Overpowered Sword Chapter 213


    Level up with ck hair (213)


    Rian asked back with a puzzled expression.


    “What do you mean, the sword of the strong…? “It may have been a long time ago, but Leon is stronger now.”


    “I’m not trying to tell a one-dimensional story. “I’m trying to point out the inherent ws in your martial arts.”


    Leon responded to his question with a firm voice, then nodded once and continued speaking.


    “No, what you said makes sense. Surely you are weaker than me now. “But the problem is that you didn’t try to fight the strong as a weak person, but you dealt with me as a strong person.”


    “As a strong man…you dealt with your brother?”


    “okay. “Did you not even realize it yourself?”


    When he pointed it out again, Lian just gave him a questioning look, and Leon let out a long sigh without realizing it.


    Because that attitude was proof of the ‘strong man’.


    [Ha ha ha ha ha! Would a person as blessed as that master be able to understand what you said? I guess I have to break down each word into at least ten words, and ten words into a hundred words, just to be able to understand it or not?]


    ‘That’s right. I didn’t know it would be like this either.’


    [Personally, I do not wee theories of tenacity such as the ‘hungry spirit’, but in a way, it is natural for humans who grow up without knowing their shorings to have ws.] Just as there are two sides to a coin, there


    are two sides to the world. This was bound to exist.


    Because I know hunger, I know the joy of being full.


    Because I know the cold, I know the gratitude for warmth.


    If you lead a life where youck nothing from birth, there is a high possibility that you will not feel much emotion from any stimtion. Also, in order to relieve their boredom, such people often indulge in more stimting activities that deviate from the rules.


    [Still, that young master went through some hardships when he was young, and it seems he didn’t go astray, perhaps because of his desire for revenge against the emperor.]


    ‘I’m d. ‘Because I didn’t want to be enemies with Rian.’


    While the two were talking, Rian, who felt burdened by the silence, opened his mouth.


    “Now that I think about it again, I’m not sure. “Can you please exin further?”


    “huh? Oh yeah. “I guess so.”


    Leon, who ended the conversation with El Cid, began to exin.


    It wasn’t that difficult of a story.


    Although martial arts has be a training method to train superhuman strength in the present, its original purpose was to defeat enemies stronger than oneself or to protect one’s body.


    If you were in the position of the strong from the beginning, there would be no reason to invent a martial art or waste time and sweat on difficult training.


    Humans are weak.


    They did not have a strong body or dexterity like dwarves. They did not have the nimble physical ability or elemental magic like elves. It did not have sharp fangs and ws like monsters.


    So, he invented martial arts and trained himself constantly.


    “Knowing your own weaknesses and longing for the next is the original source of being a warrior.”


    But Leon pointed out.


    “You only used straight attack techniques against me. “There’s no way he doesn’t know that even if he insists on using straight attack methods against a strong opponent, he has zero chance of winning.”


    If he had acknowledged that he was the weak one, he wouldn’t have fought that way. He must have endured and endured, even in ugly ways, and waited for a victory that might be smaller than the eye of a needle.


    He irregrly threw away his sword and did not even attempt to fight.


    He didn’t kick the dirt or spit.


    He continued to fight head-on, insisting on the same conditions as Leon, who did not use the Auror de or even the Auror Weapon.


    “It’s probably because you’re not epting your own position.”


    Ryan still seemed unable to ept it.


    “I know that I am weak. We need more power than this…!”


    “It’s a question of necessity.”


    Leon casually cut off the objection.


    “You didn’t know you werecking until now. Because there was a teacher who would learn the secret martial arts of the imperial family, drink elixirs, and teach them. “You were so naturally talented that it would have been difficult to find someone your age who couldpete with you.”


    The match that day before leaving the academy was also won because Ryan’s power was limited by countless rules.


    If I hadpeted with all my might without any rules, I would have lost even three or four sums. Even Rian at that time had the skills to deal with several senior knights from most fiefdoms.


    If he had not had the goal of overthrowing the Emperor Guang and had been born into an ordinary noble family, he would have enjoyed a smooth life without a single hardship.


    “Rian, you don’t have ‘craving.’”


