Solo Swordmaster

#701. I was lucky.

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Gulag Underground.

Far deeper than the tunnel.

An underground passage that would be closer to the ceiling of hell than to the bottom of the world.

The space, which had originally been buried in darkness for nearly a hundred years, was now a mess mixed with tremendous vibrations and roaring noises.

『

Game of Gun & Sword

Dogfight Shot Kill

Zone

』

Tadadadang!

Papa baba babat!

Pistols spit fire.

The bullet is stuck in the air.

The moment Billy fired six knives with his other hand collided with the bullets.

What unfolds is the scattering of swords.

The knife, which accelerated while continuously bouncing off the bullets suspended in the air, flies zigzag to a single point.

It is truly a lethal blow.

Each sword was an attack comparable to the swords fired by six absolutes with the power and skill of a sword master at the same time.

It would be difficult for even the swordsmith to block this, so even the most talented teacher would be in trouble.

Billy was confident enough.

…until I saw the scene that followed.

『Yam Dragon Sword Sword Dance Yogyeol

斬魔龍殺劍 劍舞要訣

Flowers and clouds bloom slowly,

花和雲慢慢綻放

』

The sword moves slowly.

Platinum-colored petals that bloom along that trajectory.

An optical illusion created by the faint reflection of light on the blade shines more clearly in the dark underground.

But that’s it.

Perhaps it was because of the almost stopped movement of the sword.

blooming quietly.

without being blown away.

It doesn’t even scatter.

The petals rustling little by little in place were so calm that even the breeze seemed to be unable to stop them.

Even if the swordsmith of sword painting can cut power and flow, its essence is competent steelmaking.

It starts with softness.

The stronger the attack, the better.

Because I needed to move more to shed that power.

Especially if it’s to block Billy’s knives, which are fast and numerous and strong even by Sword Master standards.

Tuduk.

However, the result of the collision between the petals that were just blooming quietly and the six knives that flew faster than sound.

It was the knife that was blocked.

It is not that the petals are not pierced.

The problem is after piercing the first petal.

that the speed of the knife has slowed down.

It was so slow that it was blocked by the rest of the petals rustling in place.

“…how are you?”

It was an attack of remorse.

Billy was dumbfounded when he saw that the knife he had thrown was caught in the flower petals like a bee caught in a spider’s web.

But he didn’t even have time to get lost.

Patter.

right after the knife fell.

It was because the movement of the sword changed and the platinum petals also changed.

slower.

More still.

even more quietly.

Thus, the sword, which had become so slow that it was impossible to distinguish between moving and stopping, suddenly became explosively fast.

The moment the platinum petals flashed.

『Yam Dragon

Kill Sword Yogyeol Sword Dance 要訣劍舞

The thunderbolt is like a flower

.』

Kwaang!

“Kek!”

Billy hit the wall.

It was because a tremendous shock swept him along with the explosively ejected platinum petals.

At least before being swept away by the petals.

Billy, who instinctively stuck the knife into the ground and held on, avoided the catastrophe of having all of his bones shattered and spat out blood.

“Such a pestilence… what the hell did you cut?”

“If a sword master at least sees it and doesn’t know it, he should die.”

“He’s saying something scary once.”

It seems to be a pity that he couldn’t send it to the goal.

A white-haired beauty who speaks coldly.

Looking at Rin, Billy stuck out his tongue.

It was because he had a vague idea of what had just happened to him as he was a sword master.

‘Even though I heard about this from Sister Won…’

No matter how tired she was, she defeated Vlad and running repair in the Amazon single-handedly.

As much as I had repeatedly heard how strong the teacher was, clinging to the annoying running repairman and fusing different swords.

I was quite determined.

However, Rin’s fear was beyond imagination.

‘Bethany the inertia between the world and me. What is possible?’

Originally, day and night continuously change because the earth rotates at a speed of 1300 km per hour.

It’s just that everything on the surface of the earth is moving at the same speed due to inertia, so you can’t feel it.

What if that inertia disappears?

Like grains of sand scattered on a top.

It will be ejected from the earth at 1300 km/h.

If it wasn’t for a sword master with a superhuman body, the shock would have been enough to kill him instantly.

Of course, a sword master is an existence that can cut anything.

If you think of all kinds of swordsmanship that cuts distance, process, or contradiction, there is nothing that can’t be cut by inertia.

The problem was how.

Ihwa graft that cuts power and flow.

Jung Joong-dong cuts even the speed of the world.

To make a new swordsman by naturally combining two different swords.

Even the sword master, who was wondering what to do to be able to do such a thing, couldn’t help but lose his senses.

