Episode 431
Iskandar’s choice was the latter.
I cleared the space once more.
I came back behind Jack. I see. A perfect gap.
He swung a dagger that had turned white.
Phew-!
Iskandar’s dagger is thrust into Jack’s left shoulder. And with a difference of about 0.1 seconds, the blade extends from under the shoulder.
Phew-!
Iskandar’s abdomen was pierced.
Cool, it burst out. Then Iskandar’s feet moved. Not one, but both feet.
Two feet kicked Jack in the stomach.
The Heavenly Horse Sword that was stuck is pushed all the way back.
Iskandar, who was flying in reaction, quickly got into position while spraying blood into the air.
Quite a distance.
Iskandar was smiling at this moment.
My heart almost burst and my stomach was pierced once, but it didn’t matter.
It reached.
The dagger stuck in his left shoulder was proof of that. He had definitely touched it. He could have touched it more.
I raised my head.
The guy was still there. He was floating in the air, making the air his ground. He was looking this way in that state.
Although he looks calm, Iskandar knows.
That he’s really tired right now.
I also know that he is trying not to show it. And I also know that he is left-handed. I also know that he holds the Heavenly Demon Sword in his left hand. But his right hand was cut in half at the wrist.
You can’t give it time to recover.
He bit his teeth.
The balance is shaken, the divinity is shaken. I desperately hold on.
Really, it’s more reachable.
Iskandar’s eyebrows furrowed and split into thin lines.
It wasn’t like Jack attacked or anything.
Iskandar’s third skill.
His first skill, clairvoyance, was focused on observing and spying on the outside world. But this was different.
Another eye engraved between the eyebrows. The third eye, the 天輪眼
It’s watching Jack Valantier. It’s watching everything about his body.
The senses that were asleep are awakening.
Analyze Jack’s physical condition. Analyze everything Iskandar has experienced, learned, and felt. Analyze the situation and analyze Jack. Analyze the optimal situation.
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The conclusion has been reached.
I had to hit the player before Jack could recover. I used my slingshot again. I pushed the space and stretched my body out. Just as my body was about to move to the target location, Cheonryun-an sent a signal.
Turn your body now, dodge immediately.
I followed the signal. My body was overloaded from moving through space, but I ignored it. I twisted my body to the side. My flesh twisted and my bones twisted in reaction. At the same time.
Damn it-!!
The blackened blade cut through the ‘space’ where Iskandar had just been.
I gulped. Was it a coincidence?
You were moving through space. And you captured that? You captured that moment, that split second, and swung your sword?
I know he can cut through space, but that means ‘still space itself’.
Are you targeting some medium that is moving through space like this? This is a problem of a different dimension. The dagger embedded in the bastard’s left shoulder is still there.
The reaction can’t be slow, but you’re saying you can catch it?
Crunch.
My teeth are chattering. I’ll admit what I have to admit. That guy is strong. He’s a level above me.
You have to get through this moment, then you can have everything.
Phew-!
The bastard’s sword is extended.
With thousands, tens of thousands of swords, the bastard’s sword extends along the most ideal path.
There are no errors or gaps.
I know this because I’ve fought him. His swordsmanship is not one level higher, but two levels higher.
Iskandar struck the space again. Not for attack, but for evasion.
Crunch-!!
My arm stings. I didn’t avoid it completely. The only good thing is that it wasn’t cut off. It was just a bruise. My muscles were torn and my bones were cracked, but I was okay. I raised my head.
The sword of the one who had approached before I knew it was coming down from the sky.
The Chunryun Eye, recognizing the variables of every situation and every circumstance once more, shouted, “This time, don’t avoid it, but move forward.”
I kicked the air and twisted my body. I twisted as much as I could while moving forward.
This time, my right shoulder stung. I could tell without even looking at it that my right arm had been cut off.
He reached out with his left hand and grabbed the dagger embedded in the bastard’s left shoulder.
It is a moment of choice.
Pull it out like this and cut off its neck, or cut it downwards and cut out its heart.
Cheonryun-an did not send any signal.
The fact that the celestial eye, which captures the variables of everything seen with the eyes, does not send a signal.
Iskandar knows what this is.
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Right before I die, I was like this in my previous life right before I was killed by that bastard.
I didn’t let that moment go, so I fatally wounded him. Now, that moment has come faster than I thought.
Let’s inflict a fatal wound. Let’s slit the throat, not the heart. Let’s leave a wound in some way.
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I put strength into my left arm… … I put strength, strength… … .
Iskandar’s eyes widen. Why aren’t you moving? All of this happened in a mere 0.1 seconds. But why?
That was when.
Iskandar saw Jack smiling.
I thought I was looking a few steps ahead. But I guess I wasn’t. I guess it was a mistake. It was at that moment when I was trying to loosen my grip and distance myself.
Phew-!
The face is tilted to the side. The body’s balance is off.
I felt a sharp pain. I heard the guy’s voice in my ear.
“Let’s get some right.”
One more blow.
