faith is not shaken.

Johanna, who spoke mildly but clearly, had a strange expression on her face.

“Rather than that, Green Dragon Princess, I have a question for you.”

“You are asking a question in this situation, are you mistaking me for being your friend?”

“I’m asking because this is the situation.”

with a slight smile.

words spoken softly.

“I know that the princess of the Seven Dragons has a trump card called Yonghwa. Why don’t you use that means?”

“…”

“This is only speculation, but…”

Even though Maia might have been accused of being a quack.

As the world’s best healer who has seen countless patients at the pinnacle of all healing players.

Maia’s bloodless face.

Look at her blue-white lips.

Johanna asked.

“It’s not that you don’t evolve, isn’t it that you can’t?”

At the end of looking at Johanna with dark, sunken green eyes.

Maia moved her hand.

“If you really want to know the answer, check it out for yourself.”

Squeak.

It was five layers.

Take off three already.

Outerwear with only two layers left.

Maia took off another layer of outerwear to reveal most of her skin.

Seeing the miasma spreading from her center, the running eagle roared and Yohanna strengthened the barrier around her.

The moment I tried to take a step to close the distance with them.

“…!”

Maia hardened.

because it felt

with sudden discomfort.

A feeling of blood rushing through the body.

The most reluctant and ominous feeling that stimulated the dragon’s blood that he had never felt before.

and the source of its aura.

The moment Vlad, who managed to distance himself from Limon after a fierce battle, saw the blood-colored jewel he took out of his cloak.

She shouted with a pale face, forgetting even the pessimistic cynicism she always had.

“Stop that stupid thing, Sword Demon! Right Now!!!”

But there are no fools who stop when the enemy tells them to stop.

In particular, Vlad, who had to go through a lot of trouble to get this opportunity because of Limon’s restraint, naturally practiced his trump card.

Chew.

Take a quick look at the window blade.

The moment he opened his mouth, grabbing the blood-colored jewel with his hand dripping with blood.

“AarTa KaSyO HaR LaPaTA.”

The demon’s blood drops glowed red.

The energy of evil black magic.

covered the Amazon.

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Blademaster Vlad.

The Sword Master who was cut down by Limon because he joined hands with the dark magic society, the Dark Dawn Society, and became corrupted.

Beyond providing sacrifices to the black magicians, he even learned black magic himself.

Unfortunately for the whole world, he was talented not only in spearmanship but also in magic.

Above all, black magic is also magic.

But it definitely requires a price.

Instead, it was a transfer where anything was possible as long as it offered a price.

His black magic, which uses the most precious price of a sword master’s body, was as powerful as that used by most dark wizards.

In addition, the energy of black magic was amplified by using an instrument called the blood drop of the demon god.

The result is this.

It was an alter ego that looked exactly like Vlad himself, created at the end of his blood swirling around the bloody jewel.

Its power is on par with the original.

It was a move that was enough to overturn the unfavorable situation.

“I’m sorry for using such means, Master.”

Perhaps it was because he himself was reluctant to use black magic in a battle between a sword master who should be honorable.

Vlad apologized profusely.

But the window was not removed.

He had a long-cherished wish that must be fulfilled no matter how dishonorable and illogical he committed.

“…okay.”

“…”

“You always cross the line like this and make mistakes you shouldn’t have made.”

That moment.

Vlad raised his eyebrows.

It wasn’t just because of Limon’s words, which seemed to be lamenting something rather than accusatory.

It was because he realized a sense of incongruity that he hadn’t felt before because he was concentrating on black magic only belatedly.

The reason why Limon, who should have continued to attack more fiercely from the time he showed signs of using black magic, stopped moving.

It wasn’t that he had stopped, but that it was because he couldn’t move any further.

“…master?”

trembling hands.

A brittle tooth.

Even the bloody feet that happened all over the body.

As if holding something down.

Or, as if supporting a pillar that is about to collapse with all your might.

From the moment he took out the bloody jewel.

The moment Vlad made a doubtful look at Limon, who was still standing still.

Fuck!

“…?!”

Vlad’s pupils narrowed.

It was because the clone he had just created suddenly flew away like a piece of paper.

A face made of clay.

Arm twisted in the wrong direction.

Even the blood that flows from the eyes, nose and mouth.

Even if you pretend to look at it, it is disrespectful.

Despite the limitations of cloning, it was unbelievable that he was an alter ego with power comparable to that of a sword master.

What was even more astonishing was the process by which the alter ego became that way.

Limon suddenly disappears.

until the body is destroyed.

All he could see was a blurry remnant.

In other words, even the sword master, Vlad, momentarily missed Limon’s movements.

To the point where it is doubtful whether he would have been able to respond even if he had been attacked instead of his alter ego.

It wasn’t just Vlad who was taken aback by that fact.

Stupid running repair.

Johanna made a puzzled expression.

Frozen Arbella and Venomous Dragons.

And even Maia with a pale face.

While everyone stopped fighting in this sudden situation and looked at Limon.

The convulsion ended abruptly.

“…every.”

sunken bloody feet.

A hand that has lost its trembling.

Instead of tranquility though.

In the stillness that reminds me of the ominousness of the night before the storm.

The moment Limon opened his mouth as if to squeeze out, feeling that he could not suppress this intense energy rising from within.

“Run away.”

The light of reason disappears from the golden eyes that were always deep and calm.

Limon’s pupil.

– Split vertically.