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I forgot.
This is because Lanista has not dealt with him recently.
The fight with him is more concise.
Faith, sacrifice, fear,
Or even survival instinct.
That was a high-level trait for humans and not suitable for animals.
It was barbaric and acquisitive.
Without the rationality and wisdom that an intelligent being should have,
He was neglecting his life and struggling to get what he wanted.
If there is anything to compare it to, is it the reproductive instinct of the species?
With their innate desire, they try to crush the target and gain superiority.
However, the overflowing emotions are as pure as a child playing with toys.
I knew very well that the fight against the fighting god Benver was not about the right to survive.
It’s not because he’s a dead person or because he can’t die.
[Hahaha!]
His ugly, old body swelled. The body regained its prime, the muscles wriggled and grew dramatically. He became three times bigger than his original size. Benvert would also know. No, there’s no way you wouldn’t know. The blood of the person holding the sword. Because he was a ‘fighter’.
The desire to win was burning. I, who had been exhausted until just now, felt refreshed as if I had woken up from a good night’s sleep, her fingertips trembled with joy, and her heart and forehead became hot. The fighting spirit, Venver, had a distorted face. At first glance, he looked like a demon burning with hatred, but I noticed that he had an expression of joy.
He was far away,
In the blink of an eye-
was by my side
Hiss!
The beginning of Baldosul could not be seen. I can’t even feel the wind or sound. But I saw with my own eyes that his sword was swinging to cut my body. Following my instincts, I responded by swinging Skade Mer. As the sword and sword collided, a misalignment occurred. I felt motion sickness, or nausea. I knew very well that this symptom was a phenomenon of space collapsing.
visor-!
A hundred collisions have ended.
however.
That time only passed by 10 seconds.
Even if you hit it a hundred times, it only made a loud sound once.
Fights between experts tend to be short-lived.
However, the two’s skills are perfect –
Or if one of them hides his strength to enjoy the fight.
The fight could continue for a thousand more days.
It seemed like they made a promise after the clash was over.
The old man and I stepped back and gathered our strength.
[You guy.]
Benver laughed.
[You are strong. More than expected! Judging by your age, you are now a baby who has just been weaned from its mother’s milk. What are you? It’s not at the level of genius. Have you sold your soul to the devil?]
I answered confidently.
“Huh, are you just comparing it to the devil?”
[Hmm?]
“I was tormented by people worse than the devil. Sir, I think I’ve done all the ‘senior treatment’ now, so I’ll be honest with you. Who am I? Just remember one thing.”
There is no need for a grand candidacy ticket.
“I’m here.”
This time, I was the one who went first.
The swordsmanship was performed fluidly, focusing on change rather than strength. The old man quickly blocked the Skade Mer swinging from his left, but the blade had already pointed towards his right side. With reflexes beyond his limits, he immediately protected his side, but the blade was aimed again at his left chest.
He continued to block my sword, but his response became increasingly delayed.
Then, the sword mixed with grass and thread cut the old man like a torrential downpour. In the endlessly changing sword paths, there was only one blade aimed at his neck. He thought he wouldn’t be able to avoid it this time, but as soon as the blade reached his throat, Ben Ber barely managed to avoid it by rotating his upper body halfway around his waist.
[Huh!]
Tushin clutched his neck, bleeding rotten blood. There is embarrassment in the pupils.
[What kind of harmony is that? Is it magic?]
The old man’s swordsmanship is the culmination of his belief in the ‘strength’ of this world. Speed and power. He became a devotee by two basic and absolute means. Obviously magic, swordsmanship, sorcery, and anti-magic power. In the order of power in this world, where many other powers are scattered and intricately intertwined, such a simple power would have been a way to reach the peak.
Tushin’s sword was so fast that he could barely catch up with it even if he activated his Cheonan Tong to the extreme.
But he didn’t know about ‘Murim’. The Wulin described by Lanista was no different from hell. All the humans in the martial arts world were warriors and samurai. They are goblin-like people with a fighting spirit that surpasses that of ‘humans’, and they believe only in their own body and weapons and struggle to reach the top. The ‘depth’ of his sword and mine were different. It doesn’t just mean time. Of course, the time he spent holding the sword was dozens of times longer than mine. The ‘sword’ engraved on me is-
He reached the peak in the martial arts world.
The season of being a fool among fools, being a saint, was engraved in my mind every time my body was shattered.
In fact, I was no different from a martial artist.
He does not have a deep understanding of the concept of Heocho. Because he is a fighter, he instinctively handles grass, and his skills cannot be matched by any knight of this era. However, it did not reach the magical martial arts skills of martial arts masters.
I continued the rest of my words arrogantly, looking at the wounded Benver.
“The one who will break the fighting spirit, ha! under! under!”
The old man frowned, but then burst into laughter.
[Hahaha. good night. It’s been a while since I felt excited. It’s like when I had my first experience as a child… … .]
“Stop being disgusting Saddam.”
[Wouldn’t it be more exciting to be fully prepared for each other? I’ll wait.]
The old man put his sword on the floor and sat down.
[Regain your strength.]
“… hmm.”
I couldn’t fool you.
Benvert immediately saw that I was exhausted.
