#985. I have to admit
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Creepy!
“Aagh!”
Chow!
“Oh no… gurgling.”
cut down
cut down
cut down
the one who opposes.
The one who runs away too.
Even teeth that were hardened.
There was no discrimination.
Even the mighty Duke-ss constetion.
Even the cunning Count-level Constetion.
Even the prudent Baron-ss Constetion.
There was not even a difference in the ending.
All beings who entered the gap of the sword wielded by the gray-haired man even once met death by being cut at the vital point without exception.
At most, the only difference was whether to die with a single knife or die after being cut several times depending on the race or ability.
It wasn’t even a battle anymore.
One-sided abuse… No.
-It was a massacre.
“What are these idiots doing!”
Of course, the Constetions continued to suffer as well, but they did not.
At first, they were confused and confused, but after dozens of Constetions fell, they gradually came to their senses.
Among them, the first to sort out the situation was the prankster ying with fate.
“Even if you run away from him, you will be hunted anyway! We must work together to kill him!”
“But…”
“Careful! No matter how good his swordsmanship is, he is alone. If we fight calmly, we will win in the end!”
The Constetions crossed their eyes at the words of the prankster, who had the utmost confidence despite his appearance as a small boy.
They were just defeated individually because they were so embarrassed that they couldn’t use all the mysteries including the power of the stars.
He realized that even a demon like him could be caught if he responded calmly as the prankster said, unless he was immortal.
No matter how good your swordsmanship is.
Limon was alone.
Because there was a limit to the number of opponents that one person could deal with without using the mystic power.
Especially if the other person is a transcendental person who has gone through all the pre-natal battles, not just a stupid human being.
One problem.
enormous damage in the process.
In other words, even though they would win in the end, the Constetion that rushed to Limon first had a high chance of dying.
No matter how immortal the Constetion was… no, since they were immortals, there was no way they could readily take such a risk.
they are constetions.
It was because he was a transcendental figure who reigned over his world, not a soldier who could throw away his life like straw.
“These idiots…!”
The prankster gnashed his teeth.
Even now, several Constetions are being cut down by Limon in real time.
Just by looking at the Constetions hesitating like rats trying to figure out who would put a bell around the cat’s neck, I could tell what they were thinking.
So it was.
Why did he give instructions with a cold face?
“The baron sses to the fore, and the ranks above it aim for a gap.”
“for a moment?!”
“You want us to be meat shields!”
“No matter how much you are a monarch-level Constetion, that’s…!”
“-shut up.”
It was a moment.
The reason why the constetions became quiet.
“Don’t get me wrong. Because I never gave you a choice.”
“…”
“Remember it. Even if I miraculously survive, I will crush with my own hands any bastard who hesitates or runs away like a coward.”
I can’t use the power of the stars or the mysteries.
The Constetions finally shut up and had no choice but to follow his instructions, seeing the boy exuding a frightening spirit despite his small size.
It wasn’t just because even if it was the same Constetion, if you went against him, who was a monarch-level Constetion, the repercussions would be enormous.
because everyone knew
In the end, in order to survive in this ce, everyone had no choice but to fight Limon at the risk of their lives.
That’s why, after all, they turned their eyes to Limon.
Unlike until now, when he ran away to live alone like a rat, he had a fierce look like a wolf in a pack.
That’s how…
the unteral massacre ends.
The full-scale struggle between Limon and the Constetions began.
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Who said that.
They say even a mouse bites a cat when cornered.
That’s why, when hemanded the constetions that had been wandering around and finally raised their fighting spirit, he was sure that he was a prankster.
This time, I’m going to put an end to Limon.
They are also known as Constetions.
Unless it’s a very special case, it’s basic to learn martial arts, military skills, or fighting to the level of a master.
There were many races that were naturally strong or vicious.
Even if he can’t use mysteries, his power is iparable to that of ordinary humans.
No matter how embarrassed I was, it was just too stupid that dozens of Constetions had suffered so far.
If you don’t get confused.
If you calmly join forces.
Being able to defeat Limon was rather natural.
Even more so if you take the lead yourself.
Kagagagagagagang!
So it was.
Right now at this moment.
The reason why the prankster who yed with fate had no choice but to grow pale.
‘How the hell…?’
A spear pierces the air.
ws scratch the ground.
Memorization shoots like an arrow.
A rock the size of a house is swinging.
The counterattacks of the Constetions that came to their senses and began to connect with each other were fierce and ferocious.
Even if there was no mystery, it was overwhelming enough to kill even a mere human hundreds of times.
Awesome!
“Kyaaaaaagh!”
but.
nevertheless.
That many attacks can’t reach.
Raising his sword, he deflected the spear de, jumped up on his forepaws, and cut off the beast’s throat.
Use the constetion you were fighting for as a shield to block the memorization, roll on the floor to avoid rocks, and cut down another constetion.
just one step.
just one breath.
just an inch.
With that close gap, all the attacks from the countless constetions were either blocked or missed.
Conversely, the swinging de suffocates the approaching Constetions without a single mishandling, or digs out their vitals.
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know what made the difference that I got tired of being naughty.
On the contrary, I knew it too well.
‘Is it possible to perform such swordsmanship without borrowing the power of mystery?’
Even as flowing as water.
as soft as petals.
hard as steel.
Be fast like a bullet.
heavy as a mountain.
Every moment, depending on the situation and the opponent, it changes subtly, and the most appropriate swordsmanship is truly phenomenal.
It was to overshadow the difference of hundreds of numbers.
Still, with that alone, the prankster would have been able to understand even if he admired it.
He is a monarch-level Constetion.