It wasn’t even that.

“When Master fought with that figure, I wondered if he really opened his eyes to a new taste…”

Slender body.

thin, white arms.

to the long stretched legs.

Binggi Okgol (氷肌玉骨).

I know the contents, but of course I’m fighting for my life.

Borrowed from the look of a perfect beauty who inadvertently drew attention to her smooth legs and white nape, she made a tired expression.

“Isn’t it too cunning to be a beauty geek against a student?”

“Should I cut you off with that benevolent mouth?”

“Anyway, you’re cowardly, right?”

“I’ll kill you fair and square, so fight me one-on-one, you son of a bitch.”

“I will decline that. I think it’s still too early for me to die.”

Looking at Rin, who raised her eyes.

Billy broke out in a cold sweat.

It was because he knew that the reason Rin maintained that figure was not for beauty, but to make her body more flexible and nimble.

Instead, strength has declined.

There is no significant difference in physical ability.

The problem is that the way you use your body has changed.

It was as if I was facing a sword master I had never seen before.

On the other hand, Rin was actively using the experience of killing Billy and fighting in Africa.

Billy, who was busy dealing with the ever-changing swordsmanship in such an underground passage where it was difficult to throw a knife, was dying.

Because in a fight between sword masters who can see through the opponent in one battle, that small difference has a fatal effect.

At least there is one reason why he hasn’t been cut to pieces yet.

It was thanks to the strong priest.

“Turn your eyes away, stupid death penalty.”

“what?”

“Don’t peek at my woman with those dirty eyes. If you keep doing that, I want to kill you.”

“If I close my eyes now, I will be killed by Master?!”

“That is none of my business.”

…Actually, the priest didn’t seem interested in whether Billy died or not.

With the saber slightly stretched.

Just standing tall in front of Billy.

The appearance of a handsome boy who did not show any fighting, let alone live, was defenseless and did not even feel the will to fight.

But Rin couldn’t ignore Adolph and attack Billy.

Rather, it was tongue-in-cheek.

‘It’s the worst.’

It was more comfortable when Gandhi and Billy ran into each other.

Even though the blade was hard enough to bounce off, it was still possible to attack as much as one wanted.

But now I couldn’t even attack recklessly.

Of course, taking the lead against Adolf was dangerous enough that even Rin would have to risk his life.

There were also more difficult problems.

You can’t waste time either.

The perfect fusion of swordsmanship is only possible as Rin with the help of the Seven Arcs.

If you use it too much and lose the balance between the dragon psionic and the sword, you could fall into the magic spell again.

It was just as dangerous to compete with two sword masters.

Above all…

Kwang Kwah Leung!

“Kyaaak Ainsha! Save me!”

“I just die. If you become friends with a swordsman, I will give you flowers on your grave.”

“Isn’t that too harsh for you? Besides, he’s so strong that if I ran to die with him, I’d be the only one to die!”

“it’s okay. While Yekathrice is being sacrificed, just run away with me.”

“Then it’s dog death?!”

Gandhi quietly stretches out his fist.

Ainsha who skillfully handles gifts.

Yekathrice hit and run with terrifying speed.

Two girls seemingly one-sidedly knocking on Gandhi.

However, it was clear just by looking at Gandhi’s body, still unscathed, that it was the two princesses who were cornered into inferiority.

I don’t know if it’s in a melted state.

Without the assistance of the Seven Dragons, they could not penetrate Gandhi’s absolute defense.

At least, Yekathrice, who is the fastest in the Seven Dragons, and Einsha, who are good at escaping, are only holding on.

Considering that the Silver Dragon Princess was vulnerable to long-term battles and the White Dragon Princess was the weakest member of the Seven Dragons, it was only a matter of time before the two collapsed.

It is all the more so in that he cannot afford to help the two because he is overwhelmed by just keeping Adolph and Billy in check.

‘Did I make a mistake?’

I should have brought the Seven Dragons too.

It was a mistake to explore alone to avoid Adolf’s eyes.

Well, it was a question without an answer anyway, in the sense that if we had delayed mobilizing even the Seven Dragons, we would have lost the player altogether.

‘Even now, it would be possible to run away, but…’

The situation was driven to inferiority.

Legacy of the Dark Dawn.

Underground passages with limited evacuation routes, etc.

After calmly analyzing various elements that could only be called a dilemma, Rin cooled her eyes.

‘…I can’t help it.’

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‘Damn it, it’s been a while…!’

It wasn’t just Rin who was nervous about this situation.

Pascal did more.

His position is that if he fails to obtain the legacy of the Dark Dawn, he will die a terrible death at the hands of Wanderer.