    Although there is a desire, there is no desire or longing for it as earnestly as a thirsty person longs for water. There is no will to dig into life so fiercely that one can dig up the ground with a dying body.


    “So you’re not good enough. “The desire to be better and stronger is too shallow.”


    “That can’t be possible! I need strength! “I have the strength to bring that crazy emperor, who is supposed to bring peace to the Clyde, to his knees before the scaffold…!”


    “I’m not saying your heart is lying.”


    Leon shot at Lian, who was not convinced by those words.


    “Rian, have you ever fought someone stronger than you?”


    “…there is.”


    “with whom?”


    “I have been sparring with Sir Cedric for some time now. So violently that


    you have no choice but to risk your life-” “Even so, in the end, the results of life and death in sparring cannot bepared.”


    Even if you meditate and practice your skills for 100 days at the foot of a peaceful mountain, it is impossible to reach the pinnacle of nothingness.


    Those who pursue the path of martial arts inevitably be Sura.


    The scenery that can only be seen after passing through Sisanhyeolhae is an experience that can only be gained in the air that makes your nose tingle with the fishy smell of blood.


    A person who does not know life or death cannot be called an unmanned person.


    “I fight because I can win, and I don’t fight because I can’t win. Well, I can understand. “Since you are the prince and not amoner like me, you are probably trying to avoid a situation where one mistake could end everything.”


    “…that.”


    Ryan couldn’t deny it.


    The reason he formed the revolutionary army as the leader of a force rather than as a single warrior was in order to be reborn as an emperor.


    If he dies, the revolutionary army loses its cause and focus.


    It wasn’t just my life that ended. The sense of responsibility that I naturally embraced made me avoid battlefields where I had to take risks.


    “It is natural for amander to protect himself. A headless army is no different from a flock of sheep. “But it’s hard to make up for what youck in that way.”


    The contradiction between the position that one must take care of one’s own safety as the next emperor and the ideology that one should not avoid danger as a militarymander.


    Lian seemed to have finally acknowledged Leon’s words and looked down at the ground with a confused expression. It was definitely as he said. His skills, which had been stagnant for a while, began to improve after he began sparring with Cedric, which was reminiscent of a real fight.


    “Brother…”


    “Huh?”


    “Brother Leon, has he been like this until now? “Always encountering enemies stronger than you and somehow oveing those adversities?”


    “It’s a little hard to say with my own mouth, but… it’s not wrong.”


    “…Is that so.”


    There was a part of her heart that screamed that it was a lie, but Lian wasn’t foolish enough to give in to that ugly feeling.


    I secretly thought it was thanks to the Holy Sword.


    It is said that the reason Leon was able to be stronger and reach the level of a master faster than himself was because he was chosen by the Holy Sword. If it weren’t for that choice, the two people’s positions would have beenpletely opposite.


    but.


    ‘Oh, that’s what it was.’


    Lian barely understood.


    The difference between himself, who takes a step back in the face of adversity and finds a detour using the excuse of being a member of the royal family and being wise, and Leon, who pushes forward and ovees adversity as if it were natural.


    This was the reason why he could not be a warrior.


    This was the reason why he could not be stronger than Leon.


    It was only today, several years after that defeat, that Ryan realized that fact.


    “—Brother Leon.”


    “why?”


    “Can you hang out a little longer?”


    Rather than turning away or backing down, Lian faced Leon with his sword raised high.


    His talent warns.


    It’s an opponent you can never defeat.


    Nevertheless, I answered in my heart that it didn’t matter.


    “Okay, this side has been beaten up for three years.”


    When Leon aims his dangling sword at a mid-point, a pressure as if the sky is copsinges out.


    I can see the overwhelming gap with that intimidating feeling.


    The body’s instinct, awakened by fear and not knowing whether it will live or die, breaks out into a cold sweat and scrapes out its mental strength. This sense of standing at the edge of a cliff is what leads Muin beyond his limits.


    “If you don’t hit me about 300 times, my anger won’t go away!”


    Lightning in the shape of a sword strikes.


    As he shed the de with his sword face, Lian forgot all his worries for the first time in years and focused on this fight.