What did you get hit with? Did you get hit with a fist?
Cheonryun-an was still not sending a signal.
I strained my eyes. I concentrated.
Only then did I see it. To my surprise, the bastard’s half-shredded right hand was reaching out.
Phew-!
My nose was crushed. Then, the bastard’s left hand struck my stomach.
Phew.
Even as his head began to spin with pain, Iskandar thought.
Even though he was holding a sword, he didn’t swing it, but attacked with his fists. This means he was taking it lightly. He was playing with it.
What a fu*king kid.
His knees are reaching out. I can see them. He tries to bend over, but he’s a beat too late. Crunch, his stomach is thrown back. His stomach is rumbling and his organs are dancing.
He coughed up blood. Once more, the bastard’s right hand struck the side of his face. I saw this too. But this time, it was a beat slower.
Thud, one more time, thud.
Following the consecutive attacks, the bastard’s left fist lifts my chin. My vision changes abruptly. I see a black sky.
One beat. Just one beat.
It was a wall. A wall that could not be bridged, whether he was tired or not.
Is this my grave? Is this my grave? Am I going to die to that bastard again? I can’t do this. My teeth clenched. I have to change. My fate.
He desperately stretched out his left arm.
Crunch-!
It was cut off below the elbow and fell into the Black Sea.
Pfft-!
The face was once again tilted back. The teeth shattered into the air. I had to get out somehow. This was his space. This was the space he ruled.
There it was again. The bastard’s fist went down to my thigh. Crunch, my knee was shattered. And then swoosh.
The bastard’s sword is stuck in his forehead.
I couldn’t come to my senses. Where did it go wrong? When did it start? I was sure I had reached it. But what was this difference?
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I have caused wounds and created opportunities to inflict fatal injuries… … .
That’s when I thought about it.
Only then did I realize it. It wasn’t that I had touched it. It just seemed like I had touched it.
Cheonryun-an felt that all variables were controlled by the bastard. There was no way.
Another sense that shares Iskandar’s sense, the Cheonryunan, has read: the inevitable death.
I felt something grab my hair hard. I looked up. There it was. The sight of myself in the eyes of the guy was gruesome. Blood.
His entire face was covered in blood clots and there wasn’t a single spot on his body that was unharmed.
My eyes are twitching.
Everything I thought I could reach, everything I thought I reached, it was all his intention.
It wasn’t something I thought I could reach.
There was no point in analyzing him. It was just ridiculous for the weak to analyze the strong.
Jack Valantier.
He asked with a smile.
“Do you think it’s worth a try? Even now?”
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Ugh, my teeth are biting.
It was already black. There was only one problem. My feet wouldn’t move. The fight between the two that I could see was honestly… I couldn’t tell what was going on.
Should we say that this is a fight on a different level?
It was a battle that was hard to understand, and the flow was so bad that even the Red Master couldn’t catch it clearly.
I hate to say it, but the difference in class was keenly felt.
A child watching an adult… …yeah, that’s the feeling.
It’s like watching a 10 year old kid examine a skilled master examiner.
Still, the reason I pulled out my sword was simple.
Because it is the emperor’s sword.
Because to anyone who looked at it now, Iskandar looked like he was in danger.
I gritted my teeth.
The body that had betrayed its will, overwhelmed by just looking at it, finally begins to move.
I kicked the seat and injected mana into my legs. A red energy shot out in a strong stream.
In Beckerman’s head like that.
‘Go to the Eastern Continent!’
Iskandar’s spirit echoed.
I opened my eyes wide.
What the heck…?
‘Go and bring me the monster that will kill him. Go there and find the answer I couldn’t find.’
Beckerman is not an idiot. While moving to the ship, or rather before moving, Beckerman had several conversations with Iskandar.
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I know why Iskandar is heading to the Eastern Continent.
Are you going to leave it to me?
But how?
How on earth do you navigate this Black Sea?
‘What are you hesitating for! Go!’
He came to his senses. The Emperor had told him to go. He had left himself with a small possibility of overcoming the current situation.
That’s enough.
Beckerman expanded the mana he had gathered on his legs to the entire ship.
The ship stretched forward, ignoring the lightning striking from all sides.
I moved forward desperately.
I turned my head backwards.
It was Jack Valanti, not Iskandar, who met his eyes.
I was prepared. I thought an attack was coming. But… … it wasn’t.
Jack Valanti did nothing. He just watched.
His eyes were strange.
What kind of look is that?
Sympathy… … ? Regret… … ? I don’t know.
He didn’t care about that anymore. He just got out of there with all his might. That was all Beckerman focused on.
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I see Beckerman about to leave on a boat. I lock eyes with him as he turns around. Beckerman opens his eyes wide.
My expression must have been quite unexpected. Actually, I didn’t have a mirror so I couldn’t see it with my own eyes, but I think I had a rough idea of what my expression was like.
He’s probably looking sad.
He let go of Iskandar’s head, which he was holding in his hand.
The guy who was falling to the floor disappears from that spot in an instant.