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I’ve spent a lot of energy fighting the dead. If he hadn’t received strength from Dalbi through the state of Honil Fairy Tale, he would have collapsed a long time ago. However, even Dalbi did not receive strength from nature in the devil’s abyss. The reason Venver gave me a chance was not because he was a fair and just man.
only.
It must be because of his desire.
More, longer, more-
The desire to have fun.
I didn’t refuse and immediately sat down on the floor to collect myself.
* * *
Luck eating is dangerous. I didn’t know what threat there would be other than Benver. Instead, he made Dalbi sit on his lap and assumed the posture of a hermit. It was a basic posture for accepting energy and was a breathing technique used before the creation of inner energy.
It was time to replenish energy.
[…] I tend to be quiet, but after going without a friend for a thousand years, I feel like my mouth is crawling with bedbugs. It looks like it will take quite a while for your energy to come back. What do you think? Do you have the patience to open your ears and listen to the old man’s bumbling?]
The old man’s voice sounded like chanting.
It’s the lament of a dead man, I don’t like it, but he is a man called Tushin, so it might be worth listening to.
“Tell me something. “I am willing to listen.”
[bouncer. Okay, let’s start… Where should I start? Umm, let me stop with the trivial story and tell you about the first time I killed a demon.]
He started talking.
It was a long story.
At first, he spoke in a neutral tone as he reminisced.
Before he knew it, he was singing about his life like a great bard.
It was the biography of a hero and the history of self-reliance.
[…] Thus, I became the true khan of the great desert.]
“hmm. It’s not as boring a story as I thought. So what happened with that beast princess?”
[Hey. Wait and see. The story is that I am in the land beyond… … .]
All strength has been restored.
Both I and the old man knew that.
But pretend not to know.
he said
I heard.
At the end of the long story.
Before I know it, I am.
I became his reader.
“… I really don’t like the last page. You’ve had a good life, but you end up just being a jailer? “Readers will hate it.”
[Hehe. Reader? What does it matter if you are the only one who knows my life? However, you are right. End of life… It ended really poorly.]
I said, getting up from my seat.
“It’s not over yet.”
He split Skade Mer into two swords.
“The story is.”
Benver stood up.
When he turned the handle of the sword, the blade separated and became two swords.
In the story, he favored dual swords.
[Right. It was something like that.]
It seemed as if something had been stimulated. Venver was now as if… I felt like a pilgrim keeping the commandments.
[I will not be satisfied with being a bridesmaid. Let’s see if you can become the main character, let’s try our best!]
* * *
I thought he swung his sword.
Worse-!
“Tsk!”
He narrowly avoided a sword strike that cut his shoulder. His arm was avoided from being cut off, but a long blood line remained. He soaked her top with blood. There is no benefit to armor at all. After taking off my clothes, I contracted my muscles to stop the bleeding. The old man laughed and shouted.
[The wound on my neck has paid off.]
I frowned and scolded him.
“Do you compare people who are already dead with people who are alive?”
[What does it matter? In the end, the loser becomes the dead one. haha.]
He was sincere.
It means that you acknowledged me.
This means that I will have to continue receiving swords like that from now on.
[Don’t let your guard down!]
The sound didn’t help at all.
He moved before sound. At that moment of near miss, Tushin’s fangs were about to bite me.
Whick!
Avoiding it is not the answer. Like Baduk, it is important to expand the ‘house’ and capture the opponent’s stones. I managed to avoid the sword and immediately responded with Wolha Nanmu. Originally, when the martial arts ability to deal with multiple enemies was concentrated on one person, it became a sword made up of hundreds of herbs and threads mixed together.
[Right!]
“Hmph!”
It was Benvert who could not respond to the first move and had his throat pierced. He didn’t let down his guard. He would have adapted, so he might have resorted to more complex moves. He figured out his trick in an instant and put his arm in the direction his sword was swinging. Just before he cuts, the blade passes through him and stabs him in the back. He was pleased and attacked me like a tiger, hoping to catch me when I was outmaneuvered and unable to respond.
Quack!
Two fangs struck his shoulder. The excruciating pain was overwhelming, but the relief was greater than that. If I hadn’t been able to withstand my self-defense skills, I would have been seriously injured. He was lucky enough to expand his house. But he didn’t just hand over the stone.
[Hmm.]
The old man looked down at his shaky wrists and shrugged.
[Did he see through my attack in that short moment and make six changes? What… Man, you have great eyes. It’s so amazing that it’s bizarre. Rather, does it seem like even that strong body is lacking?]
Because I could see it, I was able to counterattack.
Benbert’s insight helps us understand why he commits suicide. He seemed to have noticed that my eyes were particularly ‘superior’ even in superhuman battles. The old man lightly adjusted his broken wrist.
[Besides, you are a guy who is used to fighting like me. He didn’t just practice again and again. I can feel the madness of those who are close to blood and death. Hey, isn’t he actually the same age as me?]
“It can’t be. “You are still a teenager with a bright future ahead of you.”
[Tsk tsk tsk tsk. I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid. Your future is bright! Tsk tsk!]
He was feeling it.
What kind of practice did I become strong?
The fight with Benver was familiar.
‘Practical battle’ with Lanista.
Those hundreds of fights.
‘Quality’ and ‘purity’ are different.
Even with the fighting experience Tushin has accumulated throughout his life, he will not be overly defeated.
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