    Leon and Lian, who left several afterimages in an instant, made a loud metallic sound as they shed. The superiority of the sword was clear. Unlike Lian, who couldn’t even graze the cor, Leon’s sword was ironic, and he hit the opponent by avoiding all the vital points.


    still.


    “…long time no see.”


    “yes?”


    Ehan, who has a keen ear, responded to Chloe’s self-talk.


    “It’s been a long time since I saw Rihanna smile like that.”


    It was as he said.


    As the leader of the revolutionary army and the next emperor, Lian was always weighed down by the burden, so he could not smile for a long time.


    Even Chloe couldn’tpletely relieve his loneliness.


    Only Leon, who had been regardless of his status and background since the academy, was able to get Lian to open up his true feelings.


    Ehan, who did not know much about the rtionship between the three, spoke bluntly.


    “This person named Lian likes to be hit with a sword, right?”


    “yes!? Oh no! “That’s not it!”


    “I’m kidding.”


    Ehan huffed and smiled uncharacteristically of a saint.


    I had a bad impression from our past meeting, but if he looks the same now, there’s no need to worry too much.


    The sound of two swords shing rang out.


    For quite a long time without stopping for a single moment.


    * * *


    Bah!


    After being beaten for several hours, Lian eventuallyy down on the ground, unable to stand up even with recovery techniques.


    Even if the body was restored to its intact state, mental strength was a separate issue.


    Not only did I not use the , but I also spent a lot of energy strengthening my physical abilities.


    Still, Lian struggled to get up, but when her legs wouldn’t obey, she got angry and hit her thigh. I mmed my tightly clenched fist down with all my might several times.


    “Shit shit shit…! in action! “Move!”


    Rian, who had a calm face as always, drops his fist with tears forming in his eyes everywhere.


    I was so angry.


    The reality that I couldn’t win makes me angry at myself for not being able to win, so I use my fists to vent my anger. A torrent of emotions he had never felt before broke hisposure.


    “Lian…?!”


    Leon opened his mouth with a knowing expression as he caught a glimpse of Chloe, who was perplexed by seeing her lover’s face for the first time.


    “You can’t eat it, right?”


    Lian’s hand that was hitting her thigh stops.


    Leon said, not caring how he reacted.


    “If I try to rush in this time, I’ll just get hit again. I think of a good move and try it, but it doesn’t work at all. I move until my eyes turn yellow and I’m panting, but my opponent doesn’t even lose his breath. “Every time I encounter a sword, I am reminded of the shorings of my skills, and I feel like there is a distance that I cannot catch up with, so I am constantly anxious.”


    Lian wondered if he had looked inside her, but her guess waspletely wrong.


    There was no mind-reading ability in ‘The Stigmata of the Watcher’.


    The words that Leon is picking up now are what he experienced in the past.


    It was a feeling I felt with my body and mind every single day for the three years since I started challenging Rian.


    “That’s the feeling of defeat. “It’s a feeling I’ve dealt with every day for the three years you’ve dealt with me.”


    Then Lian’s eyes widened.


    It had to be that way.


    Even my heart, which is beating vigorously, feels resentful of this pain.


    This shabby feeling, as if my own worth had fallen to the ground.


    This misery, as if the whole world wasughing at itself.


    ‘Do this every single day… for 3 years?’


    Leon neither ignored it nor forgot it. I trained myself by reflecting on that pain every day.


    Unyielding and indomitable.


    It was the source of a superhuman spirit that even impressed El Cid.


    Just thinking about it made Rian feel frustrated and dizzy. If he were in Leon’s position, would he have been able to handle it in his right mind? He might have thrown away his sword and indulged in pleasures, or he might have harmed Leon in a vicious way.


    “How on earth…?”


    Lian muttered with a question that seemed pure.


    How was that possible?


    How could you bear it?


    Leon answered that question with a bitter smile.


    “There were days when I felt pain and had a hard time and copsed and cried. “There were days when I fell to my knees because I felt sorry for my own shabbiness.”


    “But,” Leon said with a sigh, he dered.


    “But it still happens. Next time, yes. Next time…”


    The words of the young man who wanted power more desperately than anyone else and who had worked harder than anyone else were heavy.


    So much so that it makes those who hear it even stop their breathing.


    “I believe I can do better.”


    It was an answer that Leon proved through his life.