It was because he had seen and experienced countless martial arts that rivaled the swordsmanship of a sword master, such as the seventy-two kinds of martial arts created by the seven dragons and the Heavenly Demon Singong of the Heavenly Demon.
Even so, the reason he couldn’t help but be astonished wasn’t because Limon’s swordsmanship was so clever.
It was too perfect.
No matter how absolute a martial arts master is,
no, even a transcendental master cannot always perform his martial arts perfectly.
Even if you borrow the power of psionics or internal skills, you can only make it close to perfect by reducing loopholes as much as possible.
but this moment.
Limon’s sword had no loopholes.
The dozens and hundreds of swords against hundreds of constetions are all wless.
It is truly the peak of Cheonuimu.
Posture, weight bnce, breathing, fine muscles, even the beating of the heart.
It was the limit of a sword that only those who knew what to do to draw a perfect sword and trained it to the core could use it.
So he even felt chills.
Even a constetion that has lived so far away that hundreds of millions of years would be short would be impossible to do such an outrageous thing.
How rigorous must a human who has lived less than a thousand years go through in order to do that.
Because I couldn’t have imagined it.
Only one thing can be known.
It was just a new realization of how ignorant and absurd it was to be a sword master.
‘…Yes, it will be soon.’
“Don’t back down! Hold the line! If you get hit by the sword, hold on to it and push him even if it stretches!”
But even so thrilling.
The prankster gave instructions without a break.
And seeing the increasingly fierce battle between the Constetions and Limon, his eyes lit up.
‘Just a little more and I can catch him!’
No matter how perfect a swordsmanship is, there is no room for even a single needle to enter, and there is a limit to blocking ten hands with one hand.
In fact, the more the fight goes on.
And the more the Constetions were cut down.
Limon was also umting damage, at least a little.
From the lightly cut shoulder to the side where drops of blood ooze out, the slightly swollen forearm, etc.
Each of them might not be deep, but the piled up wounds were making Limon bloody little by little.
On the other hand, the Constetions raised their morale even more after seeing Limon.
The bnce of the fight, which had been tilted one-sidedly, was gradually getting closer to parallel as time passed.
And the moment the scale tipped against them even a little.
This tight bnce would copse and Limon would be torn apart by hundreds of constetions.
Because that was the limit of a human with an ordinary body without mystery.
That’s why I’m going to have a good time with my eyes.
I was more focused on directing.
The prankster hardened his face.
“…!”
because I saw
Even though there was no way he was unaware that he was cornered, Limon still calmly swung his sword.
The moment he was finally cornered.
The cool light that passed through golden eyes.
The moment when the prankster reflexively took a step back when he saw that ominous and terrifying look in his strangely heart-thumping eyes.
-A strange thing happened.
Fire!
“uh?”
“The power has returned…!]
It was an instant.
Until now, the Constetions that had been tenaciously attacking Limon even though they had lost the power of the stars due to the sword’s sword.
The soft light of the stars suddenly appeared on their bodies.
When they feel a sense of omnipotence that has returned from mere mortals to transcendents who wield the providence of the world, they feel joy and delight.
Conversely, the prankster, who had turned pale, shouted out loud.
[Damage everyone!!!]
[…?]
[For a moment, the strength disappeared again…”
『Yam Dragon
Kill Sword Strike斬魔龍殺劍 彈擊Is
my de faster than the bullet?
』
Pooh!
Unfortunately.
His warning came toote.
Before they even panicked that the power that had returned momentarily disappeared again.
In that instant, the bones, stones, and pieces of metal that ricocheted from the tip of the sword that swept the ground pierced the heads of dozens of Constetions like bullets.
“What is this…!”
Chew!
“Kuuk!”
The sense of loss of being reduced from a transcendent to a mortal again.
The shock of seeing therades who fought together turned into corpses in the blink of an eye.
While the constetions that had forgotten that they were fighting the chaos were being cut like scarecrows by Limon’s sword that had approached before they knew it.
The prankster ying with fate gritted his teeth.
“Limon Asfelder, that cunning bastard!”
Instantly loosen the sword.
During that moment, unfold another sword.
Seeing Limon unterally ughter the confused Constetions, he shuddered.
It was because the result was too fatal to be called a trivial operation.
Unlike Limon, who was free to spread and reap the sword on his own, the Constetions were not used to it, so they couldn’t even use their returned powers.
Rather, the gap between the transcendental and the mortal was so great that only the movement became confused.
‘No way, if it’s like this…!’
At best, I had driven Limon into a corner.
Of course, the momentum has reversed.
When the prankster felt nervous when he saw the Constetions who had been burning with spection until not too long ago hesitated, not knowing when the sword doctor would be released again.
A voice called him.
“A prankster ying with fate.”
“why?”
“A little while is fine. Please let the author loose his sword just one more time.”
“Guardian, what nonsense are you talking about…!”
The moment I turned around in a fit of rage at those words, which was tantamount to pouring oil on a burning house.
The prankster hardened.
because I saw
The opponent standing behind with a hard face.
The object in the hand of the angel who wanted to know what he was doing without stepping out even after the fight started.
“…You can’t?”
“I have to admit it. The author is a natural enemy of the stars. He is an adversary that we cannot stop.”
“….”
“But that doesn’t mean there aren’t those who can stop the author.”
The only thing that can kill a sword master is the same sword master.
Among them, there is only one being who can be Limon’s opponent.
In the moment when Limon’s sword was released.
While everyone was in confusion, he barely held up the antique sword without a scabbard he summoned from his constetion.
The prankster, who was ying with fate, had no choice but to distort his face while watching the passionate Guardian of Resurrection’ speaking with a determined face.