So I was barely relieved after finding this place, but Rin and the Seven Dragons interfered with my goal right in front of me.

It was truly mind-boggling.

Even more so in that, looking at their appearance, they seem to be pushed back.

The problem was that there was no way to reverse the situation.

Whether it’s the sub-guild leader of the 7th guild.

Whether it’s a Plague Grand Duke over level 90.

After all, it’s just a big supply player.

It was difficult to even survive in this melee where the Sword Master and the princesses of the Seven Dragons were mixed.

In fact, it was also to protect Pascal that Gandhi overpowered Ainsha and Yekathrice while remaining on the defensive.

‘If only this door had been opened quickly!’

Grinding it.

Pascal looked at the stone gate behind him.

The seal of the Dark Dawn Meeting, which Billy sticks out, saying that it will take time to break through unless Vlad, the Sword Demon, is also brought.

If it weren’t for this damn door that could withstand even the sword master’s knife, the legacy would have been possible long ago.

profit.

“…?!”

So it was.

Pascal’s eyes widened.

Perhaps because of the aftermath of this fierce battle, the stone gate that had been firmly closed until a while ago was slightly opened.

Confirming that, Pascal inadvertently reached out and gently pushed the stone door.

And I saw through the gap.

books and scrolls.

Swords, spears and armor.

Demon statues, etc.

A large stone chamber with numerous items more like junk than treasure.

The moment I saw a dark red orb emitting a soft light in the middle of it.

‘That’s…!’

Pascal immediately realized.

That bead is the legacy of the Dark Dawn.

Understand that it is the supreme treasure and lifeline that the World Federation and the Seven Dragons have been searching for.

He moved immediately.

Take advantage of the gap when everyone is fighting.

Enter quietly through the stone gate.

Crossing the stone chamber and approaching the orb.

think.

I was so lucky.

If fate hadn’t led to a melee in which even the sword master had to risk his life.

And if the stone gate didn’t open by chance at the right time.

He couldn’t have had the good fortune of acquiring the legacy of the Dark Dawn himself while others were busy fighting.

For some reason.

The moment when Pascal reached out his hand toward the marble as if he was bewitched, even feeling the joy of that fact.

standing tall

Lindo, who was just about to put his hand into her bosom.

Even Billy, who was nervous after seeing it.

Even Adolf, who had been relaxed all this time.

Gandhi, who confronted the two princesses.

Even Ainsha, who was expressionless.

He stopped fighting and turned his gaze to Pascal, who had entered through the stone gate before he knew it.

“no!”

“Stop!”

“Brother Pascal, sleep…!”

The world’s best prophet and a sword master with an intuition close to foreknowledge when it comes to sensing crises.

Regardless of whether they were enemies or not, they felt a creepy feeling and all tried to shout or move directly to stop Pascal.

But it was too late.

before anyone even steps out.

Pascal’s fingertips had already touched the marble.

Just like that…

Destiny was complete.

Wow.

“…uh?”

Pascal’s eyes widened when he saw the marbles, which had grown larger than his body, spread up and down in an instant.

The darkness of the cracked beads swallowed him like the jaws of a beast.

gulp.

“■■■■■■―!”

Woo deuk deuk quad deuk!

It was a moment.

That the marble swallowed him.

A sound resounded like a scream, like chewing something, like breaking something.

Rin’s steps too.

blame blame!

One step, kicking off the ground.

Two steps in front of the beads.

Until you draw your sword and swing it.

By cutting through the process itself.

The attack that produced the result of cutting the enemy in two steps was truly swift.

Even if it was one step behind the swordsman, it was a lethal blow that could end the breath of even a superman of the absolute class.

Caang!

However, the moment I arrived in front of the dark red orb.

Lin had to step back.

before taking the second step.

It was because the bunch of knives that had flown ahead of him deflected Rin’s sword, threatening vital points.

“Don’t interfere, you idiots! Right now, when we’re fighting among ourselves…!”

“I have no face whatsoever.”

“Lin, I’m really sorry.”

Pajik Pajijik!

Rin, who had been yelling and gritting her teeth, shut her mouth.

because I saw

Billy dripping blood from the tattoo on his wriggling neck.

Even as his collarbone was charred by the sparks from the flickering tattoo, Adolf had blood vessels on his neck and forehead.

And…

“Master, run away right away.”

“Run away.”

pounding.

Originally on the back of Pascal’s hand.

Made with skill and black magic.

The tattoos linked to the spells of the three sword masters that Wanderer temporarily entrusted to him floated up.

started to oscillate.

dark red beads.

No…

―The heart of a demon god.